JB-Oh! I didn't mean Beckett…though I think he's hot too…I meant Admiral James Norrington…but both of them wear white wigs and are fabulously dressed and that's just fine with me! I also would have gotten you that autograph if you said you like him and mailed it to you…I am super depressed though because I had the opportunity to got to the premiere and I didn't…I feel like such and idiot…I love this guy so much and if I had known better…I would have gone myself. But my friend got great pictures of him up close and personal for me…god he's hot…
I had three more days of sanity, of a hope to see James; of a hope my parents would let me off the hook. I constantly gazed out upon our perfectly trimmed and painted front gates, waiting for him to whisk me away. I cried myself to sleep at night and often had to hug my pillow to keep from screaming. Before anyone could see me like this, I would pull out his letters and shake with convulsions of sadness and drain my eyes for the day until the night when I could cry again. "Why?" was all I could ask myself. I needed to be near him, I needed him…I needed him… But all of the waiting and all of the crying couldn't bring him back.
I would then be unable to move, unable to lift an arm or a finger. But when it was time for breakfast, I carried on in front of them all. I kept it all inside. Though all I wanted to do was bang my head on the table and scream at them for making me do this, I smiled. I carried on conversations with Beckett, appearing to be interested when I was so far gone into my depressed state that I couldn't remember what I had done that day, hour, minute or second.
Lord Beckett was surprised at how well Brenna was taking the whole "Commodore Norrington" fiasco. He could not even detect the sadness in her eyes. It was as if she had forgotten him completely. Maybe Beckett had inspired her to love him more…maybe he had created a virginally passion in her blood…or maybe she had lost her mind. The third explanation seemed to be more reasonable, but he couldn't believe it. In only a short amount of time, he would take her away from her parents and finally have the wife he dreamed of.
I was dressed in my blue and white floral print gown and riding in the carriage with my parents while starring out the window. The next day would be my wedding day and I was not ready for it. I had heard of nothing from James and all hope was lost. I wasn't going to be saved from Lord Beckett. James was leaving tomorrow and that was all I could think about.
My parents starred at one another, knowing what I was thinking. They usually heard the best gossip on who was leaving and who was coming, but this was different. The man who was leaving was not some handsome young bachelor who had intervened in a betrothal, the man how was leaving was a man who had fallen in love with their daughter and had taken her heart. They nodded to one another silently in understanding for what they were about to do.
