Page 63 of A Scandalous Love for the Enticing Duke

They all bobbed their heads and with little adjustments, here and there, they were ready. Together, they marched out of the room to the front of the chapel. Elizabeth and Victoria went in first. Then Isabelle, in her equally beautiful, but much simpler ivory gown and a small bouquet of flowers in her hands.

Then, it was Williams and his two daughters left. Each, at either sides. Arms tucked into his. He gazed upon them with all the love and happiness in his heart and asked the first most important question of the day.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” they chorused.

Then, the procession began and step by step, they let their father lead them to forever.

Through her veil, Agnes searched for the man whom her heart beat for. She found him easily, looking so dashing in his wedding ensemble. He was smiling at her, and she smiled too. So much that her cheeks hurt. The flutter in her heart could not be mistaken for anything else, this was where she was meant to be. Since that afternoon in her father’s drawing room, up until this moment, it simply felt like she had been floating on clouds, basking in this ethereal feeling. This day was a day she had dreamed about for ages, and when she had lost all hope, everything had suddenly fallen into place. She looked at her sister who stood on the opposite side of Benjamin on the pulpit. She had her to thank for this, and she would, for the rest of her life.

For Eleanor, it was the same ethereal feeling that had her struck as she held the eyes of the one man who had connected to her soul through her veil. She still wore the bracelet, would never take it off. That he had remembered, meant so much to her. This day meant so much to her. Her spirits soared, her heart thrummed in joy, and as they moved closer to the rest of her life, it felt like going home. Who had thought that she would have her happy ending after all? Yet, all had turned out for good. Madam Rosette had managed to make such a beautiful dress on short notice, and Nicholas’s parents had welcomed her with open arms. The Duke of Yorkshire was almost fully recovered and well, the rest was history. She knew, without a doubt in her heart, that this was a story she would tell her children, in years to come.

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