I loved him. That's the only thought that clouds my mind as I sit alone in my room. The last conversation we had was a fight. My last words to him were how I didn't need him. How I could survive on my own easily. And look at me now. A princess with no prince. A queen with no king. A flower with no bee. A quiet knock sounds at my door, as it creaks open, revealing my Mother. She brings a soft hand to her mouth at the sight of my deshevled appearance. "Ela, my dear. Are you okay?" She talks to me as if I'm a delicate flower that may break with even the slightest of a breeze. "No, but I'll be fine." She knows I must mourn. He was my life. I've known him forever, and now he's gone. Mother and Father will never know the pain though. They never liked him. "Mr. Paeyton was a lovely man." A tear runs down my sticky face. Mother says this now, but I won't be surprised if by tomorrow her and Father are already finding me a new suitor. "I'm going to head to bed. Please send Hazel up if you see her." As I say the name of my maid, she appears at my door, a fresh set of sheets ready and in hand. "Have a good night dear." I nod, but both me and my Mother know that tonight will be anything but good. I shall be lucky if I even fall asleep. "What colour would her ladyship like?" Asks Hazel. She has her brown hair tied up in a bun, and wears a pink dress with a white apron. "White flowers please. Thank you Hazel." She just nods softly, and lays my favourite comforter down. "What do you do when the person you love most leaves?" I ask, not so subtly. She continues making my bed as she ponders my question. "I think you hold the memory of them close to you. Soon they may fade, and nobody will know whom they were. So you must keep it alive." She stops, and begins to slide the pillowcases on. "But what do I do about loving another man?" I mumble, hating to acknowledge the reality. "Mr. Paeyton would want you to be happy. That's all he wanted in his life. Trust me, I had many late night conversations with him about how much he loved you. And everything he'd do for you." Hazel finishes, fluffing my pillows just the way I like them. "If he wanted me to be happy, he'd still be here." I hate that it's true, but I mean it. "He is. And just like me, you know that he never chose to leave you." She leaves then, shutting my door. I crawl into bed, thinking about my fiance. And as I shut my eyes, the memories flush into my mind like a waterfall of emotions.
"I love you." Theodore tells me, spinning me around and around. Though we are in a sea of bodies all of whom are all also dancing, I feel as if we are the only ones. "I love you too." He smiles, and I rest my tired head against his shoulder. "Ela?" I peer up at his soft gaze, and my cheeks warm, as they always do-did-under his loving sight. "I know I want you. To spend the rest of my days with a woman as kind and caring as you. To share my fortune with someone as giving and considerate as you. Will you marry me?" He bends onto one knee, and holds out the most beautiful emerald bearing ring. I can't even begin to descirbe how excited and happy I feel in this moment. And that's what tells me my answer. Not the crowd of everyone else around us awing, and cheering. Not the pressure. The happiness I feel imagining our future together. And so I say the one word that changed my life forever. "Yes!" . 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。. Wow! You made it to the end! I love this piece, and I may continue it, not quite sure yet though! I was gonna do the story in the project, but as you may see, it's kinda hard to read, so thats the first little bit! (The picture was found on google, it's not mine!) I've recently been watching old timey shows, and I absolutely adore writing about it! I haven't wrote much this way yet, but I'm trying to get better at it! (Btw, this was made for a writing competition, that's why it's so short!) (This is chp one, if you guys seem to enjoy it, I'll continue with it, if not, I'll probably end it :) )
