A/N: Thank you lilmizz3vil for your review! This chapter isn't that long, but i promise to post a longer one for chapter 3. I hope... Anyways, enjoy and R&R.
We Cordially Invite You to the Wedding of…
It is the wedding day. I have hardened my face and deadened my soul. It is the only way I will survive this ordeal.
I chant a mantra in my head, "You knew it was never going to happen. You were never destined for the true love of novels. It doesn't exist! Look at father and Mama. No, you saw this coming."
But that doesn't me from dying inside. I try to practice being pleasant to my husband to be, trying expressions in the mirror. Edward is one and twenty; it seems so old to me. No matter, at least he is not forty. He's handsome, even I can't deny it. Tall and dark haired, his shoulder is even with my eye level.
Soon enough I'm walking down the aisle. My dress is ivory with intricate lace and pink pearl adornment. It flatters my figure so that I have a tiny waist and even my not so curvy bosom is more voluptuous. My hair is piled atop my head and small brown ringlets frame my face. I am wearing a little make up, a touch of rouge and kohl eyeliner.
But my beauty cannot outweigh that I am chained. Chained to a man that dares looks at me in such an arrogant way. At the sight of him all my fury returns with a passion. I can hardly repeat my vows. Now everyone expects us to kiss. He takes the lead and presses his lips against mine. A rush of warmth floods my body. We break apart but I can still feel his lips branded on me. I can't believe I feel like this after a chaste church kiss. Then I remember what Edward has done.
All of the partygoers go by carriage to my new home. All my possessions and trousseau have been sent before me. I have never seen the Devonshire palace. The wedding celebration will be my first look at it.
The first thing I do is head to the flutes of champagne that are being held on trays by serving boys. I chat and gradually work my way into an alcohol induced haze. It is easier to be complacent when one has a buzz. I receive congratulations gracefully; only Mary knows the extent of my pain. She and Pippa comforted me the days I cried myself to sleep following the engagement. I am soon tipsy enough to not mind dancing with my husband. My drunkenness does not show; I don't slur or weave. We dance the night away.
Hours later the ball is over and guests begin to leave. I have no idea how much I've had to drink, probably an ungodly copious amount of alcohol. Edward leads me down hallways and opens the door to what can only be our chambers. Hardly a coherent thought goes through my mind. Even then I notice the large bed through my cloud. A bed that's big enough for two. I babble something about not sleeping together.
I can feel Edward's chest rumble as he chuckles. He lays me on the bed, and loosens my beautiful dress. After kissing me gently on the forehead, he lies down beside me. I have enough consciousness to scoot to the far side of the bed before I drift into dreams of sparkling champagne bubbles.
A/N: You know you want to push that little button. Go on! Please review and tell me what you think. It makes me update faster, i promise. So if you hate it or love it i don't care. Long or short it doesn't matter. I will try to type ch. 3 in the next week, depending on how busy i am and on my other stories.
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