Of love and deceit

Chapter Twenty-Two

The sun rose over Eckhart Manor, its golden rays bathing the estate in a warm, ethereal light. Today was the day Jane had been anticipating with a mix of joy and anxiety-the day of her wedding to Edward. The grandeur of the manor was even more pronounced, with every room decked out in magnificent splendour to celebrate the occasion.

Jane's bedroom was a hive of activity as her maids helped her dress. The gown was carefully arranged around her. The high empire waist and voluminous skirt made her feel like a true princess.

As she looked at her reflection, the significance of the day finally began to sink in. Her heart fluttered with a mix of doubt and nervousness. The thought of stepping into a new life, a life without true love, intertwined with Edward's, was frightening.

Emily, who had arrived the previous evening with her parents, was by Jane's side, helping to adjust her veil. The Millers had been a significant part of Jane's life, and having them there added a comforting familiarity to the day.

"You look absolutely radiant, Jane," Emily said, her voice tinged with emotion. "I can hardly believe this day has finally arrived."

Jane smiled at her sister, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

"Thank you, Emily. I'm so glad you're here. It means the world to me."

Emily's thoughts were a spiral of emotions. She had always admired Jane's strength and grace, and seeing her now, on the cusp of a new chapter, filled her with a deep sense of joy and a hint of sadness. Jane was embarking on a journey that would change her life forever, and Emily couldn't help but feel a pang of wistfulness.

Meanwhile, in the grand drawing room, Lord Hadley was nervously adjusting his cravat. His pride and love for Jane were evident as he moved about the room, checking on the final details.

The guests began arriving, each one dressed to impress in their finest attire. The women wore elaborate gowns with high waists and delicate fabrics, while the men sported tailcoats and waistcoats. The air was filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses.

At precisely noon, the guests were ushered into the grand hall for the ceremony. The space was adorned with an array of fresh roses, their fragrance mingling with the scent of polished wood and candle wax. The aisle was lined with white rose petals, leading to the altar, where Jane and Edward would soon stand.

Jane's heart raced as she made her way down the aisle, her arm linked with her father's. The sight of Edward waiting at the altar, his grey eyes meeting hers with an expressionless look, made her apprehensive. The ceremony proceeded with solemnity.

Edward's vows were spoken with a voice that held no emotion that resonated through the hall, and when it was Jane's turn, her voice trembled slightly but held firm. The exchange of rings, a symbol of their union, was a distressing moment, filled with agitation.

As the ceremony concluded, the newlyweds were greeted with applause and congratulations. The wedding breakfast was a lavish affair held in the grand ballroom. The tables were laden with an array of delicacies: roast meats, savoury pies, fresh fruits, and an assortment of pastries. The centrepieces were extravagant floral arrangements, their colours reflecting the hues of the season. Guests mingled, enjoying the food and engaging in lively conversation.

Jane and Edward made their rounds, receiving well-wishes and partaking in the festivities. As the guests took their seats, a hush fell over the room, anticipation crackling in the air. Jane, beautiful, in her wedding gown, stood near the edge of the dance floor, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird. The sensation was one of a mixture between anticipation and hesitation.

Her dress, an exquisite creation of ivory silk and delicate lace, flowed around her in a cascade of fabric. The bodice was adorned with embroidery, its soft shimmer catching the light with every movement she made. Her hair, arranged in an elegant updo, was adorned with fresh flowers, their colours a subtle contrast to her pale skin.

Edward approached her with a measured grace. His dark, tailored suit contrasted beautifully with the brilliance of the ballroom. The soft light from the chandeliers cast a warm glow over his features, highlighting the grey colour of his eyes.

His expression, though restrained, held a faint trace of solemnity as he extended his hand. Jane took it, her fingers trembling slightly as they met his. He led her to the centre of the room, where the orchestra began to play a slow waltz. The notes floated through the air, filling the space with a soft, almost wistful melody.

As they began to dance, Edward's hand rested on Jane's waist with a firm yet respectful touch. The position was more of duty than intimacy, a clear reflection of the nature of their union. Jane's other hand rested gently on his shoulder, and she found herself moving in sync with his deliberate steps.

The dance floor seemed to shrink to just the space between them, and Jane found quiet in the rhythm of their steps. She could feel the warmth of Edward's body through the layers of their clothing, but his gaze remained distant, focusing on a point beyond the room. Jane tried to read his expression, searching for any sign of warmth or affection, but it was elusive, hidden behind his reserved nature.

For Jane, the dance was a bittersweet moment-a fleeting opportunity to experience something tender amidst the formality of their relationship. They paused, and he gave her a polite nod.

Though there was no overt sign of affection, Jane felt a pang of sorrow mixed with a glimmer of hope. She curtsied gracefully, and Edward bowed in return, controlled and composed as ever, as the dance came to an end.

As they walked away from the dance floor, Jane couldn't help but feel a deep sense of melancholy. At the end, everyone had dispersed to their various homes after the wedding ceremony.

Jane, now in a simple dress, was preparing for the journey back to the Heartland estate, which will be her new home. She had already bid Emily and her former parents goodbye but that happened with lots of tears being shed and good wishes for Jane.

Standing now in their family's drawing room, Jane began to feel nostalgic. Though her relationship with her father hadn't begun well, it had progressed to a more stable and understanding one. She could feel Edward's presence in the room, waiting for her to bid her father farewell. He hadn't really spoken to her since the wedding.

"Goodbye father, I shall miss you," she said to him.

"My dear daughter," Lord Hadley started, his voice laced with various emotions, "you have made us proud and I am pleased to call you mine."

Both shared a long hug and finally parted. Edward helped her into the awaiting carriage to begin their journey home.

Oh no, Jane's going away
Far away!! Eh, not so far😅
So guys, that was it
The anticipated wedding ceremony
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