Day 2 of March Flash Fiction. "Please don't say that."
Elsie and Charlie on their way to their honeymoon.
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They were finally alone on the train to Scarborough. Or as alone as two people could be on a passenger train. Charlie had been holding her hand since they'd left the reception at the schoolhouse, and now they were side by side, free of their responsibilities from Downton and on their way to their honeymoon. Elsie couldn't help the giddy smile that kept popping up whenever she thought of it.
Charlie squeezed her hand, his own giddy smile firmly in place. "I don't know if I've told you yet, but you are beautiful, Elsie."
She laughed. "Only a few dozen times since this morning." She looked over the rest of the train compartment with a sigh, remembering how she nearly hadn't had a dress to wear to her own wedding. "It was all Her Ladyship's doing. Without her I'm afraid, I'd have been rather drab."
"Please, don't say that," he said sternly, tugging her hand until she looked at him. He frowned at her. "You would have looked beautiful in a potato sack, but that's not the point. I think you are beautiful. And I won't have you disparaging the woman I love."
Tears burned in her eyes, threatening to spill. He was such a dear man. She wanted so much to just reach up and kiss him. She placed her free hand on his cheek to pull him down to meet her halfway. His lips were warm against hers and she couldn't help but smile into him. "Thank you, Charlie."