Brother Dear (pt 2 of My Dear Captain)

Chapter 1

I'll let you know when to play the song this time.  P.S. the dress in the picture is what you'll be wearing.

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June 15th, your wedding day

"Lily! Have you seen my veil? I can't find it anywhere!" I called out while searching frantically for the translucent piece of cloth. It was my wedding day today, and I was so nervous I could vomit! I was happy of course, actually I was ecstatic! Finally my wedding day had come and I could finally marry the love of my life, James Nicholls! However, there was a part of me that was unbearably anxious. What if something went wrong? What if James ran out during the vows?! No, no he wouldn't do that! He has wanted this just as much as me, if not more.

"It's over here, (y/n)!" Lily said, walking over to me with my veil held delicately in her hands. She stood on her tiptoes and placed the crown it was attached to on my head, then gently lowered the fabric over my face. "You look absolutely gorgeous," she murmured quietly while adjusting a few pieces of my dress. She turned me around to face the large mirrors behind me, and my breath caught in my throat. I barely recognized myself!

The gown I wore was a simple, but utterly elegant a-line cream colored dress, with a lace bodice and a veil like skirt with shiny white flowery appliques over a cream colored velvet petticoat. The sleeves, which were made of the same lace as the bodice, came to my elbows, leaving my forearms bare. My shoes were the same rose gold color as my ring, with rose gold vines going up the heel. I wore a light layer of make up that matched the color scheme of the rest of the outfit, and tied it all together beautifully!

"Oh my goodness," I said quietly.
"Well, what do you think?" another voice came in, startling me and Lily. Mistress Elizabeth stood in the doorway grinning. She looked stunning! Her long, curly auburn hair was tied up in an elegant knot, and her forest green eyes shone gleefully. She wore a shimmering, floor length emerald dress with a lace bodice, slightly resembling my own.

"It's wonderful madam!" I said, ginning widely.

She walked over to me and lifted the veil from my face then pushed a few stray hairs out of my face. "There, now James will be able to see you perfectly!" she said, kissing my forehead gently. A tear found its way down her cheek and she quickly brushed it away. "You look gorgeous," Mistress Elizabeth cooed, cupping my face in her slender hands.

"As do you Madam!" I replied. She thanked me and began walking off, but stopped at the door. "Alfred is waiting outside for you! Best not to keep him waiting. He's practically bouncing!" she laughed lightly, then left, her shining skirts flowing elegantly behind her as she strode down the hall. I looked nervously at Lily and asked, "Do I look presentable?"

"(Y/n), you've already been told several times you're stunning! Now get out there! James is probably itching to see you!"

"You go on ahead, I'll be right out!" She nodded and walked out, her light blue dress flowing behind her gently. I turned and walked to my dresser, pulling out the picture of me and my family. I barely remembered them, but I knew I had loved them dearly. In the picture stood me, my mother and father, my two younger brothers, and my eldest brother, Roger. He and I had been very close. I looked at the image of him standing in the picture, and smiled. He couldn't have been much older than Jonathan! Roger stood in salute like a small soldier, except for the large grin he wore on his face. The sight always made me smile!

"Wish me luck," I whispered, and kissed the picture for good luck. I placed the photo back into its drawer then walked out of my room and joined Alfred in the foyer. When he saw me walking down the stairs, his jaw dropped and I could see his eyes shine a bit more with tears. The look on his face made me pray harder that I wouldn't slip and fall for fear of ruining the moment. As soon I was in arm's reach of him, I was instantly pulled into a bone crushing hug.