Felicity wished that Grace hadn’t told her that Mark had returned and wished to see her in the morning for she found it impossible to sleep. But she somehow managed to give in to her tiredness and fall asleep, but the next morning she had a slight hint of bags under her eyes, telling her that she rad a restless night. Grace came to her room early to help the Princess get ready to meet her fiancée, dressing her in a deep purple gown that accented every curve, making her feel much older than she really was. She stared at her reflection in the mirror she sat in front of as Grace did her hair.
"I don’t think I can do this." she said.
Grace smiled as she braided a lace ribbon into the Princess’s hair.
"Princess you will do fine."
Felicity turned in the chair to face her maid.
"I wish that you could come to the wedding. It would make me feel better."
"I wish I could too. Now turn around so I can finish your hair."
Felicity did as she was told and folded her hands in her lap. "I am so nevrous!"
"Every bride is." Grace replied. "Now you had better get going before he starts wondering where you are!"
Raising herself up from the chair, Felicity hugged Grace before gathering her skirts and hurring out of the room and to the stairwell that led to where her fiancée was waiting. She took a deep breath and hoping that her cheeks were not flushed in her rush to the stairs. Daintly holding her dress in one hand and the rail on the stairs with the other, she took a deep breath and started down the stairs.
His eyes were on her the second she came into view. Although her father was sitting next towhere he was standing and talking to him, his voice faded away as his eyes gazed upon her lovliness. Felicity was sure that if her cheeks were not red at the top of the stairs, they were now. Her father stood up as she neared the end of the stairs and walked to the men.
Felicity could hardly contain her nervousness as her father talked. At this time tomorrow, she would be wed to Mark. She should be happy that she was going to marry someone like him, but she had a terrible ball of dread and fear in her stomach, as if it was telling her that something horrible was going to happen.
Copyright 1999 by Lady Serria