Daunt Manor
July, 2006
Jacob sat on the bed for a while now. He could smell Valerie cooking up some other cuisine he had, yet again, never heard of.
During the past two days, Jacob has been receiving the Daunt hospitality and did chores around the farm to return the favor. Oswyn wanted to argue, saying it was unnecessary and that he was a guest. But Jacob ignores him and says it was the least he could do after they saved his life. Well, Franny saved his life.
Franny.
Just thinking about her was his only method to calm himself down from his nerves. But it wasn't enough to pick up the phone. After he settled in the guest room, the rotary phone on the bedside table pestered him with its existence.
When he was still on four legs, he imagined how Billy must feel when he was gone. Who was taking care of him? Was he still looking for him?
Jacob sighed for the hundredth time as his guilt continued to build up. He felt bad for not contacting Billy after all this time and not letting him know that he was okay. But he didn't feel guilty for running away because he wouldn't have met Franny if he hadn't.
Till' this moment, he still couldn't believe it. He imprinted. A fate that he promised himself that he would fight no matter what in chance to be with Bella. But the moment his eyes met Franny; the promise was bullshit.
He was bullshit. He thought about the times he acted like a fool whenever the subject came with either the Cullens or Bella. He thought about his harsh remarks to his friends and family, especially about his obsession with keeping Bella human.
He then remembered his conversation with Sam on the first night he phased. When Sam first told him about imprinting, he tried so hard to imprint on Bella the first time he saw her in the meadow where they chased and killed Laurent.
But like Sam said, 'You can't force it. None of us can. When it happens, we are bound to them. Mind and soul. Forever.'
Jacob then remembered how distasteful he was about it. He didn't ask to be a wolf, cut his hair, or get a tattoo. Hell, he didn't even ask to cut school. But when he phased, Jacob was in it for life.
He thought that if he fought the imprint, he could at least have a single choice. The choice to love.
But it all changed when he imprinted himself. Finally, he understood what Sam felt when he left Leah for Emily.
It wasn't a matter of free will, and it didn't matter if he could choose or not.
All that mattered now was Franny.
A peal of laughter outside broke away from the phone and he stood at the window of his room. He smiled at the sight of Franny being chased by Maya and Matthew with water guns.
"Oh my God!" She squeals as Matthew made another hit on her back. She shoots him back with her own water weapon, and he runs away before he can get hit. "Take this like a man, Rat!" She yelled.
More laughter and shouts were tossed into the air, signaling the sounds of summer fun. Franny threw her head back in laughter when Maya tackled Matthew to the ground and squirted him with her gun.
Jacob was mesmerized by her laugh and the way she glowed under the sunlight.
Jacob loved watching her.
He was aware how creepy he was being just by watching her from afar, he felt like a stalker.
Just yesterday, he admired Franny over deck railings upstairs, perfect to be out of her eyesight as she played another solo with her violin. He didn't want to disturb her when he spotted her from up the top. He was immediately hypnotized the second she played the first note. He didn't care for classical music, but the song she was playing was somewhat familiar. And it amazed him how talented she was.
He leaned against the round column connected to the railings for about an hour, watching her play until Valerie called for her from the kitchen.
He smiled at the memory, but then it slowly disappeared as his breath stopped when his eyes lingered on Franny with her soaked shirt, which was tightened around her body, showing her slim figure.
His eyes traced her face next, and he became a goner when the water droplets from her wet hair dripped onto her chest.
His breath shook, and he quickly turned away, aroused by the unholy thoughts running through his mind. Shamefully, he slowly looks back down at her.
She was so beautiful. Whenever she smiles, his heart starts a rapid rhythm.
The phone then sat there on the bedside table, completely ignored by the teenager as the witch unknowingly continued to rivet the wolf inside him.
He finally stopped himself before any more unruly thoughts clouded him.
"Get changed, guys. Dinner's ready!" He heard Valerie from outside. The Daunts occasionally ate outside whenever the weather was nice and decent, which was every day, but today was weird.
He could've sworn the weather report from the radio in the kitchen said that it was going to rain this afternoon and the night. Then again, he was in another town and country, so rain must've come only in the spring and autumn.
Still. . . it should've been raining by now.
Frances stood at her work desk in the conservatory that's attached to the Manor. She was grounding some needed herbs into a pot where she was brewing a potion after fabricating Oswyn's medicine. She didn't know how long she was up for, but the sun was already setting, and she could feel the fatigue getting at her as she worked. She reread the small instruction in one of her father's grimoires and wrote them down on her own grimoire to improve the tonic.
She straightens up her posture to crack the crane on her neck. Making Oswyn's tonic takes about overnight for it to separate itself from its toxins due to the blue devil flowers, the main ingredient of the medicine.
Oswyn was conditioned with a witch's curse from a rival coven many years ago. His father made sure to eliminate them, body and soul. But one Witch managed to curse Oswyn before he perished.
The curse was the loss of function of his heart.
Since then, he must take a potion to keep the curse intact. For years, the Daunts tried to find a cure. But every search and every experiment led to a dead end.
But Franny was determined to find it.
She's already learned so much, and she can't give up now.
"Evening."
Franny turns around and sees the Manor's newest residence standing near the hemlocks, smiling kindly at her.
She looks at him in surprise and puts down her tonic. "What are you doing here?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Can't sleep."
"Mmh. Can't help you there. Kind of occupied." She pours the tonic into a volumetric flask and shakes it.
Franny looks at Jacob narrows his eyes at the many ingredients and trinkets on the table. He saw a plant with blue flowers and green-tinted petals beside it. He reaches out to touch it out of curiosity.
"Don't touch what you don't know," Franny warns softly as she adds a drop of fluid into the flask.
"What is it?" He says with a raised brow.
"A flower that's been planted to give you a rash just by the slightest touch." She finished her tonic and poured it into the small vial.
"Isn't that only in poison ivy?" He asked.
Franny snorts. "Yes. But this plant gives a rash that lasts throughout the month. I've seen it."
She takes off her gloves as Jacob steps closer to her. "Who was the poor victim?"
She pauses from untying the string of her apron but continues. "My dad. He was teaching me potions and clumsily got himself touched by the blue devils." She carefully takes the plant by its pot and moves to the far corner of the conservatory. Jacob follows her.
"Your dad. Oswyn told me what happened to him."
Franny turns to him after placing the plant under a protective glass dome.
Hugh Matthew Daunt was her father's name. A kind and strong man who puts family above all. He was a master of conjuring and could pull any trick without getting in trouble. That's why he loved her mother. She could always smell his trick before he could even pull it on her.
It broke her heart when they received the news.
He crashed one night when driving home from a closing deal with one of the town's bakeries. It blew up before he could even get out in time.
Police officers said that one of his tires must've popped. But when Oswyn got to the scene, he knew what truly happened.
It was a nomad vampire.
A newborn.
Luckily, they managed to catch him before he could harm anyone else. Oswyn had the pleasure of getting rid of the vampire in the justice of his firstborn son.
The worst part was that Hugh had invited Franny to come with him, knowing that the bakery sold strawberry shortcakes. Her favorite. But she declines it, stating that she has already made plans with Margaret.
She regretted it. Her father's death had a great impact in her life, believing she could've done something. Even bring him back.
Her mother assured her that it wasn't her fault but the vampire's. Still, it didn't stop her from hurting.
If she had been there, she could've taken her father's body to the conservatory and brought him back to the living.
But the fires were too great. The body was nothing but ashes.
A Witch can do so much, but bringing back someone from the dead without a body will only bring chaos.
Especially if it was a human.
"He was . . ." Franny takes a deep breath as she smiles solemnly. "Everything to me."
Jacobs nodded slowly. "I understand. I lost my mom when I was a kid."
Franny hums. "Hm, was she a shifter too?"
Jacob shakes his head. "No, not even my dad or my sisters."
"You have sisters?" She asked as they moved to a bench placed in the conservatory, she could leave the potion for a while, seeing no harm in it.
"Twins. One away at college, the other married and in Hawaii."
"Huh." She mutters in thought. It was common for people with magic to not have any dominant genes that powered their abilities. Few witches weren't lucky to be born with magic but could only taper with it if they had support.
And not by spirits or the demon kinds. The kind that energizes the aura within the witch. It can vary for certain witches. Rituals, a moon cleanse, and even during intercourse.
Her mother preferably wanted the children to stay away from the last one. Most of all, Hank. But Oswyn encourages the young to be free and connected, just as he did when he was younger. Words that Franny would not like to hear coming from her grandfather's mouth.
"So, how did you become a wolf?" She tilted her head at him.
Jacob looked hesitant when she asked. "It's a long story."
Franny shifted in her place to be more comfortable. "I have time."
Looking at her as she smiled cordially and waited for him to explain.
"I don't know where to begin." He leans and places his elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers together.
She looked at him and said, "You can tell me how it started."
He slowly takes a deep breath. This is gonna be a long night.
So, with as much as he could explain and in detail, which Franny stopped him before he even did, he told her everything.
How it was just him and his dad.
About Bella and her leech.
The Newborn Army and how he got hurt.
And the invitation.
He tried to hide his feelings for Bella, but Franny knew right away how much the Swan girl meant to him.
"And now," He sighed and turned to her, locking eyes with her. "I'm here."
Franny nods slowly as she lets his story process within her.
Damn, who needs One Tree Hill when you got this shit.
And this Bella girl really needed to get her priorities straight. Sure, this vampire was the love of her life, but going back to him after practically leaving her to die in the Olympic Forest after breaking up with her?
In Franny's opinion, Bella let Edward off way too easily.
As for Jacob. Something didn't add up.
"What changed?" She asked.
"What?"
"Well, how do you feel now? Knowing that she's getting married?" Franny asked in honest curiosity.
It was Jacob's turn to be quiet, he looked like he was having an argument with himself, but he finally answered.
"It doesn't matter," Jacob states as he flashes an honest smile. "Nothing matters. I found my peace with it now."
Franny raises a brow, unconvinced that it was that easy.
"That's it? You don't- like what? Love her anymore?"
He shakes his head to confirm.
She could've asked why, but she let it go in the end, knowing that it would be a waste of time if she pushed more into his love life. Even after they knew very little about each other, Jacob is still an enigma in her life. There was still more she wanted to know about him, and she couldn't wait.
"What about you?"
"What do you mean?" Franny frowns.
"Have you ever been in love?"
Franny looks down, thinking she hadn't really been in love per se.
"Well . . . There was this one guy." She confesses and then notices how Jacob is looking a bit grim. Almost as if he was jealous. Which was weird to her since they had just met. She continues, though, since he was the one who asked.
"He was someone I knew from school in Montreal. Christopher, he's kind of an artist and was really into graphic novels."
She smiles faintly. "I would get these cute little drawings in my locker with his initials. He told me that he was happy that I enjoyed them."
She suddenly started to feel her eyes begin to water. "He, um," She swallows. "He found out by accident. There was this tree, and I stopped it."
She fiddles with the rings on her two fingers as the unwanted memory comes back to haunt her. "Luckily, my dad showed up and took away the last moments Christopher remembers. Told me to stay away from him."
She blinked away the tears." And I did. Ignored him for the rest of the year. But I'll never forget the way he looked at me after I saved his life. Like I committed a sin. Like I was a monster." She whispers sadly.
Her eyes clouded and she wiped them away quickly before it could fall. "I really did love him."
She briefly remembered the fond memories she had of Christopher. Despite his fears and zero understanding of the hidden world.
Franny takes a deep breath to control her emotions and looks up at him. She smiles a little. "You're not the only one who lost love, you know. Everyone has to go through it once. Even after calling you a monster."
Feeling a hand holding hers and squeezing it, Franny looks down at Jacob's hand intertwined with hers in surprise but doesn't show it then looks back up at him.
It was then she first noticed his eyes. They were dark and filled with such compassion. She could almost feel herself diving deeper into them. They were beautiful.
They stare at each other for a moment before Jacob speaks up.
"You're not a monster."
Oddly enough, she smiles warmly and covers their hands with her free one and proudly says.
" I am a monster. I'm just not evil."
Once again, Jacob was silent, and Franny could tell that he was having a deep argument with himself. But what? She wondered.
"You should go to bed. Gramps wants you to work in the barn first thing in the morning." She said and stood up.
He watches as she outstretches her hand and beckons him.
"Come on." Franny looks down at him, waiting for him to take her as she smiles.
He looks at her hand and then up at her face. Quietly takes it and stands up. He hasn't let go until she takes it back and lays it on her side.
"Walk me?" He asked, and she smiled.
"Baby," She teased with a small smirk. "Sure."
They walked together to his room without exchanging words, silently enjoying each other's company. They reached the guest room and bid goodnight to one another.
"If only I was a few decades younger." Valerie mutters as she looks out the window of the living room where she has the perfect view of Jacob helping the farmers with the hay bale by the barn. Analee was following her example by looking over her shoulder.
"Damn." Analee gawks as Jacob reaches over to pick up another hay bale, his biceps tightened as he does so.
Franny snorts at them from her seat at the table. "Will you two control yourselves? He's a human being."
Her aunt merely ignores her comment. "A human being who can turn into a wolf and has muscles bigger than my head."
The niece only chuckles at her aunt's behavior as she continues to read her late father's grimoire. She rewrote one of his written discoveries in her journal and then closed it. She stands up from her spot at the coffee table and looks over to see the view herself.
Aunt Valerie wasn't joking. Jacob is indeed good-looking. She smiles when he laughs at something one of the old farmers said then looks up and finally notices the small 'audience' by the window. Analee and Valerie quickly duck away from the window, but Franny stays put.
Not seeing any point in hiding, she lifted her hand and sent him a small wave with a kind smile.
He smiles back and lifts a hand to signal her 'hi'.
"You know, he's really taken a liking to you." Val stated after standing once she knows that Jacob looks away when one of the workers scolded him.
Franny raised a brow. "How so?"
"He's been asking about where you were. What you do. And the looks he's been sending you. Lucky bitch." Val said and Analee giggled.
"No cursing in the reading room." Oswyn made his presence. "Although I doubt you've been reading, seeing as you've been ogling our guest."
"'Admiring' is the right word I would use." Valerie says.
"Away from the window, all of you." He shoos them back to the table and they went back to the table where Val and Analee were planning for the reception and Franny back to her father's journal.
"Four weeks from now, on the night of the Buck Moon, will be an important night for Frances and everything needs to be done. Witches from every corner of the world will be here and we need to act responsibly to ensure that this visit will not go out of control. Has the Wakening of 1855 taught us nothing?"
Frances shivers at the claim. The Wakening of 1855 was also the year of the town's biggest fire storm.
"Very." Val mutters.
"Frances, once the Wakening happens, you must not hesitate. Ever. Your Aunt Valerie and I are the prime example of the ceremony. Including Winston, Hadie, and your father too. No harm will come to you."
France looks at her grandfather with an honest smile and nods, showing that she understands. "Of course."
"Good. I'll speak with Hank about the catering." He turns to leave but before he could. "Oh, And Frances. Go ahead and take Jacob with you to the market. Boy's been working hard for the past few days. He needs a break, take him to town or something after you're both done shopping."
Franny smiles and quickly stood up, feeling a rush of excitement, causing the wooden chair to scratch the floor, leaving the room fast before her aunt and cousin say a word. They watched in disbelief as Franny left.
"Uh-Hey! Unfair, why does she have to get out of party planning?" Analee asked, annoyance clearly written on her face.
"I like meddling." Oswyn confessed and then left.
Jacob was about done with the task that Oswyn gave him and walked into the manor, preparing himself to take a shower. Suddenly, quicks feet were stepping loudly down the stairs, and he looked up to see his imprint walking down excitedly and couldn't help but shoot her one of his own. She was wearing a long white skirt and a pastel blue shirt. Pairing it perfectly with her dark blue boots.
"Hey! You done?" Her voice pulled him away from his silent admiration.
"Uh, yeah. I was just gonna take a shower."
"Okay, once you're done. Meet me back here. I'm gonna show you around town."
"What?"
"Later." She patted his shoulder and left him there on the stairs, baffled, as he watched her disappear into the corner where the kitchen was.
He wasn't sure, really wasn't sure. But he thinks that he was asked out on a date.
After getting ready, which was a bit difficult seeing as he had to look for a suitable outfit for his 'date'. He was wearing one of the shirts that were given to him by Oswyn. He paired it with an army green dress shirt, unbuttoned and the sleeves folded up to his elbows and pulled on a pair of black jeans and brown boots. He turned his head around anxiously as he waited for Franny at the foot of the stairs. Tapping his lap lightly to keep himself from being anxious.
"Hey!" Franny appeared and Jacob at once straightened his posture, she looked up at him and down. "Ready?"
"Yeah." He says casually as he admire her choice of clothing. From what he gathered, her taste in style were strictly 90's theme from the baggy crop tops and sweaters to her flannel shirt that was way too big for her.
Even now, she manages to impress him by only wearing a simple mint dress with a fitted white shirt under. Jacob looks down and notices the shiny pair of mary janes on her feet with white socks.
Overall, she looked beautiful, no matter what she wears.
Franny leads him to the garage and opens the door. When they head inside, Jacob stops at the door when he looks inside after Franny flicks the light switch.
He knew that the Daunts had money, but he overestimated their wealth. The garage was big. It was so big that the space was twice as big as the barn where he was this morning.
And the cars, he was amazed by the collection of different cars from different decades.
Franny looks at him admiring the collection. "Car geek?"
Jacob nodded slowly as his eyes bounced off to every car that was parked in the garage. It was something like out of a Hemmings magazine. He was even impressed by how neat and clean they were.
Franny then pulls him inside and excitedly announces. "Come on, I'll give you a quick tour."
"Which car is who's?" Jacob asked slowly as he looked around like a kid in a candy shop.
"Most of them belong to my dad, before he passed away. He started collecting after gramps gave him his old Chevrolet, his pride and joy. His hobby kind of rubbed off on me a little."
She gave them the name of every car with pride and ease and Jacob found himself loving her even more as they talked about the hardships of finding and repairing the cars. He felt like he won the lottery when she mentioned that she helped with a few of her dad's projects when she was younger.
"And this is mine." They stopped by at a blue 1970 Chevrolet Camaro RS/SS.
Jacob whistles at the model and continues to marvel at the restored vehicle. He leaned his elbows on the door of the driver seat and looked inside. Franny copies him from the other side of the car and then both admire the interior of the car in a comfortable silence.
Jacob then frowns in thought and looks up at her across the leather seat. "Wait. . . is this. . ."
"Yeah. It belonged to my dad, now it belongs to me." Her eyes shifted back and forth of the car with a soft smile. "For the time being anyway. I'm working on a new project right now and once it's done, I'm giving this one to Matt."
Jacob turns to her. "You fix cars?"
She nodded.
It was official. He was in love.
He then smiles. "You're a good sister."
She scoffed with a laugh. "I wouldn't say that. But Matty deserves to have this car. It's one of the only things that my dad cherishes." She strokes the car softly.
Jacob stares up as she admires her father's car and then looks up, their eyes locked. She tilts her head slightly.
"What?"
He then noticed that he was staring at her for an awkward amount of time and just shook his head. "Nothing. . ."
They got their heads out of the car and Franny threw something at him. His quick reflexes caught the small object, and he opened his hand to look at it and find that it was a set of keys with a small jewel bunny keychain attached. He gazes up at her again.
"You're driving."
"I don't know where we're even going."
"I told you. In town."
With that, they got the engine revved up and drove out of the garage. Jacob drove with Franny's instructed guidance to their destination. She pulls out that glove compartment to pull out a mixtape and slides it in the radio player before pressing the play button, filling the car with music now.
Jacob was having trouble at this point because he couldn't keep his eyes on the road as Franny sang along to the old song that was playing, something that he hears his dad play on the radio growing up. She didn't get one word wrong and nodded her head to the beat. Looking lively as she does.
His eyes returned to the road again once more and reminded himself that they were on the road. Driving to wherever Franny's leading him. He smiles widely as Franny rolls down the window and stuck her hand out to feel the brushing wind. Moving her hand and arm in a wave motion, like it was swimming in the sky.
It took almost a half an hour to get to town, but he didn't mind, it wasn't boring. The town itself wasn't exciting but it has its character with folks walking around.
Finally, she leads him to a parking space near a market, crowded and everything. The two teens got out and Franny spread her arms out dramatically.
"Welcome to our local market." She exclaimed happily.
Jacob nods. "Neat. Any reason why we're here?" He asked, wondering why they were here.
"Other than Gramps's request, you really need a break. And what better way than to spend your break than to go at the local's market."
Jacob squints an uncertain glance at her.
"Come on." She skipped to his side and grabbed his shoulder to kind him towards the entrance.
As crowded as it was, the market was lively and filled with customers and vendors selling their products to locals and tourists. Some vendors recognized Franny and waved at her before going back to their customers.
Franny led Jacob to a specific booth with an old woman vendor who sells honey, and she greeted the young girl in a very friendly manner.
"How's business?"
"Wonderful. Here's a sample of the season. Bees are getting greedy this year." The vendor proudly gave her a small spoon of honey and she put it in her mouth.
"Hmm." Franny closes her eyes as she hums in delight. "Amazing. Here, try some."
She handed another spoon with honey on it to Jacob and he took it. He put it in his mouth and was surprised by the taste. He tasted honey before, but this was very different.
"Wow." He says and goes for another one.
"Who's he?" The vendor asked.
"This is Jacob. He's staying with us for the summer." Franny explained as she picked up a jar of the honey they tasted.
"Oh, where you're from?"
"Uh, Washington." Jacob answers casually.
"Oh, what brings you here to Canada then?"
Jacob got silent then answered. "You know, just a little. . . soul searching."
Franny nibbles on her spoon as she looks up at him.
"Mm. Understandable. I can't say you'll find a lot here, but at least we have good food and great company." She shot Franny an impressive look before servicing her next customer.
Franny and Jacob slowly walked away from the beekeepers' stand and Jacob was happy to notice how his imprint didn't let go of his elbow.
For the next hour, they've enjoyed the market and Jacob met and talked to each and every one of the vendors as they go. What really impressed Jacob the most was how the Daunts made a mark on this town as they kept asking Franny how her grandfather or Aunt Valerie was, mostly herself. And with every talk, he saw how much care she puts into those conversations.
How her eyes lit up when someone she's knows was having their second child and that she kept asking if she had any cravings that she could make. And the way she giggled when the fruit vendor kept joking about his lover's quarrel with his rabbits and his wife. He'd smiled and gave a small awkward greeting to each of them and stayed quiet right after until Franny was done talking with them and bid them goodbye. Her spirited sway with people was something that Jacob was slowly admiring.
It disturbs him as well but admired mostly.
When they finally reached the last booth of the vendor, they went back to the car with some goods that they had bought from some of the vendors for the banquet. They drove to a nearby diner that Franny has dubbed to be 'the best place in town to get waffles.'
As they ate, Jacob had the opportunity to ask Franny what was on his mind the entire day.
"What's the 'Wakening'?"
Franny looks up as she continues to eat her grilled cheese sandwich after dipping it into her tomato soup.
"Hmm?" She hums as she chews away.
"I've heard Oswyn said something about your 'Wakening'."
Franny frowns at him.
"Super hearing." He gestured his ears. As one of the many perks of being a shapeshifter.
The black-haired girl swallows her bite before answering.
"It's something that every witch goes through when they come of age- well, depending on their magic."
"In what way?" Jacob frowns.
Franny sets her sandwich back onto her plate before taking her black tea and cream she had ordered.
"Imagine this tea is a witch." She pointed at her mug.
She slowly pours the cream and didn't stop. "As we grow, so does our magic. Every power that grows within us as we grew in new teeth, or grow taller, our magic just continues to grow."
Soon then, the tea started overfill to the top.
"But as it grows, it becomes too much and when it does,"
And the tea was overflowed to the table, making a mess.
"-controlling it becomes more difficult."
She sets the cream down. "That's when it's time to do the Wakening ceremony. It can only be performed during a Buck Moon, which is this month. If not performed early or soon once our magic makes itself notice, we would. . ."
Jacob looks at her, feeling a bit concerned by how she trails off with dazed eyes as she looks at her mug.
"What? You what?"
Franny looks at him quietly, hesitated, then answers.
"We'd die."
Forks, Washington
August, 2006
"You ready?" Charlie asked his daughter as they were about to walk down the aisle.
Bella breaths as she grips Charlie's arm as the nerves continue to bundle up.
"Yeah. Just don't let me fall, Dad." She begs quietly.
"Never."
But in that one second, Bella felt like she was going to lift her skirt and run out of the house. Never walking to the aisle, never walking to Edward, all because she felt like she was gonna vomit even though she hardly ate anything this morning.
And in that one second, she heard it.
The soothing sound of a violin playing a piece that she was not familiar with but was calming enough that her nerves somehow managed to finally die down and breaths again
Meanwhile, the guest at the alter watches in marvel at the stranger who was playing the not wedding march and an instrumental piece that caught their ears immediately once the musician started to play.
And like the music, the girl that was playing it was as beautiful as her song.
She wore a very classy, yet simple, midi pastel purple dress to match Alice's color schemes for the wedding. Her black flowing hair cascaded down her back and her sapphire blue eyes closed once in a while as she played and then looks up when the bride and father finally came into view.
As Bella was overwhelmed by the people that showed up to the wedding, she caught a glimpse of the violinist near the front row seats, playing as she walked down the aisle. Remembering her from yesterday.
Franny. Her name is Franny.
Franny shot her an encouraging smile and looked down as she played the next piece of the song.
But Bella did not pay any attention to her once her eyes finally landed on her husband to be.
Once she reached him, she took his waiting hand and stood with him in front of the wedding officiant.
At this point, Franny already finishes her part.
But Bella wished she would've played longer.