Her back met a wall behind her. They did not care whether somebody would see them. Both lost in a desire of an incredible feeling rushing inside their minds and bodies. His kiss tasted of a bitter liquor on her tongue. He did not care tasting something similar on her. The only thing he did care is her leg on his thigh, as his hand moved under her dress. His fingers were inside of the familiar warmth in seconds, as the loud moan of pleasure left her lips. That sound captured his mind for ever once again. Nothing could ever top it. – he thought.

Suddenly they heard the sound of the horse and another carriage driving by. He instantly stopped and spoke.

"Don't move."

As this carriage passed, he took a quick look around for any other people walking or driving by. As he turned around, his forehead reached hers as they both took a deep breath.

"We should probably get home." Not moving an inch.

The only response from her was a slight node. As he took her hand, they walked in sync to her carriage just around the corner. As she got inside, he attempted to say goodbye and close the door.

"Can you, please, drive with me?" She asked suddenly. He was lost for a moment there.

"Um…" It took him a few seconds to look around and think. If he would be truthful, there was nothing else he wanted more right there and then. "Sure, wait."

He quickly talked to the driver of his carriage and quickly got inside, sat near her and hugged her close, leaving another kiss in her hair. He could not stop doing it. Her being close to him like that felt, as the most normal thing he had ever experienced. As he held her hand in his, he could not but feel slightly overwhelmed that tomorrow she would be his forever and always.

That night he could not fall asleep. Both excited and scared of his own feelings. He wanted her. He loves her. But what's next? What was the exact thing that he could not get pass? He tried to imagine his life with her as of tomorrow. Living in a fear of her secret being out. That what it looked for him as a first sight. Then there were of course pleasant night and mornings together. He planned on continue writing and preferably publish some of his works. Seeing her success made him finally see the light for his own. That indeed felt amazingly inspirational. But each time his thoughts touched the topic of her own writings, he could not but feel paralyzed by the instant fear capturing his whole soul. The only thing he was sure that no matter what he wanted her by his side for all his life. He reminisced on how she changed this season. Of how she changed him in a way he would never think was possible. Her own confidence was contagious. When did she became this confident? Was it partly him, that pushed her or was it all her own doings?

He fell asleep thinking that tomorrow he will be the happiest man alive, even if it meant being in constant fear, but at least near her side.

As she was getting ready for a big day, the topic of Whistledown could not leave her head. Surely, people always yearned for new gossips, but somehow, she felt like she herself have overgrown it. She wasn't madly curious now about everything and everyone. Her last issue for her own self felt surprisingly dry. Although Ton has enjoyed it a lot, it wasn't much fun anymore. She was thinking of every issue she was the most proud of. Those were the most truth reviling ones, the most hurtful in a way. Should she really, continue something, just for a seek of entertainment or was it truly something more important there she could not yet see?

"You're going to be the most beautiful bride." She heard her mother say. Somewhere something shifted in her mind, as she truly believed those words sounded like a truth. Feeling confident did something irresistible to her. She took a look at her sisters in the reflection of the mirror she was sitting in front of. She felt beautiful. Recently it was a new feeling she was feeling more and more often.

As she waiting with her mom behind the curtains, she felt her heart racing. Walking down the aisle was her wildest dream, that was finally coming true. And in an hour not only would she be married, but she would be married to the love of her life, to her dearest friend, to the person she desired the most in this world.

The curtains opened. She took a few first steps, towards him. Squeezing her mama's hand. He looked breathtakingly handsome, smiling.

On the other end he stopped breathing, all his attention was caught by her beauty. That simply yet elegant dress fit her perfectly. Each step she was taking, he could not hurry her more. A smile involuntarily went to the bottom of his heard, as the whole realization hasn't quite caught up with him. He was about to marry his best friend. The love of his life.

And there she was standing close to him. And there they were saying their vows. She promised to love him till the end of their days. He promised the same. Her hands in his. Her lips on his. Cheerful joyous sound on the background. As he suddenly became more than content with their future, past and everything in between.

The wedding breakfast started fast. All of those people wanted to talk to him. To her. And still secretly he could not help but threw a glance at her every now and then. She was the only thing he wanted to look at. She was the only person he wanted to stand near and talk to. But each time he even tried to move in her direction somebody else was in a way with their nonsense congratulations. And just as his eyes met hers in this crowded room, just as he took a step towards her, another of his sisters was in a way.

Finally, hours later, he found himself exhaling a deep breath of frustration of all of that small talk. Just as his eyes went looking for his wife across the room, he felt a swift hot air rushing in his direction. Instantly he turned around and saw her walking to him. Confident. Determined.

And yet again her mother was in a way.

That could not continue like that. – he thought. Wasn't it their day after all? He was determined himself now, to break this cycle of unavertable small talk.

As he rushed to her, his own mom went to talk to him, but he just tried to politely brushed it off.

"I understand, it might be frustrated to great all of this guests, Colin." Violet said, not taking no for an answer. "You must understand wedding is never for a bride and groom." He looked up at her. "I simply wanted to say, I am very glad you found you're love match. Seeing how you are willing to stop even me, just to talk to Penelope, is indeed a sign of that." She said, lightly hugging him and left without saying anything else. And that's where he realized. That was indeed a love match. That was indeed what everybody keeps on dreaming, as there he had it. He was so close to ruin the best thing in his life. And how glad he was to have such an understanding and forgiving Wife that he has. Penelope was beyond what he could be ever dreaming about.

He walked to her as fast as he could, just as her mom left her shoulder. He took her a bit of guard.

"Colin…"

"I…"

They started in sync.