Covered In You | Sebastian Sallow

𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇: 𝒞𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝐼𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊

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Warning: Mature Content

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14 August 1897

Rosalie stared at the reflection in the mirror. The once timid and cautious girl stared back at her. Her hazel eyes glistened in the roaring sunlight that was peering through her bedroom window. Her adolescent cheeks reached her eyes as she smiled back.

That same girl was getting married to the same boy she's always loved today. Soon, Sebastian Edward Sallow would become her husband; a moment she's always dreamed of but never thought possible.

Until this past year.

That night, when Sebastian told Rosalie that he was leaving for a while—that he didn't know for how long—her heart shattered. Everyday, she wished things were different, but Rose knew why he had to leave. She knew why he wanted to leave. She would never interfere with his goals and aspirations. She always stood by him and encouraged him to do what he wanted.

But his return... He came back to her. He kept his promise. Sebastian had braved the coldest January night to appear on her doorstep. Rosalie was the first person he wanted to see after being gone for over two years.

That night sparked the flickering flame that lived within her—within her soul. For years she longed for him; yearned for him. Her skin ached to be touched by him; to be burned by him. And Rosalie knew he felt the same. He proved himself time and time again. Their relationship was consumed with friendship, love, acceptance, and confidence. It always has been.

And today, they finally get to have their happy ending. Today, they would unite as one. Today, Rosalie would not become just 'Mrs. Sallow'. There would be no ownership as many believed. But rather his wife, his companion, and his other half. The love of each other's life.

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Rose peeked out of her bedroom window and out into the Pedersen's garden. Images flashed before her eyes, feeling the sense of deja vu. This time last year, Anne was the one to be wed. Her garden that was covered in whites and purples was now covered in yellows and blues.

Sunflowers and blue delphiniums lined the white picket fence that surrounded the garden. The same flowers covered the arch waiting at the end of the makeshift aisle that was engulfed by blue and yellow petals. Magic seemed to be holding the flowers in place because the wind was picking up. Rosalie turned her attention out to the coast. A storm was approaching. The dark gray clouds circled at a distance above the angry sea, but hopefully it will remain sunny long enough for their nuptials.

Which should be soon.

Rosalie had been waiting for an hour now. Her hair was softly curled and cascaded down the middle of her back; one side was pinned back with a blue and silver diamond barrette. 'Something blue'. Her makeup had been delicately applied. The kohl mascara ascended her lashes to make them appear fuller. Her cheeks held the same rosy color that always crept up. The wedding gown was pure ivory silk. Her straps fell off her shoulders—revealing more skin that many would scowl at the sight of. The neckline laid just above her breasts. The silk cinched just above her hips; the finest lace embroidered around her in a belt-like way. The ivory train starting at her waist flowed behind her. To compliment the dress, Anne had gifted a pair of short, sheer, ivory gloves that were made with the same matching lace embroidery around her wrists. 'Something new'. Diamond studs hung from her earlobes for the evening. A nice gesture from Grace. 'Something borrowed'. Rosalie's remaining jewelry consisted of the moonstone necklace wrapped around her neck and the moonstone engagement ring weighing down her finger over her glove.