CHAPTER 15: INTERRUPTED WEDDING
Winnie looked into the mirror at herself in her new dress. It was hideous. "Good." She thought. She took a look around her room. She looked at the window and remembered when her and Jesse shared their first kiss, her first kiss, right there in that very spot. She picked off a flower from the vines that grew outside her window and put it in her hair for remembrance of Jesse.
She walked downstairs and noted the look on her mother's face as she tried to hide her disgust in the dress. Her father sat in his chair smoking a cigar, to ashamed to look at the daughter he put no effort into helping escape her mother's wrath. A wrath he himself did not want to face.
She continued down the stairs, and her mother put a bouquet in her hands. "Daughter, Winifred, I can't tell you how happy I am. I'm really am truly sorry this all happened so sudden, but I know you will be happy. I promise." She kissed her daughters forehead, and Winnie kept her mouth shut. She had nothing left to say to her mother.
"Winifred." She looked towards her front door where her name was being called by the red head. "Excuse me Mrs. Foster, but may I have a moment with your daughter?"
"Of course, but quick. Her weddings already running 15 minutes late. Miles had to take care of some business, and he said he wouldn't be here any later than 11."
"Oh it's O.K Mrs. Foster. A girl only has one wedding. Lets not rush it."
"Thanks dear. You're right. Please don't take too long though."
The red head grabbed a shocked Winnie's arm and pulled her up to her room. When the door closed, Winnie became hysterical. She cried, and shook, and dropped her bouquet. "I can't do this, I can't do this." She repeated.
"Sounds like someone has a bad case of cold feet."
"I hate him. I hate him. I can't marry him."
The red head stared silently for a long time, then took a couple steps closer. She grabbed her arms, "then don't."
Winnie fell silent. She stopped shaking. She became lifeless. When she spoke, her voice was drained, and her tone was unemotional. "I have to." She proclaimed.
"No you don't."
"Yes, I do. He promised me he'd hurt my family if I didn't."
"Winnie, he's not going to hurt your family. I promise."
"There's nothing you can do."
"You know, I still don't understand why you don't want to marry him. He's handsome, rich, powerful. I wouldn't care if he hated me. I'd still marry him."
"I know you would. If only it had been you instead of me."
"You don't have to do this."
"Yes, yes I do. I'm going to marry to Miles Tuck."
Winnie looked into the mirror at herself in her new dress. It was hideous. "Good." She thought. She took a look around her room. She looked at the window and remembered when her and Jesse shared their first kiss, her first kiss, right there in that very spot. She picked off a flower from the vines that grew outside her window and put it in her hair for remembrance of Jesse.
She walked downstairs and noted the look on her mother's face as she tried to hide her disgust in the dress. Her father sat in his chair smoking a cigar, to ashamed to look at the daughter he put no effort into helping escape her mother's wrath. A wrath he himself did not want to face.
She continued down the stairs, and her mother put a bouquet in her hands. "Daughter, Winifred, I can't tell you how happy I am. I'm really am truly sorry this all happened so sudden, but I know you will be happy. I promise." She kissed her daughters forehead, and Winnie kept her mouth shut. She had nothing left to say to her mother.
"Winifred." She looked towards her front door where her name was being called by the red head. "Excuse me Mrs. Foster, but may I have a moment with your daughter?"
"Of course, but quick. Her weddings already running 15 minutes late. Miles had to take care of some business, and he said he wouldn't be here any later than 11."
"Oh it's O.K Mrs. Foster. A girl only has one wedding. Lets not rush it."
"Thanks dear. You're right. Please don't take too long though."
The red head grabbed a shocked Winnie's arm and pulled her up to her room. When the door closed, Winnie became hysterical. She cried, and shook, and dropped her bouquet. "I can't do this, I can't do this." She repeated.
"Sounds like someone has a bad case of cold feet."
"I hate him. I hate him. I can't marry him."
The red head stared silently for a long time, then took a couple steps closer. She grabbed her arms, "then don't."
Winnie fell silent. She stopped shaking. She became lifeless. When she spoke, her voice was drained, and her tone was unemotional. "I have to." She proclaimed.
"No you don't."
"Yes, I do. He promised me he'd hurt my family if I didn't."
"Winnie, he's not going to hurt your family. I promise."
"There's nothing you can do."
"You know, I still don't understand why you don't want to marry him. He's handsome, rich, powerful. I wouldn't care if he hated me. I'd still marry him."
"I know you would. If only it had been you instead of me."
"You don't have to do this."
"Yes, yes I do. I'm going to marry to Miles Tuck."