[A/N. As I said in my last chapter (the one which I replaced the authors
notes with) there aren't going to be many updates since I got home and am
still recovering. Unlike the last chapter this one isn't going to be too
long because I am pretty sore today after pysio and all.]
London, April 1958.
Eliza sighed as she folded up one of her skirts and placed it into the suitcase. The last few days had been the busiest she'd had in a long time. Not only did Margaret want her help with small details- such as flowers, she also needed her help with her dress, and the one's she had chosen for her bridesmaids. Whilst Eliza and Margaret ran around the city Edward and Richard sat around talking business.
Edward came into the hotel room then. "Packing going all right?" He asked.
"Fine thanks." Eliza replied. "I wish sometimes I was like you though and didn't have to have so much clothes to pack."
"You don't HAVE to have them." Edward said with a grin.
"I do so!" Eliza argued, but she was smiling too. She folded another dress and then stopped and sat on the bed. "I have to keep up with the Jones' don't I?"
"You mean the Monksfields." Edward joked and Eliza laughed.
"Okay, okay, we don't need to talk about that- you know how I feel about them now. I was wrong, you were right." Eliza said. "Did you get the telegram you went downstairs for?"
"Yes, it's from Ben. He said to congratulate Margaret and apoligise for him once again, but that's not the main reason he sent it." Edward said slowly.
Eliza looked up sharply. "Is he all right? He's not sick is he?"
"No, he's not sick." Edward assured her. "Perfectly well."
"Well what is it then? Has he met someone? Is he getting married?" Eliza asked, her face lighting up.
"No, nothing like that. He's been given a promotion at work already." Edward said beaming with pride.
"Already?" Eliza repeated. "I knew he was smart, but I didn't know he was that smart."
"Apparently, at 24, he's the youngest person to have ever been given the promotion he's been given." Edward continued.
"Pity he hasn't met someone as well." Eliza said, getting up to continue her packing.
"You know you wouldn't say that if Margaret wasn't getting married." Edward said.
"I would too say it." Eliza argued.
"And then I'd have to tell you, like I've heard you tell certain people, it's the 1950's not the 1920's, where you're not an old maid if you're not married off as soon as possible. Besides, when you think about it Ben's doing this the sensible way. By the time he chooses to get married he'll have a good job, a good income, and they will have security." Edward argued back.
Eliza had to laugh again, it was strange how Edward always made her laugh even after all the time they had been together. And he knew her better than she would ever have imagined anyone knew her. "Okay, okay." She said holding her hands up. "I like to say things when they suit me. Sometimes I look at the people outside, and even those who are conservative, look so different to how things used to be, and then I think how time flies, and how we're getting nice and old-"
"Old?" Edward snorted. "We're not old. Could an old woman have run around London non stop for three days?"
"True." Eliza said, and she closed the suitcase with a sigh of relief. "I wonder what their place is like in the country."
"Probably a similar size to ours, and they'll probably have the same amount of servants as us." Edward suggested.
"It's going to be fun isn't it?" Eliza asked happily. "Not only being in the English countryside, which is gorgeous on it's own, but Margaret's wedding and all."
"It will be fun." Edward agreed. "That is if we can fit your clothing into the taxi and then into the train."
Eliza made a face at him. Whilst Margaret and Richard had offered for the two of them to drive up to the estate with them the night before Eliza and Edward had decided to take the train instead. It would be a far more leisurely trip, and the two of them hadn't spent much time alone since they had arrived in England.
London, April 1958.
Eliza sighed as she folded up one of her skirts and placed it into the suitcase. The last few days had been the busiest she'd had in a long time. Not only did Margaret want her help with small details- such as flowers, she also needed her help with her dress, and the one's she had chosen for her bridesmaids. Whilst Eliza and Margaret ran around the city Edward and Richard sat around talking business.
Edward came into the hotel room then. "Packing going all right?" He asked.
"Fine thanks." Eliza replied. "I wish sometimes I was like you though and didn't have to have so much clothes to pack."
"You don't HAVE to have them." Edward said with a grin.
"I do so!" Eliza argued, but she was smiling too. She folded another dress and then stopped and sat on the bed. "I have to keep up with the Jones' don't I?"
"You mean the Monksfields." Edward joked and Eliza laughed.
"Okay, okay, we don't need to talk about that- you know how I feel about them now. I was wrong, you were right." Eliza said. "Did you get the telegram you went downstairs for?"
"Yes, it's from Ben. He said to congratulate Margaret and apoligise for him once again, but that's not the main reason he sent it." Edward said slowly.
Eliza looked up sharply. "Is he all right? He's not sick is he?"
"No, he's not sick." Edward assured her. "Perfectly well."
"Well what is it then? Has he met someone? Is he getting married?" Eliza asked, her face lighting up.
"No, nothing like that. He's been given a promotion at work already." Edward said beaming with pride.
"Already?" Eliza repeated. "I knew he was smart, but I didn't know he was that smart."
"Apparently, at 24, he's the youngest person to have ever been given the promotion he's been given." Edward continued.
"Pity he hasn't met someone as well." Eliza said, getting up to continue her packing.
"You know you wouldn't say that if Margaret wasn't getting married." Edward said.
"I would too say it." Eliza argued.
"And then I'd have to tell you, like I've heard you tell certain people, it's the 1950's not the 1920's, where you're not an old maid if you're not married off as soon as possible. Besides, when you think about it Ben's doing this the sensible way. By the time he chooses to get married he'll have a good job, a good income, and they will have security." Edward argued back.
Eliza had to laugh again, it was strange how Edward always made her laugh even after all the time they had been together. And he knew her better than she would ever have imagined anyone knew her. "Okay, okay." She said holding her hands up. "I like to say things when they suit me. Sometimes I look at the people outside, and even those who are conservative, look so different to how things used to be, and then I think how time flies, and how we're getting nice and old-"
"Old?" Edward snorted. "We're not old. Could an old woman have run around London non stop for three days?"
"True." Eliza said, and she closed the suitcase with a sigh of relief. "I wonder what their place is like in the country."
"Probably a similar size to ours, and they'll probably have the same amount of servants as us." Edward suggested.
"It's going to be fun isn't it?" Eliza asked happily. "Not only being in the English countryside, which is gorgeous on it's own, but Margaret's wedding and all."
"It will be fun." Edward agreed. "That is if we can fit your clothing into the taxi and then into the train."
Eliza made a face at him. Whilst Margaret and Richard had offered for the two of them to drive up to the estate with them the night before Eliza and Edward had decided to take the train instead. It would be a far more leisurely trip, and the two of them hadn't spent much time alone since they had arrived in England.