Season's Feather

Chapter Fifty

The day of the wedding Delilah was running around her home getting ready. She would take the Aeverys and meet the Bridgertons in the church for the wedding. She wore a maroon, as did Felicity. The two were getting ready in Delilah's room.

"Is he happy?" Felicity asked.

Delilah looked at Williamson's sister, "Of course-"

"His writing gives a lot away, you know. He didn't just talk about you. But, he talked about Kate Sharma. He seemed so taken with her that he mentioned her just slightly more than Miss Edwina."

Delilah looked at Felicity. She knew that the young girl knew. There was no point in trying to lie, "Yes. He admires Kate Sharma. But, he has not allowed himself to look past duty. I have tried over the past few weeks to see if he would talk about her. He won't, and I don't think he ever will again."

Felicity nodded her head, "He has always been like that, Williamson, after our mother passed he was focused on doing as father wanted. Then father passed, and he was even more determined. We may not take him out of his mindset, but last night when he was smiling, it's the first time in a long time I had seen him so relaxed. So thank you, Lady Silvester. I think in time I will come to see you as an additional sister as well."

"Delilah," She smiled, "Call me Delilah. I know we will be the closest."

Felicity nodded her head before smoothing out her skirts and offering her hand, "Ready?"

"Of course."

The two walked out into the main hall where Thomas was waiting. He smiled at the two girls before his eyes caught onto the sound of footsteps behind them. Delilah and Felicity turned around to see Williamson come down in his wedding attire.

"Williamson, are you ready?" Delilah asked.

Williamson smiled at all three of them, "Of course I am. Born ready, in fact. Shall we?"

Felicity laughed awkwardly and turned to walk out. The rest of the group followed her to begin the day of wedding festivities which took place at the palace. Delilah had to admit, it was beautiful and advertised.

Everyone was in attendance. The chapel was big enough to fill everyone. Delilah was next to Anthony. They walked together in the chapel and she smiled sadly around all the decorations. It would be beautiful if this marriage wasn't a complete and utter lie.

The reminder of that fact was when Delilah saw Lady Danbury. Someone she had later understood knew about the deal.

"Lady Danbury." She said plainly.

Lady Danbury turned to her, giving her a tense smile, "Lady Silvester. Lord Bridgerton. We haven't talked since our dinner with the Sheffields."

"Yes," Delilah asked looking up at Anthony, "Though why would we? It is not as if you have any more secret deals you would like to share with, would you?"

Lady Danbury let her head drop, "You must know-"

"Enjoy the wedding, Lady Danbury." Delilah said before pulling Anthony away with her.

Her frustration, sadness, and anger was roving off of her. Anthony squeezed her waist to let her know the air she was emitting. Delilah took a breath and smiled at her fiancee. It made it easier to think that soon she and Anthony would be getting married.

It would be her coping mechanism, imagining her and Anthony up there at the altar. The days were counting down and details were beginning to fall into solidified places. Her wedding was almost ready, their ensembles almost complete. All that was left was to finish everything.