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The Royal Wedding

Bridgerton

SEASON FOUR
CHAPTER TWELVE

'The Royal Wedding'

The Bridgerton estate had been transformed into an ethereal haven of romance and grandeur, a fitting backdrop for the union of Elodie Bridgerton and Prince Theodore St. Claire. The estate was enveloped in an air of hushed excitement and anticipation as the wedding day dawned bright and clear, with the sun casting a warm golden hue over the meticulously arranged festivities.

The sprawling gardens had been decorated with countless white and blush pink roses, their sweet fragrance mingling with the scent of fresh morning dew. Lanterns hung from the trees, ready to be lit as the evening approached, and delicate fairy lights twinkled in anticipation of the night's festivities. The ceremony would take place beneath an ornate archway of cascading florals, the soft rustle of leaves a gentle reminder of nature's beauty intertwined with human celebration.

Inside the estate, the atmosphere was one of organized chaos. The grand ballroom had been converted into a lavish bridal suite, where Elodie, surrounded by a flurry of maids and stylists, was preparing for the most significant moment of her life. The room was a tableau of elegance and opulence, with its high ceilings adorned with sparkling chandeliers and walls draped in rich tapestries.

Elodie sat in the center of the room, her gown—an exquisite creation of lace and satin—spread out around her as her attendants worked diligently. The gown was a masterpiece of bridal couture, its bodice adorned with intricate beadwork that shimmered like a constellation of stars. The flowing skirt cascaded in delicate layers, each movement revealing a new facet of its beauty.

Despite the flurry of activity, Elodie's thoughts were a whirlpool of nerves and emotions. She gazed at herself in the full-length mirror, her reflection a mixture of grace and anxiety. The once-familiar room now felt like a gilded cage, the grandeur of the preparations contrasting sharply with the turmoil inside her heart.

The absence of her father, who had passed away in recent years, was a void felt deeply by Elodie. She missed him acutely, and the thought of walking down the aisle without him by her side was a poignant reminder of the emotional weight of the day. Her heart ached as she imagined his presence, his proud smile, and his comforting words.

As her mother, Violet Bridgerton, approached with a reassuring smile, Elodie forced herself to focus. "Mama, do you think I'll be able to handle this? Everything feels so overwhelming."

Violet's eyes were filled with warmth and pride. "My dear, you are stronger than you realize. This is a momentous occasion, and while it's natural to feel nervous, remember that you are not alone. Theodore and your family are here for you."

Elodie managed a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Mama. I just wish... I wish everything felt more like a choice and less like something that was decided for me."

Violet took Elodie's hands in hers. "We all face challenges, my love. This is yours to navigate, but you have the strength and grace to make it through. Trust in yourself and in the love that surrounds you."

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of Lady Danbury, her sharp eyes scanning the room with a mixture of amusement and approval. "Well, well, well. You look absolutely radiant, my dear. I must say, even I am taken aback by the splendor of it all."

Elodie chuckled softly, feeling a flicker of her old self in the presence of the formidable matriarch. "Thank you, Lady Danbury. I suppose I should try to enjoy the day, despite my nerves."