White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 11

Georgia was hurridly leading Wendy towards the table. All three women were still expressing their combined delight at the news in a chorus of  chatter. Her mother and aunt followed like excited teenagers as Georgia pulled out a chair and sat her eyes bulging with eager anticipation.

She could have sworn she heard her mother giggled as she took her seat beside Precilla and waited for her to begin to alleviate their need for all the juicey details of her supposed engagement.

Their need to get all the details on her engagement to Deacon and much more made her heart bled with the tall tale she would have to spin but as she looked on as Precilla pour them iced tea, and listened to Georgia ask a million questions---one being if Deacon is as good in bed as he looked--- could not take her mind off the fact that she and Deacon were going to share the same room.

With her mind staying on that one fact she look towards the retreating figure of Deacon and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. It was one thing to pretend to be lovers but totally another thing to be sleeping in the same bed with him.

It was weighing so much on her mind that she blurted out, "Why are we sharing the same room?"

She got a giggle from Georgia, a puzzled look from Precilla, and a frown from her mother.

"Well, it's not like you both aren't sharing back in the city," Georgia said giggling some more. "You see the way he looks at you he would not mind being up in that room with you right now."

Wendy glared at Georgia who only grinned but when her mother and aunt only chuckled she wondered if she had fallen asleep on the journey up and her anxieties were playing havoc on her dreams.

"Darling this old house is going to be filled to capacity on the day of the wedding and when Adam's family flies in from Denver tomorrow we will have limited rooms, so you have to double," her mother told her then with a frown asked. "Are you not happy with the arrangement?"

"Aww...well," she started as she felt them staring at her, "I just thought with you being so conventional Mom you would have made other arrangements."

Georgia took a sip of her iced tea and said with a cheeky grin."Sure beats sneaking down the hall on those creaking floorboards that these two claims add dated sophistication to the mellowed aura of the Manor."

"Sneaking around is fun," Precilla laughed as she raised her glass and her mother clicked it slightly with hers and said.

"Cheers to that?"

Yep, she was definitely dreaming. She was going to wake up any minute and see that she was still on her dreaded journey to Duncan Cove. This was just her mind trying to comprehend how she was going to deal with deceiving her mother.

She took up her glass of iced tea and willed her hand to remain steady and her mouth to not blurt out that her relationship with Deacon is a lie. With eyes, she hopes gave nothing away she looks at Cynthia who was grinning at Precilla who was the wildfire to her mother's smoldering ember.

The cancer had taken its toll on her in the first few years of being diagnosed. Also the various operations and treatments had ravish her strength. Her hair had fallen out, her weight dragged down but the fighter she is has enabled her to be triumphant. She was fitting into the new Cynthia with Precilla's support and vivacity.

She was truly grateful and very much happy she had not lost her mother as she had her father. She had prayed long and hard for her survival and had been with her every step of the way, but it seemed her mother's brush with death created a brand new woman entirely.

It had taken her and Brandon a lot of convincing back when they were younger and dating to convince Cynthia to allow them to even go out on a date unchaperoned. She had so many double dates with friends it had after a time caused her friends to get frustrated. But it was the only way they could ever be together much to her annoyance.

When Brandon had proposed after returning from college she was on cloud nine. There had been a time she had believed her mother had destroyed her one true means at happiness.

She had stuck around to help oversee the orchard and the farm with her father and had shown her capabilities to be self sufficient and reliable but not even at twenty-two had her mother release the restrictions.

She remembered the quarrel they had. She had been so upset when her mother had insisted they should continue to live apart until after the marriage.

Brandon's father had bequeathed him a house and they were already prepared for their lives together as man and wife so this had made her brutally upset.

Cynthia had insisted she like all the Preston women before her would go to her husband pure and chaste. She had asked nastily how she knew what those Preston women she so revere did before their marriage.

That had only caused matters to get worse as Cynthia ensured she and Brandon spent all the time they wanted together but no sex. Back then it had seemed cruel and totally irritational to her but Brandon was never the least bit perturbed.

He was ever the complying one, insisting parents know what is best. He had his reasons for this though and it had nothing to do with right or wrong, but everything to do with his selfish and manipulative self. He was a snake in the grass. It had taken him nothing to twist her in a web of deceit and heartache.

"Are you listening to me?" Georgia said nudging her and frowning.

She nodded as she pulled herself back to the present and said yes but when Georgia shook her head and said whatever she apologized.

It was clear things had changed, but she was not too naive to know that some remained the same. This was going to be a long hectic weekend and it had nothing to do with her cousin's wedding.

"What were you saying?"

Georgia rolled her eyes and said, "Tomorrow will be the day before I become Mrs. Adam Keane and I hope you feel as happy and contented as I do when you become Mrs. Deacon Ffrench," she reached for her fingers and curled them around hers. "I am happy that you got a second chance, Wen. Love is said to be just as blissful the second time around."

Wendy felt her heart flutter with bittersweet emotions. This was the sweetest thing about Georgia she always saw the best and gave her best even when she was encumbered by her own trials.

She reached over and hugged her cousin and let the warm embrace filled her with strength. She was here for Georgia and Adam, that was the real reason. She was going to put aside all else and help her have the wedding of her dreams.

"I love you Gorgi," she whispered.

"I love you more Wen," she smiled praying that her farce with Deacon did not cause any fiasco to happen over this weekend and put any dent in what should be a splendid affair.

"Come I want to show you the garden where the service will be held then as soon as that's through I'll get you back to your Mr hotty."

"She is right, he is hot!" Precilla chimed and her mother said teasingly " Come to think of it maybe I should give you separate rooms."

"I doubt that would help Mother," she responded, and not knowing the extent of her response they all took it wrong, and more giggles and teasing pursued as she left the porch with a laughing Georgia.

Home sweet home with the Preston Manor house gals she thought as she heads on around to the garden a slight smile on her lips. Whatever may be, it was good to be with her favorite gals in the whole world.

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I hope nothing goes wrong as the weekend progresses. I however know that a certain Mr hotty is going to ensure he makes the best of sharing a room with his darling so-called fiancé. 😊

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