AN: This chapter's a bit shorter than the others but don't worry. It's still just as good. Thanks again for the reviews and enjoy!
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Evelyn paced her bedroom floor. Her white wedding dress slightly dragging on the rug. She realized that she couldn't wait. She just wanted to get the ceremony over with. The wedding was tomorrow morning and she hadn't seen Rick in over a day. She was considering calling the whole thing off. A wedding was just an expensive, high-to-do ceremony. She was beginning to think the whole ordeal was highly overrated. A week ago she was excited to walk down the isle, for her brother to give her away, and to recite the vows, but if it meant staying away from Rick when all she wanted to do since they became engaged was to see him, she was having second thoughts.
Jonathan and Rick had been adamant about the latter not seeing Evelyn twenty-four hours before the ceremony. They believed it to be bad luck. Evelyn thought they were being silly. She had never believed in bad luck or curses and she still refused to as long as they had nothing to do with mummies.
Jonathan entered the room carrying a stack of papers. He set them down on her bed and turned to give her a once-over.
"You look lovely, Old Mum!" he stated, giving her a hug.
"Yes, well, I feel rather silly," She straightened out a few creases in her dress. "I look enormous in this thing!" She glanced in a mirror.
"Oh, you do not!" Jonathan said, being uncharacteristically supportive of his baby sister. "You look beautiful." He winked at her.
Evelyn blushed briefly and returned her gaze to the mirror. "I'd be surprised if Rick didn't turn tail and run the moment I emerged down the isle," she said.
"Oh, stop it, now," Jonathan glared at her. "The only reason he'd run is if I walked out there in that dress."
Evelyn tried to look solemn but let out a few giggles when the image of her brother in a dress crossed her imagination.
"So," Jonathan started, looking as serious as he could muster, "what's gotten you all in a huff, anyway?"
"I miss him," Evelyn said, quietly.
"What?! You've only been away from him for a day and you bloody miss him?" Jonathan looked perplexed. "I'll never figure the two of you out! Here you are missing him after shooing him away when he follows you around." He sighed. "He's in the other room complaining that his pants don't look right when I've never seen him care about his appearance." Jonathan plopped down on her bed and put his hands in his lap.
"It surprises me," Evelyn said, changing the subject, "that you're being so supportive of this. A week ago you hated the idea of me marrying him and now- now it seems as if you're just as excited as I am," she grinned.
"He really isn't that bad of a guy, you know," Jonathan stated, looking up at her.
"No, he isn't," Evelyn said. "So why the change of heart?"
Jonathan looked as though he was thinking of the answer. "I, um... Well, I got to thinking."
"And?" Evelyn inquired as he paused.
"Who better to marry my baby sister than a charming, dashing, American who would risk his own life to save hers." He stood and stared at the floor. "Even if he is a bloody ruffian."
Evelyn smiled. "That was probably the most brotherly thing you've said since Mum and Dad died."
"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" Jonathan said with a chuckle. Evelyn quickly gave him a hug. "Yes, well, that's great. Now you can go and tell all of your little friends that your older brother's gone soft."
"Oh, you," Evelyn punched her brother lightly in the arm.
"Oww..." Jonathan whined. "You have bony, little knuckles, you know?" They smiled at each other briefly.
"Well, I'm off to drink away this bloody conversation," Jonathan stated, simply. His sister sighed at his remark. "Try not too stay up late. Big day tomorrow." He strode toward the door.
"I know," Evelyn said watching him leave. "You too, though. Don't you dare show up smashed, Jonathan."
"I won't, I promise." He opened the door. "You'd really kill me this time if I did." He left the room and closed the door.
Evelyn continued to look herself over in the mirror. She turned and twirled a bit.
"I still think I look ridiculous..." She said to herself, sighing.
AN: The next two chapters are already written! I'm having so much fun writing this thing and I'm planning a few more stories in this fandom. Please let me know what you think of this chapter, and remember, the more reviews, the quicker the next one goes up! Thanks again!
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Evelyn paced her bedroom floor. Her white wedding dress slightly dragging on the rug. She realized that she couldn't wait. She just wanted to get the ceremony over with. The wedding was tomorrow morning and she hadn't seen Rick in over a day. She was considering calling the whole thing off. A wedding was just an expensive, high-to-do ceremony. She was beginning to think the whole ordeal was highly overrated. A week ago she was excited to walk down the isle, for her brother to give her away, and to recite the vows, but if it meant staying away from Rick when all she wanted to do since they became engaged was to see him, she was having second thoughts.
Jonathan and Rick had been adamant about the latter not seeing Evelyn twenty-four hours before the ceremony. They believed it to be bad luck. Evelyn thought they were being silly. She had never believed in bad luck or curses and she still refused to as long as they had nothing to do with mummies.
Jonathan entered the room carrying a stack of papers. He set them down on her bed and turned to give her a once-over.
"You look lovely, Old Mum!" he stated, giving her a hug.
"Yes, well, I feel rather silly," She straightened out a few creases in her dress. "I look enormous in this thing!" She glanced in a mirror.
"Oh, you do not!" Jonathan said, being uncharacteristically supportive of his baby sister. "You look beautiful." He winked at her.
Evelyn blushed briefly and returned her gaze to the mirror. "I'd be surprised if Rick didn't turn tail and run the moment I emerged down the isle," she said.
"Oh, stop it, now," Jonathan glared at her. "The only reason he'd run is if I walked out there in that dress."
Evelyn tried to look solemn but let out a few giggles when the image of her brother in a dress crossed her imagination.
"So," Jonathan started, looking as serious as he could muster, "what's gotten you all in a huff, anyway?"
"I miss him," Evelyn said, quietly.
"What?! You've only been away from him for a day and you bloody miss him?" Jonathan looked perplexed. "I'll never figure the two of you out! Here you are missing him after shooing him away when he follows you around." He sighed. "He's in the other room complaining that his pants don't look right when I've never seen him care about his appearance." Jonathan plopped down on her bed and put his hands in his lap.
"It surprises me," Evelyn said, changing the subject, "that you're being so supportive of this. A week ago you hated the idea of me marrying him and now- now it seems as if you're just as excited as I am," she grinned.
"He really isn't that bad of a guy, you know," Jonathan stated, looking up at her.
"No, he isn't," Evelyn said. "So why the change of heart?"
Jonathan looked as though he was thinking of the answer. "I, um... Well, I got to thinking."
"And?" Evelyn inquired as he paused.
"Who better to marry my baby sister than a charming, dashing, American who would risk his own life to save hers." He stood and stared at the floor. "Even if he is a bloody ruffian."
Evelyn smiled. "That was probably the most brotherly thing you've said since Mum and Dad died."
"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" Jonathan said with a chuckle. Evelyn quickly gave him a hug. "Yes, well, that's great. Now you can go and tell all of your little friends that your older brother's gone soft."
"Oh, you," Evelyn punched her brother lightly in the arm.
"Oww..." Jonathan whined. "You have bony, little knuckles, you know?" They smiled at each other briefly.
"Well, I'm off to drink away this bloody conversation," Jonathan stated, simply. His sister sighed at his remark. "Try not too stay up late. Big day tomorrow." He strode toward the door.
"I know," Evelyn said watching him leave. "You too, though. Don't you dare show up smashed, Jonathan."
"I won't, I promise." He opened the door. "You'd really kill me this time if I did." He left the room and closed the door.
Evelyn continued to look herself over in the mirror. She turned and twirled a bit.
"I still think I look ridiculous..." She said to herself, sighing.
AN: The next two chapters are already written! I'm having so much fun writing this thing and I'm planning a few more stories in this fandom. Please let me know what you think of this chapter, and remember, the more reviews, the quicker the next one goes up! Thanks again!