At the fort, the news of Colonel Tavington and Olivia spread in no time. Every gossiping women wanted to participate and plan every single detail; from the flowers, to the caterer, to bed room advices to please a man. Weeks after her wound, she was recovering quite quickly. She was so afraid to have her wound infected and not to have any antibiotics, she took extra care of her health.

Olivia had started to dread the wedding day. But she feared even more the wedding night. She felt like she was tricking him into this marriage and she didn't like to manipulate like this. Matt had advised her not to say anything before they had sex. Once a wedding was consumed, he could not back out. But all she was doing was lying. He was marrying a fake version of herself and not to say that he was expecting to marry a virgin. Matt told her to fake it and to have sex in darkness for the first night. He was enjoying is time in this century so much, she knew he wasn't looking for a way to go back home anymore. But Olivia had started to feel true love for this man; he was the only one that made her feel secure.

She was lost in her thoughts in the parlor when her eyes focussed on a pair of black boots in front of her. She raised her head and met Tavington's eyes; he offered his hand, smiling. The room was suddenly silent and she had to endure every eye on her, especially Elizabeth. The young woman was trying to spread nasty rumors on Olivia; the only reason being she was devoured by jealousy.

"Are you all right?" he said as they exited outside for a walk.

"Yeah, a bit overwhelm I would say," she replied, not truly being able to look at him in the eyes.

"From planning the wedding?" he inquired, worried she might change her mind.

She sighed and ran her hand on her forehead. She very slightly nodded her head; feeling the fear invaded her.

"I am going to be more precise in my question, and I want an honest answer; you are overwhelmed by the planning or overwhelmed by marrying me?" he asked, trying his best to tame his growing anger.

She stopped their walk and turned to look him directly in the eyes.

"Do you really love me?" she asked.

"Of course, I do. I never felt this way before," he replied, grapping both of her hands in his.

"Tell me, what do you like about me?"

"You are so different, not only for the way you wear jewellery, but the way you speak your mind. And do I have to say how beautiful you are? Don't ever doubt my intentions, Liv."

She wiped the tear that had started to fall from her eye and grabbed his neck to kiss him. Quickly, he escaped from her grip; this behavior was widely improper outside, but only made him want her more.

"Will, do you really want this big ceremony?"

"I do. Everyone needs to know you are mine. Is it not every woman's dream?"

She nodded and smiled; this might be the only wedding she will have. She was quite lucky it was with a man that seemed to love her. She needed to start building a life here, since the one she had in New York was out of reach. She felt this urge in her stomach to tell him everything, but bit the inside of her mouth so hard her eyes started to water.

…

A couple of weeks later, the wedding was held. Olivia had managed to keep her mouth shot about where she came from, or when she came from. But once inside his bedroom, it was all she could think of. He was eagerly kissing her, his hands caressing every part of her body; it was like she was a thirst he could not quench. He started to take her dress off and she stopped him once she was in her chemise. He started to take his own clothes off but she grabbed his hand to make him stop.

"Will, there is something I need to tell you," she could not lie to him anymore.

"Can't this wait? I want to bed my wife now," he replied lustfully.

"Maybe you won't want me after this, but I need to get this off my chest. Maybe you should sit down," she said as he sat on the bed. She sat next to him, holding his hand very tightly before she carried on. "I am not from here…"

"Yes, I know that, you are from England," he said in haste.

She could feel this was not the right time for him; his blood was probably only in his pants and he was not a patient man to begin with. But there were no other time, so she kept on going.

"I was going to a wedding with friends and we had a car crash. The first thing I knew, I was here. Well, I was in Mrs Sutherland's home. In 1778."

"And?"

"The wedding was held… in 2022."

He rose from the bed and ran his hands in his undone hair. He whispered something she did not understand. Part of her was afraid she was going to be held in a cell or tortured within minutes, but she summoned the courage to ask him to repeat what he just said.

"I knew," he stated, not angered, not sad, just stating a fact.

"What do you mean you knew?"

She froze in fear when he turned around to look at her. His gaze was still lustful, which kind of reassured her, but she still felt nervous like she never did before.

"I could not believe it when Bordon found this bag in the wood," he said as he opened a drawer from his desk. He grabbed the blush silk bag that matched her bridesmaid dress. It felt like years she hadn't seen this bag. He opened the zipper and took out her driver license. "I knew it was you; your name and your face is on this thing. DOB stands for date of birth, isn't it? 1994? Expiration date in 2023?"

She lowered her gaze to the ground.

"Now, Mrs Tavington. You will tell me the whole story, from the start."