Alexandria was only ever meant to be a princess. A scandalous socialite to grace the covers of gossip magazines and twitters trending page.
When her older brother tragically dies in a suicide, Alexa suddenly becomes the next heir to the English thr...
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heartbreak could be lived with if it wasn't accompanied with regret. -L.K
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"I don't really care about the cake mummy," I said exasperated, feeling overwhelmed by the many trays of cake slices my mother and my wedding planner had brought over. "And, didn't you already decide on white chocolate with raspberry?"
"Well yes." My mother said, pursing her lips and folding her hands neatly in her lap. "But I just want you to be sure, we can still change it last minute."
I sighed as I stood up. "My wedding is in a week mummy. Let's not change what's been set in stone for months."
She let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening as she reached out a hand and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I just want everything to be perfect for my daughters wedding."
I forced a smile but stared uneasily down at the velvet carpet. Perfect. I wrung my hands together nervously. I wasn't sure if that adjective was appropriate for an event that had caused so much anxiety on my part. I had spent so many nights restless and sick to my stomach. The moment I closed my eyes I dreamt of spending the rest of my life with Ollie- and it was miserable.
"Where are you off too now?" My mother asked, standing up and joining me as I walked to the door. Autumn had swept in so suddenly. Between welcoming Alfie back home and balancing my pre wedding and work duties, I had missed Summer's last hoorah. Not that I minded. I loved the crispness of Autumn, it's chilly kiss, and the warm embrace it seemed to give London for a couple months of the year. Though it was still early, the sun was setting, and the sky was a milky navy. From the windows we passed as we made our way down the long winding hallway I could see the trees outside though cast in shadow, blooming in red, orange and yellow. If I was to be handed off in a marriage I dreaded, it may as well have been in autumn, where beautiful things sang their final beautiful note before decaying.
A palace aid handed me my coat, warm and heavy for the cold with fur lined cuffs and a fur lined collar.
"I'm going to another dress fitting." I said pressing my cheek against my mothers in a farewell kiss. "Can you let Alfie know I said goodbye?"
She nodded with a soft smile on her face. I preferred it to the wrinkles that had occupied it for months. First, Henry, than Alfie... even me. She had formed worry lines around her eyes this year, and all I wanted was to press my fingers to them and soothe them away.
My father nor her had been upset to hear about my affair with Theodore. They blamed my lapse in judgment on grief. Like loving him had been a cry for help.
And I played along, reassuring them that it had been a mistake. That Theodore and I had resumed our professional relationship and that I was loyal and committed to Ollie.
