A/N: Since that other chapter was short and I haven't updated in days, I feel like I owe you guys another one, so here it is! Enjoy! And as always...I don't own Sweeney Todd, blah blah blah...
IX. Wrong
Never in her life had she ever been wrong—only once. Only this once had she been wrong about something. Only this once had her intuition deceived her—only this once.
Since she was a child, her guesses had always been correct. Clairvoyance – that was her talent. The time when she had predicted Millicent's piano recital to be a success, that had come true. The time when she had predicted her mother's favorite tea set to break, that had come true too. The time when she had predicted her father's death much earlier than he himself had foreseen it, that had come true as well, much to her dismay. Moments like those came at random times however, so she didn't always know what was about to come. The young baker, she hated being wrong. But most of all, the young baker, she hated not knowing.
When Lucy Winters had arrived in London years ago, she knew just by looking at her that every man in London had a fancy for the young lass. One did not have to be clairvoyant to figure that out, for truly she was the perfect woman. Since she had arrived, the young baker had done something no one had ever thought she of all people would do—she had befriended her. She had befriended a lady. And since then, the young baker reckoned, since then her predictions had been wrong. Not that she minded having the girl around, but she hated being wrong. She hated not knowing what was about to come.
When Lucy had arrived in London years ago, when both the young barber and she had befriended her, she noticed something different about her friend. Unlike the way he acted around her, the barber spoke and acted with much graciousness. Around Lucy, the young barber would always be so soft-spoken—never mischievous as he was around her. Because of such reasons, she had thought the young barber, just as every other man in London, had a fondness for the young woman. And by the way he would always act around her, who could've thought she would be wrong?
Now, here they were at her wedding—at Lucy Winters' wedding. And in a few minutes, she was to become Lucy Richards – not Lucy Barker. It turns out when the barber had told her he didn't fancy the young lass, he was telling the truth...but he did say he fancied someone else. He had that mischievous glint in his eye when he told her too. Was the young barber hiding something from her? Had he been seeing somebody she did not know? Or was it—no. Immediately, she shook the thought from her head. There was no way that could happen. She was nothing to him than a friend; perhaps a sister, but nothing beyond that.
What a foolish idea! Benjamin Barker having a fondness for the frivolous, blunt, and most of all indelicate baker, Eleanor Lovett? Impossible! There was no way that could happen. There was no way...
