holmesbury one shots

we can't be friends 3

note from author: istg we can't be friends will be longer than the one shot one of the girls.

The air was charged with anticipation as Enola stood at the altar, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest. The moments leading up to this had been a whirlwind of excitement and nerves, and now, as she stood beside Tewkesbury, ready to exchange vows and begin their new life together, she felt a sense of awe wash over her.

The ceremony passed in a blur of emotion and joy, the words of the officiant a distant echo in her ears as she gazed into Tewkesbury's eyes, feeling a surge of love and gratitude swell within her. And then, in the blink of an eye, they were pronounced husband and wife, sealing their union with a tender kiss that spoke volumes of the love that bound them together.

As they emerged from the chapel, hand in hand, Enola couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the journey that lay ahead. She and Tewkesbury climbed into the waiting carriage, the gentle clip-clop of the horses' hooves a soothing rhythm as they made their way to the reception.

Tewkesbury turned to her, his eyes warm with affection as he asked how she was feeling. Enola's heart swelled with love at the sight of him, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

For a moment, Enola couldn't find the words to express the myriad of emotions that swirled within her. Instead, she simply smiled, a radiant beam of happiness lighting up her face as she squeezed his hand tightly in hers.

As the evening wore on and the festivities of the reception reached their peak, Enola found herself caught up in a whirlwind of laughter and conversation. The sound of clinking glasses and lively chatter filled the air, mingling with the soft strains of music that floated through the room.

But as the night progressed, Enola couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. The crowded room seemed to close in around her, suffocating her with its noise and chaos. All she wanted was to escape, to find solace in the quiet sanctuary of her own thoughts.

Glancing across the room, Enola's heart sank as she saw Tewkesbury, his glass of wine held loosely in his hand, his laughter ringing out above the din of the party. She knew that he was enjoying himself, reveling in the joyous atmosphere of the celebration. But she also knew that he had indulged in more than his fair share of wine, his cheeks flushed with the effects of alcohol.

As much as she longed to slip away unnoticed, Enola knew that she couldn't leave Tewkesbury alone in his inebriated state. It wouldn't be fair to him, nor would it be responsible of her as his wife.

With a resigned sigh, Enola pushed aside her own desires and focused on being the supportive partner that Tewkesbury needed in that moment. She continued to mingle with the guests, offering a warm smile and engaging in polite conversation, all the while keeping a watchful eye on her husband.

As the festivities continued to swirl around them, Tewkesbury extended a glass of wine towards Enola with a charming smile. "Come, my dear, join me in a toast," he urged, his voice warm with affection.

But Enola hesitated, her gaze flickering between Tewkesbury and the glass of wine in his hand. "I think I'll pass, Tewkesbury," she replied softly, her tone gentle but firm.

Tewkesbury's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression puzzled. "But why, my love?" he asked, his voice tinged with disappointment. "Surely a sip of wine won't hurt."

Enola sighed, her heart heavy with the weight of her words. "It's not that simple, Tewkesbury," she explained gently. "If we both indulge in too much wine, we may find ourselves in a less than ideal state."