Only Child

Chapter 2: Confirmed

The ceremony carried on as normal. Valentine and Maximilian forgets about Noiter. Haydee gets him back to her house with a doctor on the way. When he arrives, he confirms her fear. He says that when he hit his head the impact snapped his neck. A white sheet covers his body down in the basement. Haydee first got the idea when she heart that Sergio painful scream. She knew as soon as she saw his eyes were still open and felt no pulse. She did not know how to break the news to the newly wedded couple.

Haydee knew the wedding still had to go on. Valentine was already retching her food before the wedding. It was probably the nerves, but the poor girl has not been able to keep down any meal lately. Valentine did deserve the perfect wedding though, through all the things she has been put through and had to deal with, today was her day, and the person that she loved as much as her now husband, is dead. "It has to be kept a secret, at least for today," she thought to herself on the way to the reception.
"Time that is all I need." Haydee spoke in a hushed tone to Edmond. "No need to worry though, they have not even spoke of him, and tonight they will at least have a happy night, and then we will tell them about the death of Noiter." Haydee blurted out trying to convince herself more than Edmond that everything is fine. "...and if they ask about him, then tell him he is in safe hands and is okay. It is not lying, for you should not lie to the ones we love and trust. He is safe, and he can not be hurt anymore. He is in the basement of our house so he will not be found until we tell them." Haydee spoke now with tears in her eyes.
"Shush everything will be fine," Edmond said holding her. Valentine was like a sister to Haydee and Noiter was like a father. Edmond knew how she is barely holding up. He knew that she can not break, not tonight, not in front of everyone, or they will know. "I will be the one that will tell them." Edmond mumbles still holding on to her.

The Morrels dancing the night away, twirling, with not a care in the world, to their favorite composer, George Onslow, spent the rest of the night. If only they knew how rough tomorrow will be...