She smiled and the sweetest little dimples appeared on her cheeks. Then she blinked and as she looked up through her thick black lashes, I couldn't help but pull her close and lift her chin up to my face for a deep kiss. She giggled and we rubbed noses, still fully intertwined. I picked her up and swung her around. "You're the one for me Annabelle!" I breathed, and she looked into my eyes and found the truth in my words there.
I let her down slowly, and her long dress furled out. I looked down at my beautiful princess and she pressed a kiss on my cheek. I grabbed her hand and she leaned her head on my broad shoulder. It was like this that we walked home.
"It's time that you planned your wedding date! " Mr. Barton exclaimed as we meandered up the drive to the gates hand in hand. "Any longer and your constant disappearances will turn into the towns talk! It just isn't right. A couple should not be seeing one another this often before holy matrimony! Don't go making any foolish mistakes, and bringing shame on us all! The sheets simply must saty clean. "
At this point Mrs. Barton (who had appeared off to the side to ask her husband to accompany her to go for a promenade down by the water) gasped loudly. We all looked over and Mr. Barton finished his speech with a quick: "Just plan the marriage please?"
Annabelle grinned. "I don't know love, but those sheets sound pretty good to me!" she whispered teasingly.
I couldn't help but laugh. At my obvious gesture, she blushed and cast her gaze down. How cute. I promptly bowed to Mr. Burton, with Annabelle still hooked to my arm. "I believe, sir, that your daughter and I shall begin the preparations immediately. If you'd like to join us?"
As I turned I caught sight of Miss Lauren Flackwood watching us - no, me from afar. She gave me a "sweet" smile and turned away. I felt myself frown as unease drifted through me. "What is that woman up to now?" I asked myself.
Annabelle's point of view
I held tightly onto his lean arm and looked up at him. Suddenly he looked past me and smiled. Then he frowned, and as I squinted, trying to see what, or who he had been looking at, I sensed that they were already gone. I pulled at his arm to bring his attention back to my father and smiled. In we went, my parents flushed with excitement at my evident betrothal.
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Annabelle - a romantic tragedy
Lãng mạnAnnabelle is the love of his life. Frank is the love of hers. It's absolutely perfect. Except it isn't. In a time where reputation was life and scandal destruction, one young couple tries to stand with true love, but things don't always work out how...
