by Nicky Roth
Yeah right, the only reason they never ended up being a complete disaster was because Anne took care of everything behind her mother's back...
'Ready?' the parson inquired after the first hubbub had somewhat subsided, though he still appeared to be quite bewildered at the equally confused looking group of people before him.
'Yes.'
'I'll turn on the bells then and... - eh, I'm afraid our organist is at work at the moment, so...'
'Don't worry, I'll play,' Georgie sounded up. 'I mean, I would've done anyway, so no probs.'
'Good. Then let's get this over with.'
Again, Darcy couldn't have put it any better.
But in the end, the ceremony was all they had ever wanted. Quiet, nice, and with vows spoken as heartfelt as any spoken by two people so deeply in love as his Elizabeth and him.
Life was wonderful, no matter what, and if the shit was in the mood for it, it was welcome to hit the fan anytime it liked, for nothing could ruin his day now.
To be continued... - Eventually.
About the Author
Author Nicky Roth has written variations on Pride and Prejudice as well Sherlock Holmes pastiche. Her love for history has led her to greatly appreciate the work of Jane Austen and Pride and Prejudice in particular, though her lifelong passion has been the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Inspiration she finds in her family and the countryside, living in a small village in Germany to where she has moved from England to live with her husband.
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[i] Attributed to Albert Einstein (minus Lydia's laziness, of course)
[ii] Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: Der Zauberlehrling.
[iii] Roughly translates into 'You know, the pronounciation is very important.'