Chapter 11

Night came and as expected Emelia was ready, she walked down the stairs joining hands with the awaiting hands that held hers at the foot of the stairs.

“Mrs Fredrick” a little whimper escaped her throat listening to the servants address her as such.

She held hard to her clutch not showing her nervousness as they rode away. Pulling up into the grant halls where she had been barely a few days ago for her wedding gave her multiple feelings.

Emelia felt the fresh breeze blow through her braided hair perfectioning it to her back. His hands reached out to her, and without second thoughts, she placed her gloves-covered hands onto his. Stepping into the giant hall every eye turns to the arriving couple.

Wearing an exquisite black evening gown capturing and enchanting her beauty, Emelia slowly glides her way by her husband's side.

The sleep silhouette gracefully hugs her curves with a daring side slide adding a touch of bold sophistication as she makes a striking entrance by her man's sid