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As promised a quick update! chapter 8! Enjoy.


June 1st. 1933 – London Great Britain

The house was in a state. Everywhere people were running around making arrangements for Quinn wedding. The wedding was tomorrow at the church around the corner. It had already been decorated and it looked gorgeous. Quinn had eventually started talking to me again and mother insisted I'd be her maid of honor, that looked better to the public.

So now I was standing in a pedestal in a beige dress with many, many bows, while Mrs. Beaumonts was finishing the last details of the dress. And yet in all of the festivities there was still this sense of dread in my stomach. I didn't want to participate. I was wishing tomorrow 'd never come.

All the arrangements had been made. Quinn and Nathaniel had found a house, nearby, absolutely gorgeous. They would be living there after the wedding.

This entire unsettling feeling moved me all day ever since the decision was made. I found it tiresome. Mrs. Beaumont finished with my dress. I stepped down and untied the dress to take it off. I put it back on the hanger and dressed in merely an under dress I left the room to put my own dress back on. While padding back to my own room, I braided my wild mess of curls swiftly.

While minding my hair, I forgot to mind my feet and tripped, going face first to the floor, just to be caught at the last second.

"You should watch your feet better for someone who trips as much as you do." Warm chills ran over my back at hearing that voice. 'Sorry." I whispered. "No problem." My feet finding solid ground again I smiled and looked up at Nathaniel. I hadn't seen much of him in the last months. Mostly because he didn't seem to want to see me. My parents and Quinn made it a habit to go to dinner at the Scott's without me, and they hardly ever came to us. In the wedding planning I had been largely excluded due to the obvious issues.

"How are you?" he asked. "I'm good." I smiled and nodded. A warm sensation filled me when he smiled. I looked up at Nathaniel while his eyes wandered down. From my face, down my neck, my chest, down.

He then grinned. I followed his eyes down and realized quickly I was merely wearing my under dress.

A gorgeous deep crimson red blush crept down her chest. She looked so pretty. Though a part of me didn't think she'd be embarrassed. I loved it though. My heart pounded in my chest. She still took my breath away. The realisation that this girl had refused to marry me hit again. She tried to cover herself up and with an apologetic smile she moved past me into a room across the hallway.

A few seconds later she emerged from the room in a silk robe tied around her waist. "Sorry" She whispered. "What brings you here?" she asked carrying on the conversation. My mere attention was with the way she had changed over the last months. Her face seemed slimmer somehow and her hair lighter. She seemed thinner yet her curves more pronounced. Still her smell was intoxicating.

"Uhm, my mother sent me to ask your mother about the flowers. Have you seen her?" Haley looked up at me with her big brown eyes projecting that same old innocence as they had in the past. That hadn't changed.

"Uhm Yes, they're in there." She smiled. "Excuse me." She held her robe closed with her hands gripped around the fabric and again she disappeared into the room across the hall after pointing in the direction I was to go.

I crossed the hallway and wrapped my fingers around the doorknob. I pushed open the door and came eye to eye with my fiancée in a wedding dress. A creation of white lace and silk.

"Nathaniel! What are you doing here?! Go Away you can't see me like this." Her screeching dumped from my state and I hurried out of the room followed by my future mother-in- law.

"What was that! What are you doing here? Didn't your mother raise you to knock upon entering?" Mrs. James huffed. "I apologize Mrs. James. I came to speak with you at my mother's request."

"And you just barged in? What kind of man just walks into a second floor bedroom, without knocking."

"I told him you were in there. I suppose I forgot to mention that we were fitting." Haley smiled sheepishly. "Leave my sight Haley. I'll pray the day you learn to be a decent human being."

Haley turned her eyes away, to the floor. Silenced by her mother.

"Mrs. James. This wasn't Haley. I should have knocked regardless." Mrs. James was one of those people that knew how to make a saying as 'if looks could kill' real.

"I think you should stop talking Mr. Scott. "

Half an hour later I left the James house quietly. I had greatly upset Quinn by seeing her wedding gown and my contact with Haley had agitated Mrs. James. They had been trying to keep us apart. I had hardly seen Haley since the day they had decided I was to marry Quinn.

As days passed my tolerance for Quinn's insufferable vanity waned. Even her voice alone could ruin my day, while there were very few things these days that could make up for it.

"Nathaniel.." Her voice resounded from down the street. Those few times I did have the pleasure of hearing en seeing her; It made my day. I did love her. She might be stubborn and defiant, but it were these little moments I knew she cared for me too. Like she knew that I was right: I was the only one that cared, really cared for her.

"Haley."

"I'm so sorry. Nathaniel. I wasn't thinking. I tend to do that sometimes. My apologies." She linked her fingers together in front of her body, but unlike usual her eyes stared straight at me.

Just like that the words just came out. "Marry me Haley please." I took her hands and held her eyes. For the longest time she didn't look away. Until she did.

"Nathaniel. You are marrying Quinn tomorrow."

"It's not too late. I love you." She was so young. Not even an adult and yet she was so gorgeous and so perfect. I took her hand and walked her through the park. In the hope of gaining some privacy.

I sat her down on a bench. My hands traced the sides of her body, holding her slim waist tucked between my hands. I loved her. It seemed dramatically impossible to have to live forever with another woman. While all I wanted was her. She was a disgrace in everyone's eyes but mine. All I could see was a girl so real and strong-headed it took my breath away.

Nathaniel was probably the only one that ever told me they loved me. Except for Quinn. She too had told me, but stop doing so a long time ago. I had been sceptical towards his words. All men were charming and they were sweet talking and then they were not. But it was harder and harder to ignore such adoration.

"brother-in-law Brother-in-law Brother-in-law." I chanted to myself. I found myself waning from my projected career path every day. Somehow everything seemed to be about Nathaniel.

Warm hands cupped my face and a second later soft lips touched mine. Chills ran down my back all the way to my toes. Suddenly my lips were moving and I was kissing him back.

After a few seconds I tore my lips away. "No Nathaniel. I'm not that girl. Leave me alone!" I got up and stormed away. Tomorrow he would marry Quinn and everything would quiet down. It would all be okay. It had to be. Tears welled up but I forced them away. I hardly understood these emotions. It couldn't be like this.