The Dress

Chapter 17

So consider this a bonus chapter. This takes place in 1918, the continuation of the night before the wedding and the wedding itself. :) I really miss 1918 Edward. He was a really nice character to dream and write about.

I'll be working on the sequel while you enjoy this one. I'm excited about writing Edward as a Russian prince in the 13th century. *rubs palms in excitement* it's going to be called Don't Forget

XOXO Seraphina

"I probably should leave now," I told Edward.

We were sitting on the stairs. Edward actually was not accustomed to "such bizarre places to sit" (his words, not mine), but he reluctantly complied. We talked about a lot of stuff and it was getting late.

He took out his pocket watch from the breast pocket of his coat and glanced at it, nodding.

"It's late," he agreed, standing up. He held his hand out for me.

"I will walk you home."

I shook my head.

"That's alright, I can go by myself."

Edward pursed his lips.

"No. It is late at night. You do not know how dangerous it is in Chicago at night." He insisted.

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine." I took his hand as he helped me up. He handed me my hat from the stand with coats and hats and gave me a coat that wasn't mine.

I frowned, staring at the coat, then at Edward.

"This isn't mine."

Edward smiled.

"I know. You did not bring yours, so I figured you can borrow mine indefinitely."

I sighed, putting it around my small petite body. It hung around me like I was piggy-bagging a huge brown monster.

"You look adorable in that," Edward commented.

"I think you can keep it. Permanently."

I rolled my eyes.

"We're already gonna live together starting tomorrow after our wedding. I'll be wearing your clothes in our home, but you can't wear mine." I giggled.

He chuckled, kissing my forehead.

"Let's go."

He held my hand as he led me out of the house. He tipped on his hat and slipped his arm around mine. I flushed when the cold wind blew in my face.

"You see? It is cold." He smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, shut your mouth."

He chuckled, but didn't reply.

He walked me back home quietly, but his smile never ceased to amaze me. I loved it. We stood in front of my white wooden house. He faced me, taking both of my hands into his. His smile disappeared.

"Our wedding," he muttered, his fingers gliding across mine.

"I have been waiting for tomorrow for months."

I huffed playfully.

"Impatient, much?"

He smirked.

"I have always wanted to claim you as mine with my ring on your finger."

"Okay, that's it!" I shoved him away as I laughed.