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"Charles, if you do not move yourself from that doorway, I might just scream."

She's furious. Irate. Annoyed. She had come into his pantry to vent about the newest housemaid. He hadn't quite understood everything as half of what she spoke consisted of Gaelic insults or phrases. Charles did pick up on "flirting with the hall boy" and "not enough time working." She has been quite strung since they began planning for their wedding, stress increasing day by day. She was ready to go back out and give her another earful but he didn't think she had her right mind just yet.

"Elsie you are still much too angry. You will make that poor housemaid run right out of this house and never come back."

"Serves her right! I told not once but several times to clean the cobwebs from the guest bedroom. I don't think you understand my absolute fury when I did my rounds right before Mr. Blake arrived and found the room untouched! Her hands may not have been cleaning the room, but I certainly know where they were!"

Her face was flushed and her rhythmic breathing turned sporadic while she looked off into space.

"Elsie, you need to calm down." As soon as he said the words he regretted it immediately. Didn't his Lordship joke with him once about how to handle a marriage? One of the things being never to tell your wife to calm down? He squinted his eyes at the illumination of her wrath. She cocked her head a few degrees to the left and licked her lips, hands turning white as she balled them into fists.

"Did you tell me to calm down?"

"Elsie-"

"How am I supposed to be calm when I have a housemaid running around doing heavens knows what—no, I know what she's doing! I don't live in a sack! I ran into the room with a duster, crawling into spaces to make sure it was vacant from tiny critters just mere minutes before Mr. Blake appeared. Can you imagine if I hadn't seen that and he walked into a room looking like that!?"

Charles had no idea how he was going to get her down from this high point; she was so far gone into rage. What he did know was that he could not let her leave the room like that. All hell would break loose.

"I am going to ask you one last time," began Elsie, voice almost as deep as her fiancée's, "to move away from the door."

Charles was barely looking at her, not really sure what to do next. What caught his eye, however, was the little spider that was crawling up from her back onto her left shoulder. It stopped right at the top of her shoulder, looking like it was her subconscious that told her moral right from wrong.

"Elsie. Don't move."

"Why not? Are you-" She noticed his slight shift of vision and followed his gaze to her shoulder where a little spider was found staring right at her. She let out a shriek as she swatted at it, which only caused it to fall down the front of her dress. She skipped backwards to put distance between herself and the apparently vicious creature only to knock into the arm of the settee, landing back first on it. She heard Charles' foot stomp on the floor and the danger was gone. He slowly walked over to her, failing to hold back a fit of laughter. After a minute of laughing hysterically and wiping his tears away he saw her still laying there and crying tears of her own, but not from laughter.

Charles felt a pang of panic as this was the second time in five minutes that he said or did the wrong thing. He knelt by her and said, "Elsie dear are you hurt? Where?" He inspected her head as it was hazardously close to the other arm of the settee. She shook her head and covered her face with her hands. He took that cue and engulfed her with his cuddle. He stood just enough so he could sit on the settee and bring her to sit on his lap. She surprised him by lifting her head up.

"I'm so sorry."

"For what?"

"For being so angry and impossible to be around. Our wedding is causing me so much stress, and I'm not sure why; everything is going smoothly."

"I think just the mere event is stressful enough. It's understandable considering I feel it too."

"But you can at least keep it to yourself. I'm scaring everyone off."

"I am more than happy to be on the receiving end of your venting. No matter what."

She smiled at him, the smile turning crooked as she said "I don't think you know what you just agreed to."

"To be stuck with you. I thought I had already said that, some few months ago."

Her chuckling was music to his ears; she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

"You know you can talk to me about your stresses at any time as well. Or anything on your mind for that matter."

"In that case can we discuss the flowers you chose for the wedding?"

She hit him playfully on his chest before nuzzling back into his embrace.