The Church was full.
Lady Edwina Sharpe cast a shattered figure near her rich Father.
She blew her nose.
No words happened to eradicate her loss from her memory. She glided to the inside of the Church, like a martyr.
Yet, despite her ignorance of the Church, Mother did teach her daughter societal matters. Because, as a Lady, she vowed to grace every events in London Town, in the proper way that showed her as a rising woman of decorum.
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The Priest, Father McNally, 46, didn't smile.
He grabbed the Bible in his right hand.
"Please, do sign the Condolences' Book. Yes, I know it's huge. Now, once everyone's done that, we shall begin on the toll of 11 am".
And, as the glowing sun illumed the glass, Lady Edwina Sharpe sat with her Father at the front of the Church's brown colored seats, and prayed that the funeral would be quick...so that she could mourn her Mother in private...in the cemetery.
~~~
Sir Richard Thorne hated funerals.
His quiet reserve for order was legendary.
"M'Lord, I have a seat for you...".
"As you know Reeves, I am behind Lady Sheppard".
"Aye, she is a witch".
"A...And her other daughter is married".
"Last year".
"Last year...I am behind the times".
"Lady Sharpe was a supplier of teas to the Ladies of the Country Fair".
"Was she? And...Who's that girl with red hair?".
"Lady Sharpe's daughter, Lady Edwina".
"She's upset".
"Aye, she was distressed when her Father informed her of her Mother's death".
"Aye, I feel awful about the situation".
"Calm down M'Lord".
"I am!", and he ignored the stares that made him nervous...as the funeral begun.
~~~
The sermon concluded.
Lady Edwina studied the Lord.
She was stunned by his shyness.
She was talking to a man.
She walked away from her Father.
"Excuse me, are you alright?".
"Oh, M'Lady, I am fine. I feel out-of-place at funerals. My name is Sir Richard Thorne".
"Lady Edwina Sharpe", she blushed.
"I know who you are M'Lady".
"Aye, I am glad to see a handsome face M'Lord".
"I am grateful since your Father knew my Father".
"Did he?".
"It's only o'er business".
"Indeed, M'Lady. I'm Reeves, the Lord's assistant".
"A pleasure".
And, for the first time that morning, she smiled.
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RomantiekRobert Helliger. 31 August, 2013. In London, England, 16 year old Lady Edwina Sharpe hears that her Mother has passed away, from her Father. When she goes to town to attend her funeral, she meets a young English Lord, Sir Richard Thorne, (pictured w...
