I made an error last chapter.
The line that said:

It looked beautiful on her finger, but she was only seventeen. Seventeen and already married, even it was just pretend.

It was supposed to be sixteen. I replaced the chapter, fixing the error.
Sorry about that.

Thank you to every single review so far.
You guys have kept me going.
I wrote out the plot for the rest of the story
And it pretty much took up a page of college ruled paper:
Front and back.
hah.
Read and review babes.
Sorry, it's short I know. I'll TRY and update tomorrow.

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Jude stood in a large, brightly lit hall with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and a light and airy melody filled the hall. She looked down to see she was dressed in a white gown with a corset bodice, and poufed skirt with a long train behind her. Curls cascaded from around her head, and the way the light hit the ringlets they seemed to shine like spun gold. She whipped her head around, curls bouncing and train seeming to wrap around her feet to baracade her to where she stood, to see the double wooden doors open up.

Thomas walked through, the lights making his skin seem to glow, wearing a tuxedo. They met half-way, and began dancing as they had before in the studio. Hand in hand, cheek to cheek. She heard violins overpower the sound of her thoughts as they swayed. Jude felt a serene feeling of happiness wash over her, and she pulled her face back a few inches to look at Thomas. The light casted a dark shadow on her eyes, making them seem a deep midnight blue and twinkle.

"Is this a dream?" she whispered, looking around then back at Thomas.
He shrugged, a smile gracing his face. "If it is..I don't want to wake up." he said softly.

She smiled softly, and glanced around the room taking it all in. Thomas spun her out, then drew her back in to his arms. She giggled softly, she only remembered dancing like this with her father and she was always on her father's toes. He stopped dancing and held her hands between them. "I love you Jude.." he said timidly, looking from their hands to her eyes which were beginning to brim over with tears. He leaned in and drew in a breath as his lips met hers. He released her hands, putting his around her back to pull her cloesr and she tangled her fingers behind his head. Suddenly, she felt a shaking. It was almost as if the room was shaking and she heard "kielzog omhoog!"

She groaned as the dream fizzled and disappeared, and her eyes opened slowly to see Katerena standing beside her bed. "Mum says to get up.." she says in a normal tone of voice, and Jude can see from the glint in her eyes that she has a question. She threw her left arm over her eyes, and shook her head. "Ugh..do I have to?" she asked, curling up under the comforter that covered her twin bed.

Katerena nodded, her red curls bouncing. "Yes. We have to pack." she says matter-of-factly, putting her hands on her hips. Jude grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, rolling over. Katerena huffed and grabbed at her side, rolling he back over. "I said, we have to pack." and Jude sat up, running her fingers through her hair. "Fine. I'm up. Happy?" she rolled out of bed. "Out, so I can get dressed." she pointed to the door as she walked over to the armoire and opened the doors, grabbing a black skirt and a white button up shirt.

Katinka huffed out of the room, and as soon as she heard the door click Jude threw her nightgown off and glanced at her left hand. The ring was still there. Last night was real, she was going to leave her mother and father to pretend to be married. Of course, she was making a difference. Helping the jews that were being ostracized by the natzi's. She pulled on the skirt, zipping it up and reached for a pair of pantyhose. She slid them up her leg, looking at a spot on the beige carpet.

How was she supposed to know what to do? What happened if someone told on them, if they suspected Thomas was a jew? Her mind frantically thought of all the worse possible scenarios as she worked on the second leg of the pantyhose. She stood up, smoothing her skirt out and grabbing the shirt, quickly buttoning it and tucking it in the waistband of the skirt. She grabbed her brush, running it through her hair and grabbed a black ribbon hurridly tying it around her head. She pulled out the low heels from under her bed, and slid her feet in then turned towards the door.

Walking out into the brightly lit living room, she smiled as she seen snow still falling outside the window. She made into the kitchen, and first noticed Marguerite and her mother side by side at the stove, cooking. Edward was absent as always, was already at work two hours earlier. She seen Hermann, sitting in her father's spot, reading the paper. She smiled at the back of Thomas' head, sitting next to where she usually sat. She sauntered over, and sat down. Her smile grew wider as Thomas' brown eyes landed on her. "Good Morning." she said, grabbing the cotton napkin off her plate and setting it in her lap.

He reflected her smile, and nodded. "Good Morning it is.." he said, winking and turning towards their mother's who were bringing over the food they'd just been cooking. Victoria sat a pot of oatmeal down in the middle of the table as Marguerite followed up with a plate of fried potatoes. "Stupid rations." her mother muttered as she sat down across from Jude, beside Katinka and Marguerite took the last open spot across from Hermann.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, accented with questions of the book Jude was reading from her mother. After they were finished, Jude and Katinka went off to pack and as they stood back facing eachother, grabbing things from their armoire's and desks, they were hit with the intensity of their task at hand. How the two girls would manage without their mother and father, Jude couldn't imagine.

"Jude..." Katerena started, holding onto her own small teddy dressed in a tutu as she turned to face Jude's side of the room. Jude turned and her blue eyes raised from the floor to Katerena's soft face. "I'm scared..I don't want to leave Mummy and Daddy. What happens if..if the natzi's come?" her voice was filled with emotion and tears. Jude crossed the room in four strides and enclosed her sister in a warm hug. A few tears escaped her eyes, and she let them slide down her cheeks onto the top of Katerena's red hair.

"I'm scared too...I'm scared too." she whispered, tightening her arms around her sister. "But, we have eachother..and that's what matters."

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The Next Day..

Edward stood in the sitting room, holding three identification papers. Thanks to Emmet, his brother, and his connections he was able to get false papers. He patiently waited for Jude to come home from school as he read over the documents.

Name: Jude Quincy. Age: 20

He stared at the picture of his eldest daughter smiling brightly, and tears clouded his vision. The decision killed him, they were so close, and the look in her face when he told her killed him even more. He quickly wiped the tears away, hearing the front door open and Jude's voice along with Thomas' and Katinka's following behind her. He stood up as they rounded the corner, and smiled painfully. "The papers are here..." he said solemnly, holding them up. Jude's face fell and she twisted the gold band around her finger, a habit she'd picked up over the last few days.

She looked up at him, her blue eyes sad and full of fear. "When do we leave..?" she asked, looking more at the papers in his upheld hand than his face.

Edward swallowed deeply, and held out her identification papers. She took it in her hands, reading it over as Edward handed Thomas and Katerena's their own. "Tomorrow evening.." he said quietly, looking down at his shined shoes.

Abruptly, Jude threw her arms around her father's abdomen squeezing him as tears sprung to her eyes. Less than twenty-four hours and she'd be on her way to Monnikendam, without him. Daddy's little girl has to grow up. She let go, and looked back at Thomas' meeting his gaze directly. "Well, are you ready for the married life, Mister Quincy?" she asked, smiling half heartedly.

Thomas chuckled nervously, and stepped forward to take her hand in his. "As long as it's with you, I've been ready since the day I slipped the ring on." he said, in a voice so low only she could hear. A rosy flush crept up her neck, and she giggled girlishly. Over the past few days, since they'd found out the plan Thomas had become more profound with showing his feelings and since the dream she'd had, Jude had been wishing it'd been true or that he'd actually spoke those words even if it wasn't in that exact setting.

She found herself staring out windows, imagining what'd become of them out in Monnikendam. If he'd stop being afraid and kiss her. So many scenarios played through her head, not all of them being bad, most of them ending happily with them producing multiple kids.

And what was to happen, it was something neither of them would - or could prepare for.