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So many things aren't what they seem to be Juliet thought to herself as she was surrounded in wedding outfitry. On the outside, we see one illusion. On the inside, another. We cannot see behind closed doors and into closed hearts but sometimes people forget that, she realized. That is how things were for the legendary wedding of Gnomeo Bluebury and Juliet Redbrick. Her wedding. The only one she would ever have.

Of course, she knew that everyone was talking about it and everyone was wondering who would get a glittering and embossed invitation. Journalists, socialites, and even the mayor couldn't help but hope to attend what was going to be the social event of the season. As the story of their feuding families and secret love came to light, everyone called it tragic and romantic. She knew it was only because they didn't know any better but even so it angered Juliet. How in the world could they know that the bride looked at the glittering diamond ring on her finger and was reminded of the heavy price she had paid for it? They didn't know that the groom bought his honeymoon tickets and wondered if he really wanted to return home. They didn't see the icy glances by the families and friends of the couple that were shared whenever they came into contact. It was a fairytale for the ages on the outside, but it was an icy affair on the inside.

Especially, for the bride to be. Juliet Redbrick was surrounded in yards of silk, lace, jewels, and decals. Kitchens were full of wedding cake and steak-and-potato samples for the wedding feasts. Florists arranged large assortments of roses, lilies, baby's breath, and hydrangeas to decorate the church, men's jackets, and the bouquets. An archbishop was coming to say the mass and it had made the papers many times. It was the wedding of the year and it was destined to be joyful and happy, or was it?

Things had changed in the few months that it had taken to plan the wedding. Juliet and her fiancé couldn't live together but they saw each other as much as they could. Gnomeo was mostly healed from his injuries but Juliet knew he still had headaches. He knew she had trouble sleeping without him.

Charles Sowden had mysteriously resigned from Lady Bluebury's service and therefore she had handed over all the company finances to Gnomeo. Juliet knew it what had always wanted and she didn't want to bother him if anything was bothering her. She was so sure that he was happy with his business and his friends and family.

Also, Juliet was pregnant. Actually pregnant. She and Gnomeo had been trying whenever and wherever they could, in order to validate the lie they had told to get married in the first place. She had known the night after the conception but she couldn't prove anything until her period didn't come at all. It still blew her away that there was a little life growing inside of her. A tiny human that was half her and half the man she loved. Soon, they would be a family. Then everything would be alright.

A week before the wedding, Juliet was standing on a small stool in front of a full length mirror for a final fitting of the wedding dress. Sunlight streamed around the room and Seamstresses bobbed around pinning and fluffing the wedding dress. Nanette bossed them around while she dabbed her eyes with a tissue because Juliet looked so absolutely stunning with the morning light shining around her, causing the beads and diamonds on her dress to reflect the light in thousands of shimmering rainbow spheres. But Juliet felt like the girl in the mirror wasn't her at all.

"Now Lady Bluebury was suggesting these beautiful puffy sleeves-". The seamstress offered as she wrapped a tape measure around Juliet's lacy waist. Juliet shook her head and pushed the lacy veil off her face.

"No thank you. I don't prefer that. I like the lace sleeves."

It wasn't the first time she'd received suggestions from Lady Bluebury on how to plan her wedding. Marrying Gnomeo was the only wedding she ever planned to have, so Juliet couldn't let his mother take charge. But his mother was hard to defer and it took every ounce of Juliet's patience not to completely scream. In fact, every aspect of her wedding had been fought for and fought over by the families. As a result, she was worn out. She missed Gnomeo even though she saw him often. She figured that if she could make it past the wedding, she'd be okay. Everything would just be good and there would be no more problems.

"Julie, you're going to be such a beautiful bride." Nanette proclaimed as she helped Juliet out of the tons of lace and jewels that were her wedding dress.

"Thanks Nanette. Really. I just can't wait to get married!"

"I know." Nanette replied, happy for her friend.

"It's going to be wonderful and everything will finally be normal. I just know it."

"Of course it will." Nanette agreed. "Now rest up. Tonight is your engagement ball and you'll want to be fresh. It's your last one before you're married.

Gnomeo fastened his blue tie in the gilded mirror.

"Mr. Gnomeo, you have a telegraph from Mr. Callaway from Paris. Would you like it now or should I leave it on the desk?" His secretary asked.

"Leave it on the desk." Gnomeo replied feeling a sense of pride. Sowden had resigned and Gnomeo finally had control of everything his father left him. He was proud but even he admitted it was a lot of work. And with a fiancé and a baby on the way, his plate was as full as could be. He was trying to make sure Juliet and He would have a house to move into after the honeymoon and he was trying to make sure that nothing and no one could ever break them again. He wasn't a rich playboy anymore. In the past year, he had become a husband, provider, and a better person. If they could just get past the wedding, everything might become normal again. Although, he wasn't sure that he would ever be accepted by Lord Redbrick. Every time he was with Juliet, he swore that her father was staring daggers into his head. He knew Juliet loved her father, and that she loved him as well. Gnomeo never wanted her to have to make the choice between them again. But he knew it was no use to try and formally ask Lord Redbrick for her hand in marriage again. He had consented because of the baby that hadn't even existed yet not because he trusted Gnomeo in any way. It made him uncomfortable because he was trustworthy and he would never let anything bad happen to Juliet. He didn't want to bother Juliet about it though. She had enough on her mind with the baby (the real one), and the wedding. And she seemed happy. She had Nanette and her family around her. He wished he was feeling as content.

In the past months, he'd made a lot of changes and amends to people. He'd apologized to Benny, his cousin and he'd even made friends with Tybalt. He didn't respect all his choices, but the guys weren't at each other's throats. He'd smoothed things out with Paris as well. Best of all, his old friend Mercutio had come to New York from London in time for the wedding and tonight he was meeting Juliet. Tonight was the last ball before their wedding. It made Gnomeo feel glad.

"You ready, man?" Mercutio asked coming down the stairs, looking very debonair.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Just like old times, right?" Mercutio said, slapping his friend on the back.

"Yeah, except I'm engaged."

"Have I congratulated you yet?"

"Maybe once or twice." Gnomeo joked as they headed out.

"So tell me about her. I need some background so I don't make a fool of myself when I meet her."

"What do you want to know?" Gnomeo asked, trying to find how to describe the complexity of Juliet.

"What's she like?"

"Amazing." Gnomeo continuously struggled looking for the words to describe Juliet. "Beautiful. Smart. I dunno mate, words can't really describe her."

Mercutio grinned. "Does she have a sister by any chance?"

They laughed as they rode off into the glittering night.

When they arrived, Juliet floated down the stairs in a cream colored gown. Her engagement ring glittered on her finger as she descended the staircase. Gnomeo was waiting for her, looking so handsome. Her heart leapt when she saw him and she hurried down the stairs to meet him.

"Hey you." She said breathlessly pecking his cheek.

"Hello beautiful." He replied.

They lingered for a second longer as she searched his earnest face. He cleared his throat.

"Juliet, this is Mercutio, my old friend."

"I knew Gnomeo when he was a kid." Mercutio chimed in, shaking her lace-gloved hand and flashing his million dollar smile.

"Nice to meet you." Juliet responded with a polite smile.

"And this is Mercutio's date, Camilla." Gnomeo told her.

"Nice to meet you as well." Juliet nodded to Camilla.

Camilla was a plain blonde girl. She wore a deep fuchsia gown and a shy expression that could hardly be seen behind her painted fan.

"Juliet, I must say, you are even lovelier than Gnomeo described you."

"Thank you." Juliet replied, sweetly.

Gnomeo helped Juliet up into the carriage and swung himself in after her. There were so many things she wanted to say and so many things she wanted to do but it felt like in an instant, they were there.

It was a ball with glittering chandeliers and whispering guests and fancy gowns and secretive smiles. Whispers of gossip behind fans and silk gloves and the hum of straining violinists seemed to mix into the medley of loud chatter and roaring laughter of greetings. Suddenly, she was on display and people were rushing her and talking in loud voices. Gnomeo was greeted by all kinds of important men in black ties and stuffy sport coats, while the younger men followed behind already a little drunk on bourbon. Socialite wives and their daughters fanned over Juliet with compliments and questions as they glided into the ballroom where Vivaldi echoed above the chaos and noise.

There was one person that Juliet had not seen. Rosalie. She knew she was alive and all that, but not once had Rosalie come to her or Gnomeo to perhaps apologize for everything she had caused. In a way, all the bad things that happened had happened because of Rosalie and her hunger for revenge and love that didn't exist. Juliet had hoped she would come and ask for forgiveness but it didn't seem that that would happen.

Gnomeo led her on to the dance floor for the first dance, his arms around her waist and her arms draped loosely around his neck. They weren't the only couple on the floor obviously, but she could feel the stares burning holes into her skin. She wanted to just talk to Gnomeo like they had been able to when they were sneaking around but it was hardly possible now. After a few dances, he went to chat up some more businessmen and she went to use the ladies room to freshen up. The quietness was nice in the cool powder room as she pulled out her lipstick and rogue. Suddenly, she heard coughing and what sounded like throwing up.

"Hello? Are you alright?" She said.

"I'm fine. Leave me alone." A voice replied. Juliet saw the plumes of a blue and gold gown from behind a curtain.

"Who's there?" Juliet asked.

"Go away." The voice responded before hacking again.

Juliet recognized the voice suddenly.

"Rosalie? Is that you?"

There was a pause. "No! go away!" And Juliet knew.

"Rosalie, is everything ok? It's me, Juliet."

"I don't need you to ruin me anymore! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Rosalie coughed and Juliet pulled back the curtain to find Rosalie hunched over.

"God, can't you take a hint?" Rosalie scoffed.

"Just let me help you!" Juliet said, helping Rosalie to a couch.

Rosalie scowled and pulled her arm out of Juliet's grip.

"Are you alright?" Juliet asked.

"I'm FINE!" She replied coldly.

"You were vomiting!"

"It's none of your business! I'm not your charity case!" Rosalie moaned.

"Was it the eggs?"

"What?"

"Was it the eggs that made you sick?" Juliet turned to her.

"Why? I mean, yes it was!" Rosalie realized as she dapped her face with a hankerchief.

"They made me sick, but I thought it was just the baby. I mean I can barely even keep soup down-" Juliet stopped. She looked at Rosalie.

"Are you pregnant?"

Rosalie looked offended. "NO!"

Juliet looked at Rosalie's stomach. Sure enough, there was a round bulge that could only be a baby. It was cleverly disguised with lace and feathers and a large skirt, but up close and sitting it was obvious to Juliet.

"You are! Look at you!" Juliet exclaimed.

Rosalie broke down. "You got me! Congratulations! You now know that I am a poor and pregnant bachelorette with no man to marry me! Now you can go on and tell everyone and ruin my life the way I tried to ruin yours!"

At that moment, Juliet felt bad for Rosalie once the shock had worn off. She had never seen fear, depression, and sadness painted so vividly on a girl her age.

"I'm not going to do that." She said.

"Stop acting like an angel. I know you want to." Rosalie remarked, wiping her eyes and facing away.

"I don't. What good would that do?" Juliet insisted even though she kind of did.

"Revenge on me?" Rosalie stated like it was obvious. And maybe it was.

"I'd rather help you." She admitted.

"How can you help me?" Rosalie wailed.

"I don't know yet! But I can!" Juliet replied strongly.

"Whatever."

Juliet sighed.

"Who's the father?"

"Oh my god." Rosalie whispered.

"Do you even know?"

Rosalie scoffed. "Yes! I'm not a complete whore!"

"Then who is it?"

"I can't tell you!"

"I have to know! I bet you haven't told him either or you'd be engaged." Juliet pointed out.

"I can't tell him." Rosalie said sadly. "It's Charles Sowden."

Juliet almost choked. What an unlikely couple!

"What? How did this happen?" She whispered, trying not to let her disgust show.

"It was one night! One bad choice and one too many drinks! He never touched me again afterwards! Then this happens, and before I can tell him, he disappears! I haven't seen him in weeks and I'm carrying his child!" Rosalie began to sob openly, not caring that makeup was running off her cheek and onto her gossamer skirts.

"It's going to be okay." Juliet replied, taking Rosalie into her arms as she cried.

"No it isn't!" She sobbed. "I'm ruined!"

"We'll fix it. I promise. I'll do something. Please trust me, I can help you." Juliet soothed her, feeling maternal as she stroked Rosalie's plaited hair.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Rosalie asked as Juliet handed her a wipe from her clutch.

"Because I want to. Go home and rest okay? I'll visit tomorrow." Juliet reassured her, squeezing her hands.

"Okay." Rosalie sniffed as they walked out.

Juliet ran as fast as she could back to the party and wove through the crowds until she found Gnomeo.

"I need to talk to you." She said under her breath.

"Hey Jules! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Gnomeo replied, kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, there was a long line for the powder room and I got caught up talking." She lied.

"That happens with my wife all the time! But you know what I say-it's important to keep an eye on women these days!" A gentlemen Gnomeo had been talking to chimed in.

Juliet smiled a fake smile. "Can I steal him away?"

"Of course you can!" Gnomeo interjected before the men could say anything.

"Thank goodness you came. Those guys are the worst." Gnomeo told her, his hand snaking around her waist as they walked away.

"I need to talk to you." She repeated.

His face became worried. "Is everything ok? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She assured him. He led her out into a moonlit garden and they sat on a bench secluded by willows but illuminated by flickering lantern. He held her hands as they sat.

"What's going on?" His face was earnest.

"You won't believe what I found out."

"What is it? You're killing me Jules!" He exclaimed.

"Rosalie is pregnant."

"What?" Gnomeo nearly shouted. "You're joking."

Juliet shook her head. "She told me everything when I found her vomiting."

"How? By who?" Gnomeo asked, shocked.

Juliet lowered her voice, "Sowden."

Gnomeo about lost his balance and they weren't even standing.

"Is this a joke?"

"It was a one night stand and he doesn't even know." She told him urgently.

"Oh my god. Jules, I don't even know what to say." He replied.

"I know! We have to help Rosalie!"

Gnomeo looked quizzical. "Help her? She practically ruined our lives!"

"I know." Juliet admitted. "But it's the right thing to do. She needs someone and two wrongs don't make a right. If we want to move past what happened, then we should help her. I mean, I don't even know what we could do but we are all she's got but we can't even worry about things until the wedding is over and-"

Suddenly, Gnomeo interrupted her with a kiss. She was surprised at first but quickly kissed him back deeply.

"Everything is going to be fine, baby. We're going to be fine." He whispered lovingly when they pulled away.

"I know." She replied, hugging him tightly, while he ran his hands up and down her back, soothingly.

"Let's get out of here and just talk." Gnomeo said. And that's exactly what they did.

ONE WEEK LATER

The sun shined through glass windows and lacy curtains on the May morning. In the quiet morning, Juliet rose from her girlhood bed with its ruffled blankets for the last time. She was helped by only her maid of honor to prepare for her big day which was today. Her wedding day. Nanette helped her bathe in a warm bath with flowers that rested on the surface of the sparkling warm water until her skin glowed with lotions and exfoliates. Outside the room, wedding workers bustled around calling to each other to hurry and work but it was no concern of the beautiful bride. As Juliet allowed her friend to dust her face with blush and shimmers, she thought of her first wedding in Featherstone's garden. The garden, the veil, the sunshine, and the perfection of that day. Would today be the same? As Nanette outlined Juliet's eyes lightly with black and dabbed her lips with crimson, Juliet decided that she felt older than she had on the first wedding. She felt like she knew things now that she hadn't known before. She felt older, wiser, and a little beaten down. As Nanette helped her into a lacy slip that covered the wedding lingerie, Juliet realized that no longer she was a girl who was hopelessly in love and impulsively running away with a man. She was a woman who had known love, loss, anad heartbreak-and had somehow survived it all. As Nanette did painted sparkles on her fingernails she realized that this time she knew what she was doing and why she was doing it and she was ready for the commitment she had to make.

Nanette and Juliet didn't speak while Nanette lovingly unwrapped Juliet's curls and styled them fashionably to frame her face and run down her back in intricate knots and braids. Somehow though, Juliet felt as though everything had been said. They had said goodbye before and this wasn't goodbye. Finally, Juliet was laced into her wedding gown. It was custom designed from a French designer named Jacques who had come from Paris just to make her gowns. The sleeves were long and lacy and the lace covered the top half of her bodice. The rest of the dress was a light white silk that fanned out to long skirts with a magnificent train. The silk had been embroidered with silver thread, white beads, diamonds, pearls, and sequins that covered every petticoat and flounce of the skirts. Not excluded from the majesty, was the long lacy train that Nanette constantly adjusted. Juliet attached her lacy stockings to her garters while Nanette slipped on French slippers with tiny heels. Her heart began to race as she realized that the wedding was fast approaching. It wasn't fear that she was feeling, rather it was exhilaration. Nanette placed the veil gently on Juliet's head, making sure that the lace framed her face just so, and that there wasn't a diamond clip out of place so that her mother's white diamond tiara would stay in place. Finally she was ready.

"Are you ready?" Nanette asked as she handed Juliet a massive bouquet.

This time, there was no looking back. No worries and nothing to be unsure about.

"Of course." Juliet replied, looking at the only woman she could call a true friend. Nanette was the only person Juliet deemed fit to wear the lilac-white-gold maid of honor dress with pearls and flounces.

"Your mother would be proud." Nanette said as tears sparkled on the corners of her large eyes. "She would have loved Gnomeo and she would have loved to be here."

"I know." Juliet replied, kissing her friend lightly on the cheek as the doors opened and she heard the strains of the organ and choir wafting from below.

It was time.

The Cathedral Basilica in New York was a grand church. Every wealthy person in New York filed through the heavy doors that May Day for the wedding that had gained so much attention and infamy. Dressed in their best pastels and suits, they clutched their invitations so as to claim their pew like it was a seat to a grand drama. Sunlight filtered through the intricate stained glass windows which caused the biblical paintings and Latin inscriptions on the high ceilings of the church to be illuminated to anyone who looked up. The glass chandeliers were lit and the best organist and choir in the state had assembled with their rehearsed music. People sifted through printed programs as they admired the mass amount of flowers and silk drapes and bows that decorated the church. On a cue, the conversation quieted, and the music began.

First, was Lady Bluebury who was wearing a Lilac gown and her sapphire rings. She held flowers in her hands and strode like the queen she was.

Groomsmen, Benny, Mercutio, Tybalt and two other male friends came next, each escorting a socialite bridesmaid in her own dazzling dress. Each girl was smiling because she had made the elusive Juliet Redbrick like her enough to choose her for such a high honor. However, the girls were interchangeable and no one would notice them after that walk down the aisle. Not once they saw the bride.

Next, was Bill Featherstone-their best man. He was combed and suited and held the rings that would symbolize and represent the infinity of their love. No one hardly knew who he was but Gnomeo had insisted there was no one better than the man who had said their first wedding.

Then came the groom. Gnomeo looked as handsome as ever. His blonde hair had been combed and he wore a black suit with a white boutonniere. His expression was happy and yet measured as he walked in time with the music. He stood at the front of the altar, with his hands in front of him.

Next came the Bishop, with his large hat and staff. He was followed by three other priests in cassocks and robes. The Bishop took his place at the altar, while an altar boy prepared the book that had the readings.

Nanette went next beaming in her lovely gown with perfect hair and a lovely smile that showed just how young she actually was. Nanette held her flowers firmly and took her place on the altar, strategically placed so she would always be able to adjust Juliet's train. Whispers began and intermingled with the choir and organ. It was almost time for the bride. Flower girls scattered the rose petals until the white carpet was covered in red, white, and pink. The doors opened, and the congregation rose. A trumpet sounded and there was an audible gasp from everyone in the church.

With the sunlight streaming behind her, Juliet looked radiant. Her lacy dress made her look angelic and everyone could see her pink cheeks and loving smile underneath the veil that was crowned by a tiara everyone recognized as Ophelia's. She was nestled on her father's arm who looked notably serene as they began to walk. Juliet did not notice the people in the room. She did not see their reactions. She didn't hear the gasps or see the jealously on every girl in the room's face. She couldn't feel the tensions and she ignored the fact that all eyes were on her as she walked slowly and surely with her father in perfect time to the music. The choirs voices fell and the organ swelled and Juliet kept her eyes focused on one thing.

Her husband.

He was like a God to her, standing tall and proud all groomed with his gorgeous self and a look of pure love and awe that made her heart feel like it might burst.

As they got to the foot of the decorated altar, she detatched herself from her father with one last loving look. As the glance passed between them, there were things she should have said, like "I love you," "I'm sorry," and "Please try to love him like I do." But there was none. She kissed his cheek and then let Gnomeo take her hand.

The mass flew by. The same reading about love being kind was read from Corinthians. Finally, it was time for their vows. Gnomeo and Juliet joined hands and faced each other.

The Bishop cleared his throat.

"Gnomeo and Juliet, have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?"

"Yes."

"Will you honor each other as man and wife for the rest of your lives?"

"Yes."

"Will you accept children lovingly from God, and bring them up according to the law of Christ and his Church?"

"Yes."

"Very well. It is time for the vows." He turned to Gnomeo.

"Gnomeo, do you take Juliet Rose to be your wife? Do you promise to be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and honor her all the days of your life?"

There wasn't a shred of doubt in Gnomeo's voice as he proclaimed loudly for the whole church

"I do."

Juliet felt tears of joy dancing on her eyes so she blinked quickly for it was her turn.

"Juliet, do you take Gnomeo Caudillo to be your husband? Do you promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and honor him all the days of your life?"

Juliet knew her answer. She had known from the moment they met and she would always know and honor these vows.

"I do."

"With these vows, you have declared your consent to be married. I ask God to watch over and bless you for what He has joined, man must not divide. Now the rings."

Featherstone stepped forward and presented the little black box from his coat and opened it revealing a gold band for Gnomeo and a diamond encrusted one for Juliet.

Gnomeo placed the wedding ring on his wife's ring finger.

"Juliet, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

Juliet placed the band on his finger.

"Gnomeo, my love, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

"I pronounce thee Man and Wife, the honorable Mr. and Mrs. Bluebury!"

People stood up and applause resounded off the walls as the organ started up again.

"You may kiss the bride!" He declared but the newlyweds were already kissing, lost in each other and what they had just done. They pulled apart, laughing and crying and together made their way down the aisle as people through rice and flowers. A gilded carriage waited out front and they drove away serenaded by cheers and sparklers (and Shroom's barking) into their future.

That night there was a beautiful reception at a magnificent ballroom. Champagne ran freely (but none for Juliet because of the pregnancy) as people toasted the Bride and Groom over and over again. The food was excellent, the cake was divine, and the musicians kept people dancing all night long. Juliet had changed into her white reception gown and spent most of her night in Gnomeo's arms or accepting heartfelt congratulations. They left the party as their honored and giddy guests cheered them goodbye to spend their first night in their new house. When they got there, Juliet barely had time to see it before she was swept up in Gnomeo's arms. She rested against his chest as he carried up a grand staircase and into their suite which was all made up with silk sheets as if it was waiting for them. He laid her gently on the bed where they were supposed to sleep together the rest of their lives.

That same night, a man sat alone in an empty house. Empty liquor bottles rattled around him and his untrimmed hair brushed against his unshaved face. His clothes were dirty and reeked of alcohol and sweat. The house was dim and unlived in except for the front room where the man had made a bed of old quilts next to a fire that was mostly burned out. Mice scampered around looking for crumbs the man might have left when he ate stale crackers.

As the man looked at his state of life, he was reminded of a woman he loved so long ago that married someone else and then died. He thought of her sad and beautiful daughter that he nearly killed. He thought of money that he had squandered and bad business deals he had made that could possibly come back to get him. He wondered why he was still alive. Slowly he stood and the rooms swirled. When it stopped, he found a lone piece of old paper and a pen with little ink. He couldn't say much. He quickly made his message and then grabbed his coat, closing the door softly behind him.

Minutes later from the opposite direction, a woman who he had slept with once came to his door. Pulling the hood of her cloak higher over her face so she wouldn't be seen by anyone, she knocked on the door with no response but silence. The girl shivered for the house was eerie, especially at night. She had always thought so. Exsasperated by the fact that no one was answering her knocks, she leaned on the door and it opened. She shrieked in surprise as she almost fell down.

"Hello?" She called to a dark and empty house. Fear began to set in and she turned to leave, decideing to come back later and bear the man who lived there the news another day. Then she saw the note. She picked it up and squinted to read it. Suddenly, she began to scream. Grabbing the note she ran for her carriage and barked at the driver to get her to the police station. She showed them the note that left the entire estate of Charles Sowden to her and contained the last words even after his signature, "I'm sorry."

Two days later, his body was found in the river. The coroner ruled it suicide.

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