I notice when I posted 13 many people didn't get the update...so if you missed 13 you can read more about France and Thomas courtship and engagement...now on to the wedding.

Chapter 14

The night before the wedding, France and I found ourselves in the cozy confines of the dowager cottage. The cottage, nestled just a short distance from Longborn, was quiet, offering a serene respite from the day's busy preparations. As the evening settled in, we sat together in France's room, the soft glow of a lantern illuminating our faces.

"Mother," France began, her voice tinged with nervous excitement, "I have so many thoughts running through my mind. What if I don't know what to do tomorrow? What if I'm not ready?"

I smiled reassuringly, taking her hands in mine. "France, it's natural to feel this way. Every bride experiences these nerves. But let me share something with you: when you love your partner deeply, everything falls into place. Trust in your love for Thomas and his love for you."

Her eyes, shimmering with a mix of tears and hope, met mine. "But what if I'm not enough?"

"You are more than enough," I said firmly. "Thomas loves you for your strength, kindness, and spirit. Be yourself, and everything will be wonderful."

France nodded, a smile breaking through her worry. "Thank you, Mother. I needed to hear that."

"You're welcome, my dear. Now, get some rest. Tomorrow is your day, and you will shine."

The next morning dawned bright and beautiful. The Longborn chapel, attached to the estate, was adorned with flowers, a testament to the joy and love of the occasion. As the hour approached, guests filled the chapel, their faces alight with anticipation.

France, looking stunning in her gown, walked down the aisle with grace, her eyes fixed on Thomas, who stood at the altar with Sir William Lucas by his side. Rachel Bennet, standing up for France as her maid of honor, watched with pride and joy.

The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt vows and loving glances. When they were pronounced husband and wife, a wave of happiness swept through the chapel.

After the ceremony, the guests walked back to Limestone for the wedding breakfast. The estate was a picture of elegance, with tables laden with delicious food and decorations that reflected the joyous occasion. Elizabeth, as the gracious host, ensured everything was perfect.

Mary and Arthur Parker were among the first to congratulate the newlyweds. "Congratulations, dear sister," Mary said, embracing France. "We are so happy for you."

"Welcome to the family, Thomas," Arthur added with a warm smile. "You make a wonderful couple."

Edward home from Oxford for the summer briefly, though he was going to visit his uncle in London again, he was fascinated with his uncle on his father's side who owned warehouses. He looked dashing in his formal attire, a proud smile on his face. "Congratulations, France," he said, hugging his sister tightly. "And you too, Thomas. I'm so happy for both of you."

"Thank you, Edward," France replied, her eyes shining with joy. "How's Oxford treating you?"

Edward grinned. "It's fantastic. The studies are challenging, but I'm enjoying every moment. And it's good to be back home for such a wonderful occasion."

As the wedding breakfast continued, Sir William and Sarah Lucas made their way over to the newlyweds. Sir William, looking distinguished in his formal attire, was accompanied by his radiant wife, Sarah, who held their daughter Charlotte in her arms, she was increasing again but since she had not felt the quickening and did not want to overshadow the occasion, she kept it to herself.

"Congratulations, Thomas and France," Sir William said warmly, shaking Thomas's hand. "We wish you all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you, William, Sarah," France replied, smiling at the couple. "And congratulations to you both on William's recent knighthood and the purchase of Lucas Lodge."

Sarah beamed with pride. "Thank you, France. We are very excited about the new house and all the possibilities it brings."

Sir William nodded. "Indeed. It feels like a new chapter for us, just as today marks a new chapter for you both."

Next, Lady Rebecca Lichfield and her son, Robert, approached. Lady Rebecca's eyes glistened with happiness for the couple. "Congratulations, Thomas and France," she said, giving them each a hug. "Your love for each other is truly inspiring."

Robert nodded in agreement. "Yes, congratulations. It's been wonderful to see you both so happy."

"Thank you, Lady Rebecca, Robert," Thomas said. "We are very grateful to have you here to celebrate with us."

Matthew and John Campbell were next to offer their congratulations. Matthew smiled broadly. "Congratulations, Thomas and France. You make a beautiful couple."

"Thank you, Matthew," France replied, returning his smile. "We're glad you could be here today."

John, ever the charming figure, added, "Congratulations. May your life together be filled with joy and adventure."

"Thank you, John," Thomas said, appreciating the kind words.

Robert and Matthew went off to their own corner, but I thought they might have a lot in common with Edward who was only a few years younger than them and had just finished his first year at Oxford. So, I introduced everyone and then faded away.

"It's always interesting to hear about the differences between our universities," Edward remarked, sipping his tea. "There's a bit of friendly rivalry, of course, but I think we could learn a lot from each other."

"Absolutely," Robert agreed. "Cambridge has its quirks, but the academic rigor is something we all share. What clubs are you involved in at Oxford?"

"I've been thinking about joining the fencing club," Edward replied. "It seems like a great way to stay fit and competitive. Plus, it offers a nice break from studies."

Matthew smiled. "Fencing is a fine sport. You should definitely join. We have some excellent coaches at Cambridge. Perhaps you could come visit sometime, and we could have a friendly match."

"I'd enjoy that very much," Edward said. "It would be a good opportunity to see how we measure up against each other."

Robert chuckled. "It's always fun to pit Oxford against Cambridge. Keeps us all on our toes."

They continued to discuss their university experiences, sharing stories about their courses, professors, and extracurricular activities. Despite the friendly rivalry between Oxford and Cambridge, there was a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect that bridged the gap.

"It's a shame we don't see more of each other during term time," Matthew remarked, finishing his tea. "But it's always good to catch up during breaks."

"Agreed," Edward said. "We should make it a point to meet up more often. Who knows, maybe we can even organize a joint event between our universities."

"That sounds like a splendid idea," Robert replied. "It would be interesting to see how we fare in a friendly competition."

John's gaze had followed Rachel around the room for awhile before he got up the courage to approach her. He made his way over to her, feeling a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. He found Rachel engaged in conversation with another guest, but as he approached, she turned to face him.

"Miss Bennet," John began, a warm smile on his lips. "Might I steal a moment of your time?"

Rachel, though still harboring some resentment for his earlier insult, nodded graciously. "Of course, Lord Campbell."

They stepped aside, finding a quiet corner of the room. John looked at her earnestly. "I wanted to apologize for my earlier comment at the assembly. It was thoughtless of me, and I regret any hurt I may have caused you."

Rachel, taken aback by his directness, felt a softening of her initial resentment. "Thank you for saying that, Lord Campbell. It did hurt, but I appreciate your apology."

He smiled, relief evident in his eyes. "I also wanted to tell you how much I admire the work you do. I told my mother about all your efforts with charity and the school, she was quite interested it what everyone has done in Meryton. She has written several letters to Lady Rebecca to get details. She was impressed with the teaching methods Lady Rebecca said you implemented"

Rachel blushed slightly, not accustomed to such praise from him. "Thank you. It means a lot to hear that."

John's expression grew more earnest. "I would very much like to get to know you better, Miss Bennet. If you would allow me the opportunity."

Rachel, feeling a mix of surprise and intrigue, nodded slowly. "I think I would like that, Lord Campbell."

As they stood there, a new understanding blossoming between them, the celebrations continued around them. The newlyweds, Thomas and France, were surrounded by love and joy, their future bright and filled with promise.