Chapter 3: An Eventful Day

One day later…

"I'm tellin' you, mates, I am gonna marry 'at girl," announced Peter, while sipping his beer.

"Slow down, boy," intruded Jacob, one of his best friends, "Ya barely know 'at girl"

"Jacob's right, Peter," said Luke, his other best friend, "Besides; ya said she's from Kensington, right? So she's way above yer class"

"But she's not like them. She doesn't even like them 'erself. She moved away from 'er parents because she wants to pursuit 'er own dreams," explained Peter, still sure of his earlier decision.

"She is really lovely"

"Who is really lovely?" asked Walter, the barkeeper of Peter's favorite pub, the Red Lions.

"Peter's so-called "future wife"," said Luke.

"Peter and marriage?" exclaimed Walter in disbelief, "This is like livin' 'ere in the East End and bein' rich"

Jacob and Luke started to chuckle.

"Yeah, yer right, I never thought 'igh about marriage and 'avin' a family, but 'at just because the right bird never came alon'. Until yesterday"

"And who's 'at special lady we're talkin' about?" asked Walter.

"Lilian Wheeler, born and raised in Kensington," answered Jacob, before Peter could even open his mouth to answer.

"Kensington? Ya do know 'at yer not the typical company for a Kensington girl, do ya, Peter?"

"I do know 'at, but I'm tellin' ya, she's not like all the other rich people we 'ear about. She's kind, sweet, intelligent and absolutely beautiful. She 'as the most piercin' green eyes ya will ever see in yer entire life," explained Peter.

"We understand, ya 'ave a 'uge crush on 'at girl, but I'll tell ya, once she sees where ya from, she will run away as fast as she can. Those rich and arrogant women are all the same," raged Luke.


"So tell me, what happened last night?" urged Hannah.

"Well," said Lillian, "After you left, he came to me and started flirting"

"Hah, I was right, again. But, with the way he was looking at you during his performance, even a blind person saw this coming," giggled Hannah.

"Anyways, he offered to walk me home and on our way to my flat, we talked a little bit. We reached my flat and he wished me goodbye," explained Lillian, smiling while she thought about last night.

"And…?"

"And we kissed," but before Hannah could burst into a pile of giggling and starting to refer to herself as "The Matchmaker", Lilian continued, "Well, we didn't really kissed"

Getting a confused look from Hannah, Lilian laughed.

"We were both unsure of what to do and so I kissed him on the cheek"

"Wait, what did you do? You, Lilian Wheeler, the shyest person I know when it comes to relationships, kissed a man she only knew about 20 minutes? I have to say, I'm impressed," said Hannah.

Lilian started to blush, and with that, both started to laugh.

"And know, you have to tell me all about his cute accent you mentioned earlier"


After she told Hannah everything about the cute magician she met yesterday, Lilian left the café and walked to the nearest post office. She wanted to send the letter to her brother and after a quick stop at her new workplace, to give her future employer the signed work contract; she would be heading to her parents' house. Her parents decided that they should talk about the present situation. Lilian wasn't really looking forward to the evening; everything would be better than talking with her parents about her former relationship with Michael, but still, they were Lilian's parents.

She couldn't avoid them for the rest of her life.

"Hello, Lilian. Lovely day isn't it," greeted Mrs Rogers, the post office lady.

Mrs Rogers was a 60-year-old lady, who owned the little post office here in Whitechapel. After Lilian moved away from her family residence, she had to handle a lot of paperwork, and Mrs Rogers was kind enough to help her.

Since Lillian wrote to her brother once a week, she was in Mrs Rogers' post office a lot, and with that, a friendship has developed.

"Hello to you, too, Mrs Rogers. Yes, it really is a lovely day. As lovely as a November day in London can be," joked Lilian.

"We have to enjoy every day, sweetheart. Once you're my age, you'll be thankful for every day, no matter how foggy it will be," explained the elder woman.

"Don't be silly. You are as youthful as a 20-year-old," complimented Lillian.

"I appreciate your sweetness. How can I help you?"

"Just as always, one letter to Samuel Wheeler, Liverpool Military Base," said Lilian while handing her letter to Mrs Rogers.

"By the way, how is your brother doing? I hope he's alright"

"He's fine. Currently his unit is helping a village near Liverpool which was severely damaged during the storm last week"

"Nature is powerful. It can be your friend or your worst enemy"

"You're absolutely right," said Lilian while glancing at a clock at the wall, "I would like to chat with you longer, but I have to go. Meeting with my future employer"

"Good luck, kid," called Mrs Rogers while Lilian made her way to her future workplace, Stepney Greencoat Church of England Primary School.


After the meeting with her future employer, Lilian was on her way back home. The dinner with her parents was in 3 hours, and she wanted to refresh herself before the evening.

As she approached the house she was living in, she saw a familiar figure sitting on the stairs in front of the building.

She couldn't help but to smile.

"Hello, stranger," said Lilian.

Standing up and straighten his clothes, Peter greeted, "'ey, yerself. Ya know, I was in the neighborhood and so I decided to swing by. I 'ope ya doesn't mind"

"I don't mind at all," answered Lilian, "Do you want to come up?"

"I would love to"

Lilian settled the tray with the tea kettle onto the table.

After she gave Peter his cup, she asked, "So, what were you doing in the neighborhood?"

Peter smiled and said, "I'll 'ave to admit, I wasn't just in the neighborhood and decided to drop by yer place, I came 'ere on purpose"

"You did?"

Peter set the cup in his hands on the table, and continued, unsure how she would react, "I would like to ask you to go out on a date with me"

He looked into Lilian's eyes and she started to smile.

"I would love that"

"Great," said a relieved Peter, " 'ow about tomorrow night, 8 o'clock?"

"That sounds perfect," answered a happy Lilian.

The two of them talked a little longer while drinking tea, until Peter had to leave because of his show at the Palladium and Lilian had to change because of the dinner.

While Lilian was on her way to her parents, her thoughts always drifted back to the handsome Brit she only met about one day ago, but already falling for.