Judy: a short story

Judy: a short story

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Based on the painting The Singing Butler by Jack Vettriano, set in the 1920's. Judy is a dreamer by nature, so what happens when the dreams she has invested herself in so wholly fall apart right before her eyes?
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"I ignored the anger I had felt all night and morning. I had always wanted to marry for love, and this didn't feel like it. My lifelong plan had come to an end, and it wasn't because I succeeded. Father had forced my hand because he was worried about me being alone. I could handle it when the time would come, but it wasn't anytime soon. I didn't understand his concern then as I do now. I heard the doors above the stairs creak upon and the shuffle of skirts following. I forced myself to keep my eyes upon the window as my heart started to race from nerves. This was it. This was the moment that would change my life for better or for worse. I thought of my father and how upset with him I was. This wasn't the life I wanted. 'Sire.' Franklin whispered, already facing the direction of the stairs. 'Your bride is here.' I held my breath. Despite my hatred for Invea and this plan my father had come up with, she didn't deserve to be the brunt of my anger. I needed to be civil. I represented Transylvania. I kept my eyes upon the floor as I turned, unsure if I was willing to face the truth just yet. I didn't feel ready. 'Don't be rude. She's watching you.' Franklin whispered into my ear before stepping away, letting me have the moment on my own. With hesitation coursing through my veins, I began to raise my eyes to look upon her; upon my future wife. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I finally saw her. My heart stopped, and I momentarily forgot how to breathe once I saw her smiling down at me. For the first time, and hardly the last time, in my life, I was left utterly speechless." ~~~ The beautiful cover was made by dysanic. ❤️ Want more content? Join my Patreon and gain access to chapters ahead of their scheduled posting time, or sequels that have yet to be posted, and MORE! <3 https://www.patreon.com/anissamarie907 Official rewrite started on Janurary 1, 2021 Originally finished in 2017

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