Eleanor's Secret

Future Bride

There was Alfred Winningham. The duke or something. All he ever did was stare at me. Actually the constant staring was quite a bit creepy if I am completely honest.

It's not that Alfred is in any way unnatractive. He had dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, an amazing jawline, and one of those crooked smiles that were absolutely delightful.

The real problem in my opinion is that I don't love him. I know, i know, im so cliché. However, I must admit the biggest problem? Alfred truly believes that he loves me. All jokes aside, Alfred would die for me, and that only makes the entire situation worse.

I remember last Sunday when I met Alfred. I knew we were getting married before I even knew what he looked like. I woke up to a rather good morning, and those don't occur very often. I slept in until 10 and my violin practices had been postponed. I had plently of time to relax with some tea and buscuits before hopping in to soak in a bath.

I wore my favorite dress it was a light blush-rose colored gown. It was made entirely out of silk and lace. I stared into my gold plated mirror. I was beautiful. I know that sounds so stuck up but, I am. They do so much work on me to make me perfect. I am naturally very average looking but, with all the people who strive to make you gorgeous, anyone can look perfect. However, looks are decieving.

A knock on my large wooden door snaps me out of my thoughts and back to reality. "Come in!" I yell. The door knob turns and the wooden door swings forward.

My mother scurries into the room, her navy blue dress and silver heels complimented her light skin tone. Like mine, her skin was pale as porcelain. However, her jet black hair that was perfectly straight was quite the opposite of my blonde hair with natural loose curls.

Mother sits down on my pink satin chase lounge and smiles at me. Her smiles always brighten my day. "Alfred is absolutely going to adore you my dear. You must be so excited, oh I can remember the magical day I was introduced to your father," mother was good at smalltalk, unlike me, I could never think of what to say.

Mother led me to the staircase and looked at me, she raised her eyebrows a bit as if you say 'are you ready?'. I nodded and turned towards the entry way at the bottom of the stairs. Alfred stood at the bottom in an extremely handsome tuxedo.

I walked as perfectly as I could down the stairs. When I reached the bottom Alfred bowed. He gently grabbed my hand and kissed it ever-so-gently. "Eleanor I must say you truly are a delight to lay eyes on," he said in a deep voice. I blushed a color that matched my dress.

Alfred locked elbows with me and we began our stroll through the castle gardens. All was great, the only problem was that I wasn't ready to marry the guy, and the wedding was next week.