𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛

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I don't know if I slept an hour or longer because I forgot to check the time when I arrived here but I know I startled awake due to strange voices appearing somewhere in the mansion but I was too shy to step out and check who it was.

I got around taking a shower and now am distracted with putting my clothes into the build in closet-yes build in. Turns out Bibury is much more warmer than London and I'm sure I'm going to sweat half my ass of all the time because I mostly packed sweaters instead of light clothes.

Even my pjama's are sweaters and sweats because my radioator broke a few weeks ago in my apartment which made me dig up my winter pjamas to survive the nights without the risk of loosing a frozen toe.

Luckily I packed the amount of two shirts for the next month I'm staying here, which both are white, which means the people are not even going to notice I'm changing my clothes, delightful. Maybe I really have to ask Daisy for a few things if I want to survive it here without embarrassing myself, which I'm sure will somehow happen anyways.

Once everything is inside the closet I sit myself at the vanity, making it my mission to brush my still wet curls which are laying over my shoulders lazily, when a knock appears against my door.

"Come in." I say surprised and see the door open in the mirror in front of me, to reveal Daisy with a smile on her face.

"Hey, you're awake." She says once she steps inside and closes the door behind her carefully.

"I checked on you an hour ago but you were still sleeping, I hope you're feeling well rested?" She asks and I nod gratefully.

"Of course, who couldn't in that amazing bed." I tell her and she grins happily. I just notice now that she changed into a pair of fancy pants and a white blouse, her hair in a neat updo.

"I'm happy you're content." She says still standing a few feet away and I slide a bit to the side on the bench of the vanity and pat the empty space beside me. Her eyes seem to widen for a moment but nonetheless she moves quickly and sits down beside me. I turn to the mirror and continue to untangle my hair.

"With all this stress and exhaustion I didn't even really think about how you are and most importantly how you're feeling about your wedding, I'm sorry I was totally off this afternoon." I tell her and she chuckles lightly.

"You were not." I was, I was rude and cold and I feel really bad about it after I see all the thought Daisy put into this.

"I was." I protest but she ignores it flawlessly while she watches me in the mirror silently.

The silence stretches for a few moments until she speaks up again.

"I know what you thought when dad told you about the wedding. I'm too young, it's too rushed, I'm not judging you in any way because if it wasn't me maybe I'd reacted the same way. Ryland and I are used to the reaction but it doesn't bother us. Mom and dad approve, Ryland and I know that this is it, that we found someone we need to spend  the rest of our life with, if we want to be happy. That's all that counts. I know what I feel for him and what he feels for me and I wish every person on this world could experience the feelings we have for each other. It's so hard to describe because it is so much, so deep, so pure." Her words make me put down the brush and listen to her intently.

It feels like an old soul sits in this young womans body.

"It doesn't matter what I thought or said Daisy, it is your decision, your life. You can do whatever you want and no one's opinion should matter."

"I know it shouldn't but yours does." She presses and I look at her surprised.

"Why?" I ask confused while she looks down at her lap, fiddling with the hem of her blouse.