Where The Spirit Meets The Bones

Prologue

Somewhere in England, 1846

Some people believe in fairytales, the Prince that saves the Princess, the true loves kisses and happily ever afters. As Mrs Lovett stands in front of a mirror,  for a moment she believes she’s a Princess who’ll soon marry her Prince Charming and will finally have her happily ever after. Though Mr. T is far from a Prince Charming, as she looks at her reflection she sees a woman genuinely in love, madly in love. She had been dreaming about this moment from the first time she saw him, Benjamin Barker. But he wasn’t hers. She vividly remember the day he was taken away from his family, from her. The day her hopes to ever be with him waned, that same night she had drowned herself in ale.

‘’e’s gonna come back, ‘e is, you’ll see’ she said, staring accusingly at the bottle of ale.

And he did come back. Changed, but he’s still the same man deep inside. And she still loved him the same, maybe more than she actually loved him before, Before because he was quite shy, sweet and gentle, but now he’s quite dark and mysterious , plotting murder every chance he gets. Same yet different. Her love for him changed as well, it’s deeper and dangerous. She thinks that’s what makes them better for each other, how they complement one another. He can’t control his temper and she helps him with that, he has something he wants and she always has a flawless scheme to help him achieve it. Mrs. Lovett is tired of being alone and although he wanted to be left alone, he knows he’s helpless without her. Mainly, they keep each other stay sane.

And now she’s about to marry the man she has always loved and words can’t convey how happy she is. Mrs Lovett hesitantly puts more powder on her face. Is it too much? Or just enough? Will he like this? Will he thinks it’s too much? She’ll probably never know, for she is sure he will just stand there with his usual stoic expression.

She is wearing white gown and puts a flower on top of her hair that almost looks like a crown. Well, if this is my fairytale, I’d better have a crown, she thinks. Looking at her reflection she smiled. She walks over to her bed to grab her bouquet and catching a last glimpse of herself in the mirror, she leaves the room.

Sweeney was impatiently waiting for her outside, frowning so deeply that his eyebrows were almost touching each other. I should have  said no, he kept thinking. He lets out a long sigh as he hears her finally walking out of the room. He stands up from the settee, with a razor in his hand, watching as Mrs. Lovett makes her way towards him .

“Sorry to keep ya wai’ting, love” Mrs. Lovett says as she looks at him. He seems irritated.

Mrs Lovett knows that he doesn’t want to do this. In fact, she pretty much forced him to marry her, and she is beyond surprised that he is actually going along with it, probably because she wouldn’t leave him alone and gave him almost a hundred reasons why he should marry her. Still, this makes her more hopeful than she’s ever been that maybe they could really be together as a real couple and maybe he would fall in love with her someday. No matter how long it takes, she will wait, she won’t let the 15 years she spent waiting for him go down in the drain. So yes, she was the one who proposed to him. It was very unladylike, but she doesn’t give a shit about it, because after all, she’s going to marry the man she had always love and nothing else matters.

Sweeney notices she had been looking at him for a minute now and it only makes him even more irritated. Stupid woman, he curses her in his mind. He clears his throat, hoping it will stop her from staring at him and it does. But she moves closer to him to fix his collar. He can see she’s over the moon to finally get what she wants.

“Ya look nice, love” she says. He only growls at her.

“Alright let’s go, love, we don’t wan’ta missed  our wedding, do we?” she half teased, though she knows he wishes they would.