The grand day has arrived!

November 14, 1925

"Now George, you must remember to stay here until Grandmamma tells you it's time, all right?"

"Yes Mama," George Crawley answered obediently, accepting a kiss on the cheek from his mother. Mary stood and looked her son over for any wrinkles or crumbs on his suit. He smiled up at her as she brushed his hair out of his eyes.

"You would make your Father very proud today, George," Mary said quietly, bending down to kiss the top of his head. George beamed as she stepped back, reaching over to take his Grandmamma's hand.

"All set?"

Mary smiled to Isobel who now held tight to her grandson's hand. Mary could see Isobel's eyes had gone misty, knowing it was probably difficult for her to not have Matthew by her side on this important day.

"I should hope so," Isobel answered, lifting her smile from George to Mary. "Thank you for letting George…"

"Isobel, George is your grandson, and like his father, he loves you very much. There is no other place he should be today," Mary said simply, leaning forward to kiss Isobel's cheek. "Now, I best leave you. Such good luck!"

She gently squeezed Isobel's arm and made her way in to the sanctuary of the church, waving to them both before the door closed behind her. Isobel's stomach suddenly filled with nerves as George tugged on her hand.

"Grandmamma, is it almost time?" he asked excitedly.

"I believe it is," she answered, her voice shaking slightly with anxiety. Stepping over to the wall, she took a seat on the bench and pulled George up alongside her.

"Grandmamma, what's wrong?" he asked. Though a young boy, George was keenly aware any time his grandmother seemed upset.

"Nothing dear," she answered, forcing a smile for the young boy. She brushed a hand down his cheek, seeing Matthew in every feature. "Grandmamma is just a bit nervous."

"Why?"

"I suppose because…well, no matter. I'm sure if you hold my hand tight it will be all better, hmm?"

George nodded enthusiastically, his smile stretching across his small face.

"I think that's our signal, Isobel. Shall we?" Robert asked, holding out a hand to help her up. The large organ sounded from inside the sanctuary, and George clapped with joy knowing the music was what they were waiting for. Isobel took Robert's hand and smiled weakly, her stomach turning over once again as she stood.

He put her hand in the crook of his arm and handed her a small bouquet. Taking a few steps forward, they stood in front of the closed double doors leading in to the sanctuary. And right before the doors opened, a small hand took Isobel's left; lacing young, smooth fingers with her own aged ones. Isobel and Robert looked down to find George beaming up at them.

"Don't worry, Grandmamma, I won't let go," he assured her.

"Will there by anything else, milord?" Mead asked, following Lord Merton to the foot of the large staircase.

"No, that will be all Mead. And please…commend the staff on such a successful day. Their hard work is truly appreciated," Dickie said, smiling tiredly at the Butler.

Mead bowed slightly. "Of course, milord. If I may say so…the new Lady Merton did remarkably well throughout the day. A day that would be overwhelming for anyone…"

Dickie nodded, looking up the staircase. "Yes…yes, she did."

"Well...I bid you a good night, milord," Mead said, taking a step back and clasping his hands behind his back.

"Goodnight, Mead," Dickie replied, his nerves rising with each step he took to the second floor….and his wedding night.