Mary Redferne Walking down the aisle at The Fearrington Inn felt like stepping into a fairytale. The venue, adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, exuded an intimate charm that warmed my heart. Joseph stood at the end of the aisle, his eyes sparkling with emotion as he watched me approach.The soft strains of a string quartet filled the air, adding to the enchanting atmosphere. The small gathering of our closest family and friends radiated love and support, making the moment even more special. Except for my parents, I was happy that Clara and my extended family made it on such a short notice.With every step down the aisle, I felt like royalty, my heart brimming with joy and excitement.I don’t know why the wedding dress made me so happy but it did.It was exactly how I imagined my wedding dress would be like. I knew Joshua’s father was angry upon seeing the dress and I couldn’t help but be thankful about Joseph and his mother standing up for me. The soft fabric traile
Mary RedferneAs Mr. McKinnon stopped us in our tracks before we could make our escape, I shared a knowing look with Joseph. We were both aware of his obsession with appearances, even at a time like this."Joseph, Mary, we need some pictures with me for the papers to announce Joseph's marriage," Mr. McKinnon announced, his tone firm and authoritative.Why is he going to be in that picture? What a narcissist?Joseph and I exchanged a glance, silently hating the fact that we have to be around his unbearable uncle. With a nod, we followed Mr. McKinnon back to the altar, where the photographer was waiting impatiently."No, no. Right this way," Mr. McKinnon directed, leading us to a less extravagant area of the hotel. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his insistence on micromanaging every detail for the sake of his son's image. As we posed for the photographs, Mr. McKinnon hovered over us, directing our every move with precision. It was clear that he was determined to ensure that Joshu
Mary Redferne Joseph and I headed home after the wedding, but instead of taking the car to his house, where I had stayed, we headed uptown towards his office. I fidgeted with my fingers in lap as the driver drove in the awkward silence. Joseph stole a few glances at me but didn’t say anything.I sat quietly in the passenger seat, my mind swirling with questions and curiosity. The silence stretched between us, heavy with anticipation and a touch of anxiety."Joseph, where are we going?" I finally voiced my question, breaking the stillness of the car."I made a decision for us," Joseph replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "I hope this actually makes you happy. I wasn’t sure how to go about it and I didn’t have a lot of time because of the rushed wedding. So its not fully ready and maybe that’s a good thing." His response brought a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness.His words only fueled my curiosity further. What decision could he have made? And why the secrecy? Despite m
Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.At this point in her life, she was heartbroken, depressed and done pretending to be happy when she was clearly not. She just wanted to escape, run away and have a crazy adventure.Little did she know that she would regret making that wish.Emily WarnerI was depressed.I haven’t gotten out of my bed for two days now. Going to sleep knowing that no man is attracted to me and that I am unlovable is now calming to me.I was ashamed, all my friends w
Mary RedferneI stepped into the master bathroom, my eyes widening at the sight of the extravagant bathtub before me. With a smile of anticipation, I reached for the container of lavender bath salts perched on the edge of the marble countertop, as I wondered who Joseph employed to make sure all the things I could possibly need were here.As I unscrewed the lid, the calming scent of lavender enveloped my senses, filling the room with its delicate fragrance. I took a deep breath, savoring the familiar aroma that never failed to bring me comfort. Lavender had always been my go-to remedy for stress and exhaustion, and today was no exception.With practiced ease, I poured a generous amount of the fragrant salts into the relaxing warm water, watching as they dissolved immediately. The bathtub began to fill with a cloud of bubbles, making me jump a little in excitement.As I lowered myself into the tub, the warm water embraced me, cocooning me. I sighed with contentment, feeling the cares of
Joseph LachlanAs Mary's parents made their way to the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tension lingering in the air. Mary remained seated on the couch, her arms folded tightly across her chest, still mad at her parents."Joseph, we just want to thank you again for everything you've done for Mary and us," Mary's father said, his tone sincere. "You've been a true gentleman, and we couldn't be more grateful. I know how difficult my daughter can be."I nodded, offering a humble smile in response. "It's really no trouble at all. She has been wonderful." I replied, hoping he’d stop saying negative things about his daughter time and again.It’s getting annoying now.Mary's mother chimed in, her voice filled with warmth. "You've taken such good care of her and showered her with this luxury very few can afford." she said, her eyes shining with appreciation. "We can see how much you look out for her and us. We couldn't ask for anything more."I felt a swell of gratitude at their kind
Georgina WestAs I served breakfast to my 6-year-old twins, Ace and Luna, my mind was still preoccupied with work-related thoughts. While I adore my kids more than anything, I can't help but feel that they have become increasingly challenging to handle each day. Fortunately, my mother-in-law, Sienna, continues to support me in looking after them, even though I am no longer with her son.My husband, Archer, and I were childhood sweethearts who married at a young age and later became parents. Although we had a strong bond and deep love, complications arose after having kids, causing us to grow apart. We separated five years ago, yet we haven't finalized the divorce despite my numerous discussions about it, especially now that I have a boyfriend.As Toby, my boyfriend, affectionately hugged me from behind before joining us at the breakfast table, I noticed Sienna's disapproval, making me to glare at her. The children enjoyed having breakfast with their father and appreciated his daily sc
Mary Redferne As I got ready in the morning, my mind was still reeling from the events of the previous night. I still couldn't shake off the frustration and disappointment I felt towards Joseph for taking Joshua's side a few weeks ago but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want ‘my husband’ to sleep next to me.Was I disappointed that Joseph chose to be a gentleman and not sleep in the same room with me?Yes I was. Despite the frustration and anger I still had towards Joseph, I couldn't deny the attraction I felt, I also couldn’t deny the fact that he was a good man.He did look after me and always made sure I was comfortable. There was something about him that drew me in, something magnetic and irresistible. It was confusing and frustrating, but I couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement that stirred within me whenever he was near.As the delicious scent of omelette wafted through the air, my stomach grumbled in anticipation. I made my way to the kitchen, where Joseph was already hard