Edward
I held the horse's reins more firmly and trotted leisurely toward the grassy field where everyone seemed to be waiting for me to start the friendly polo match.
From a distance, I could observe the stern look on Beatrice's face, questioning why she stared at me with so much animosity when just a few days ago, we were indulging in a passionate and heated kiss in her kitchen.
I urged my horse to gallop across the green terrain and joined the others on the grassy field, finally joining the guests at my cousin's wedding.
Beatrice shot me a questioning look, and I quickly understood the reason for her inquisitive expression.
"Hello, everyone!" I greeted the people around us with a calm smile. I received various greetings, especially
BeatriceI was once again in Edward's arms, completely surrendered to his kisses, melting as his hands roamed all over my body. It was wonderful to have him holding me firmly, as there was no certainty that my legs could prevent my literal fall in the face of such eagerness and passion.But at that very moment, the reality of what we were doing insinuated itself through the fog that was clouding my thoughts, and with great reluctance, I pulled my lips away from his."We can't, Edward..." I said, even though our mouths were still too close to each other."We shouldn't," he agreed, but his mouth was once again taking possession of mine.I wished I could be stronger, but Edward's silly smile before kissing me knocked down all my defense
BeatriceThe schedule for the night before the wedding was quite informal and, at the same time, very enjoyable. I was now chatting with the couple of the hour, who radiated happiness. When I remembered my wedding, I felt a pang in my chest, but I decided to push that thought aside for now."Shall we dance?" Elizabeth invited Sebastian at a certain moment.Sebastian gave me a mischievous look and pretended to be surprised by the audacious invitation."Have I mentioned how much I love my bride?" he joked.I could have confirmed that, as my cousin had already shared his passion for Elizabeth with me that same night. But before I could respond, Sebastian took Elizabeth's hand, and the couple headed for the dance floor set up in the midd
AndrewI took one drink after another, trying to bury my frustration. It wasn't the first time I saw her leave that way, and it deeply bothered me. Even with all the problems we were facing, I shouldn't lose sight of her.My eyes frequently sought out Abigail, something that deeply bothered me as well. I tried to convince myself that the fact that she was friends with Beatrice and might have a clue about her whereabouts was the real reason for my insistence on searching for her with my gaze. But these thoughts were dangerous and wrong. I was dating Beatrice, and regardless of the disagreements between us, I owed her respect.Memories of the tumultuous polo afternoon flooded back into my mind. The moment when Beatrice's horse had bolted, left her defenseless and visibly terrified. Even though I had implied that I didn't know
BeatriceWe lie there for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's presence. Edward takes advantage of the moment to ask the question I was already expecting him to ask. I even considered that he took a bit longer before bringing up the subject."I understand that you're going to end things with that..." He was about to swear but gave up at the last second. "...with Smith.""Yes, I need to do that as soon as possible," I confirmed, albeit somewhat reluctantly. "But I can't do it while we're here, Edward. I just need some time.""Of course, you can end a relationship," Edward insisted, his voice firm. "I don't agree with waiting until marriage to end this ridiculous story between you two. He can very well leave; no one will miss him."
EdwardTurning down the corridor towards Beatrice's room, the first thing I noticed was her figure, standing in front of Andrew's door, hand raised ready to knock. Her guilty expression indicated that my suspicion that she was planning a nighttime visit to her now ex-boyfriend's room was correct, which left me quite concerned.She saw me and stammered in embarrassment before recovering and saying more firmly:"I'm going to talk to Andrew.""Now!?"Before Beatrice could answer, the door behind her opened, and Andrew appeared, looking irritated and wearing only a fluffy robe. This only heightened my irritation.He rudely questioned, "Any problem with my girlfriend coming to my room at night
BeatriceMy cousin Sebastian's wedding was beautiful and full of joy, and everyone seemed genuinely happy with his union with Elizabeth. I, too, felt happy, as both are people whom I hold in high regard and deserve to be happy together.The only reason I wasn't fully satisfied that day would be Andrew's presence, something I acknowledged to be my fault. However, to my relief, he left in the morning, and upon waking up, I saw a message from him stating that he understood he wasn't needed that weekend and that it was best to leave before the wedding preparations began.Still, this didn't exempt me from the need to have a "conversation" with him, to make it clear that there was no chance of us continuing together. It was more than evident that we were incompatible, and it was better for us to go our separate ways.
BeatriceThe return to London took place the morning after the wedding, following a lengthy visit to my parents. Timothy and I would travel back by train."I wish you much happiness, my daughter," Mom expressed joyfully. "Perhaps now is the time to start anew, isn't it? Everything seems different now, in a positive way, I would say."I understood exactly what Madeleine Paggett was referring to, and I didn't think it was right to pretend otherwise. After all, everyone must have noticed the rekindling between Edward and me, even if they didn't comment on it in my presence.Another obvious thing for everyone was the change in Edward. He was noticeably softer and more relaxed, smiling frequently and actively engaging in conversations and activities, without the sarcasm and cynicism that characterized him in previous moments."Thank you for the support, Mom," I said, unabashed. "But Edward and I are just talking. Who knows? We'll take it one step at a time."We said our goodbyes, and Timot
BeatriceI tried to speak with Andrew clearly and directly, wishing for him to leave as quickly as possible. I knew Edward was about to arrive with Timothy, and I didn't want Andrew and Edward to cross paths at all, as I was certain that the atmosphere between them would be extremely tense.When I opened the door and faced Edward, what worried me was that Timothy wasn't with him."Edward!?" I couldn't hide my surprise and immediately asked what concerned me the most at that moment. "Where is Timothy? Why isn't he with you?""What is this man doing here, Beatrice?" Edward questioned.Edward didn't immediately answer my question, his attention more focused on Andrew's presence in my house."Did you forget to pick up Timothy?" I asked, initially with irritation and then with growing concern. "Did something happen to my son? Is that it, Edward?"I wasn't paying attention to Edward's question about Andrew; my main concern was Timothy."I didn't forget to pick up Timothy, Beatrice!" Edward