Edward
Timothy was visibly moved by the bouquet of roses, and it didn't take long for him to start crying intensely. I perceived anguish on Beatrice's face and sought an explanation for the boy's suffering at that moment.
Beatrice hugged and stroked his back and hair, trying to console him in the best way possible. As I watched that scene, I felt confused and out of place, as if I were an intruder amid their intense expression of emotion.
However, everything changed when Timothy opened his eyes and looked at me with those still teary eyes, wiping the tears away with the back of his hand and smiling at me, even though he was clearly in pain. I was completely taken aback by that expression and couldn't understand what was happening.
"Mom used to sell red rose
BeatriceSince our long and passionate kiss in the kitchen, I had been deliberately avoiding Edward. Besides feeling guilty for betraying the man I was in a relationship with, I had taken an extreme risk, veering into a dangerous path. I was being cowardly by running away, but I thought it was best for all of us. I already knew where that would lead us, and I wasn't willing to go through the suffering it would cause again.The word that summarized my feelings was temptation. Edward had always been and still is my weakness. I wouldn't allow myself to be dragged by emotions to the point of suffering again for him. So when Timothy returned to the kitchen, I sighed in relief and left them eating their sandwiches while I returned to my room. Before anything else, I removed all the flower bouquets from the living room, leaving only the red roses, the ones that had moved Timothy so much. I thought he might want to keep that memory of his mother. The other flowers were a strange and unwanted
BeatriceIn a way, Andrew and I ended up finding a balance, although it was a somewhat winding path to get there. He avoided touching on the delicate subject of his parents, and I decided to accept his approach.After much reflection, I realized I couldn't hold onto my anger toward Andrew forever for something he didn't do. He insisted on his disagreement with his parents' views, and that gave me some comfort. I decided to give our relationship another chance. However, if I had been cautious before due to my past experiences, now I was even more hesitant.A few days later, the day of Sebastian and Elizabeth's wedding arrived, and we went together to Kent, specifically to Higham, where the Maddock family's rural estate was located. That's where everyone gathered for the festivities.The trip to Higham was quick, and in less than an hour, we parked at Elizabeth's parents' vast and well-kept estate, already filled with cars belonging to other guests.The butler awaited us and led us to t
BeatriceSometime later, when we returned to the garden, several people were enjoying the mild summer weather outside the property. They chatted animatedly and watched children run and play.I engaged in conversations with some people I knew, mostly relatives of Edward with whom I grew up during my childhood and adolescence. I also encountered some old friends, with whom time and distance had separated.Soon, Sebastian approached from where I was, displaying a broad smile upon seeing me talking with Maggie, Abigail, and Edward's mother, while Timothy played in the garden with other children."Hello, beautiful ladies!" he greeted us enthusiastically. "How are you?""Sebastian!" I responded with excitement. "I'm so happy you're getting
EdwardI 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."