Darkness at the Heart of My Love || Wenclair

Chapter 14: The Courtship.

I put the dress on, put on a little make-up, and double check my hair. I look in the mirror then back to the letter. I really hope this is what I think it is. I check my phone and see that I have 10 minutes left. I hear a knocking at my door. "Come in!" I say enthusiastically, nervous, but excited. I hear the door open and I turn to look who it was. Mrs. and Mr. Addams step in the room. "Ah! There is our little storm cloud's rainbow!" Mr. Gomez says. "We are sorry to bother you dear, but we wanted to let you know we will be out for the next few hours to give you and Wednesday a little privacy. This is a big thing for her and she wants to make sure it's perfect." Morticia says, a calm in her voice.

"Thank you! I still have no idea what this is about but- OH! Before I forget" I hand the envelope with the leftover money in it to Mrs. Addams. "You know you didn't have to give that back right? But I will keep a hold of it for safekeeping in case you need it during your stay here." She says with a smile. My mouth was slightly agape. Why would I have been able to keep it? It wasn't my money and they aren't my parents... "Thank you, but I don't intend on spending anymore. I appreciate your help getting me the dress, even though I am not family."

"Of course you are family." Gomez and Morticia say at the exact same time. "Anybody who can make our daughter happy, is immediately considered family." Gomez adds. "Anyhow, you should get going to the cemetery. You wouldn't want to be late." Morticia says as they leave my room and I check the time. Shit. I check the time and quickly grab a light sweater and rush down the stairs. I only stop running when I reach the door that leads outside, double checking my dress and calming myself down.

I take a deep breath and open the door. My jaw drops slightly at the sights. The walkway leading to the cemetery is lined with candles, black and red roses everywhere, and a letter that is tied to one of the many bouquets of flowers, the same brown envelope with the wax seal. I carefully open it, wanting to preserve it. I pull the letter out and it reads:

Enid Sinclair, Un bel lupo,

Le parole non possono esprimere il mio amore per te

Farei qualsiasi cosa per te, ucciderei per te, morirei per te, vivrei per te.

Non sono sicuro di come

ma hai rubato il mio freddo cuore nero.

Per la prima volta nella mia vita

Mi hai fatto provare cose che non conoscevo

Ma tutto quello che so

è che ti amo, mia cara.

(Enid Sinclair, A beautiful wolf. Words cannot express my love for you. I would do anything for you. I would kill for you, die for you, live for you. I am not sure how, but you stole my black, cold heart. You made me feel things I am not sure of. But all I know, is that I love you, my dear.)

I read the letter, but I am not sure what it says, but it sounds beautiful. And the handwriting is exquisite. I follow the candle lit path into the cemetery, I keep looking around at the beautiful flowers, the way the candle light flickers off the stone path. This is like a dream. When I pass through the small gate of the cemetery, I find Wednesday standing there, in a pretty black dress. Similar to the one she wore to the Rave'N, but even better, more exquisite, more... Beautiful. My eyes meet hers, I feel butterflies, my face burning slightly. I step towards her, my nerves both intensified and relaxed at the same time.

"W-Wens, what is all this? And you look... Amazing" I say smiling, excited and amazed, but also extremely nervous, seeing Wednesday in a dress. My eyes dancing around admiring the set up, realizing I may have been staring at her. She doesn't say anything immediately, prompting me to look into her eyes after a few seconds. The way the candle light is dancing in those dark eyes of hers is mesmerizing. It almost looks like she might have a small blush on her face.