Once Lucy had met Madeline and made sure the bride was ready, she decided to have a look at Calhoun to ensure everything was going according to the day that was planned. On her way, she met Ethan, who had worn a brown suit that almost matched his eyes.
“You looked beautiful, Lucy,” complimented Ethan.
“You look handsome yourself, Mr. Moryett,” Lucy used a sophisticated tone, and both of them laughed at it. Lucy had worn a lavender coloured gown, and her hair had been parted from the side and tied in a messy bun next to which fresh flowers had been pinned. “Did you come from Calhoun’s room?”
“Unfortunately no. I was told to greet the guests from the High House as everyone is still getting ready,” answered Ethan. “I will see you down in the chapel.”
“Yes,” Lucy replied before she started to head in the direction to the King’s quarters. As she continued to walk, the hem of her dress stuck itself to her shoe, and she had to stop walking, so that she could free her dress.
“Do you need help with that?” Lucy heard Theodore’s voice and she looked up to see him carrying a box that was covered in cloth.
Lucy didn’t know why it had to be Theodore. Without waiting for her reply, he placed the box down and seeing this she quickly said, “It is alright! I will manage it-”
“It’s just a little help. Or do you believe I am beneath you that you cannot accept it,” asked Theodore while his hand reached for her shoe, and he untangled the hem of her dress from her shoe.
When Theodore stood straight, Lucy’s throat went dry. God was not being fair to her, thought Lucy to herself. How could a man be this handsome? He was in a black suit, and his hair had been combed differently than usual.
“Thank you,” Lucy murmured.
Theodore noticed how Lucy’s eyes looked darker than normal. Her hair loosely tied and her features soft while her lips were painted pink.
Lucy on the other hand didn’t know what to say to Theodore and both of them decided to keep the compliments to themselves.
“Is Lady Madeline ready?” asked Theodore.
“Yes,” replied Lucy, recovering from the thoughts she had sunken into. “She’s ready. How about Calhoun?”
“He just headed towards the chapel,” Theodore responded to Lucy’s question. Oh, he already left, thought Lucy to herself. There was no point walking in this direction. Before she could leave, Theodore decided to ask, “When did you plan to move out of the castle?”
“Three days ago,” replied Lucy.
“Don’t go,” came the blunt words from Theodore, and Lucy looked at him surprised. “Don’t go with Mr. Moryett.”
Lucy laughed softly, “You don’t have to worry about such things. Ethan is a good man.”
“A man who is in love with you,” stated Theodore.
And now he was making up things, “That’s not true. You don’t know Ethan.”
“No man leaves what he is doing and comes to help a woman,” replied Theodore. She wanted him to be truthful, and he would give her just that.
“This is not the time to be discussing it, Advisor Theodore. We have a wedding to attend,” and Lucy was about to leave, but Theodore asked,
“When then? You seem to be running, I didn’t know the princess has turned into a scaredy cat,” taunted Theodore.
Lucy’s eyes narrowed, “Maybe never.”
“Look at you both, you look like a married couple fighting over something,” commented a man seeing Theodore, who hadn’t seen the woman with whom Theodore was speaking to. When Lucy turned to meet the man’s eyes, the man quickly bowed his head. “My apologies, Lady Lucy. I didn’t know it was you.”
“Minister Fitzwilliam,” Theodore greeted the man.
“Advisor Theodore,” the minister greeted back.
Seeing the frown on Lucy’s face, the minister said, “Pardon me for my words, Lady Lucy. I thought it was Advisor Theodore’s mystery girl.”
Theodore’s own eyes narrowed at the man, and he gave him a death glare as if, if he would utter anything they had spoken during the time of Hallow, he would not spare him. And here he thought the man had forgotten everything in his drunken state, thought Theodore to himself.
“I am sure our advisor has many mystery girls, Minister Fitzwillian,” Lucy’s jaw ticked in annoyance, and she then sent a glare at Theodore. “I hope you spend your time well with the mystery girls,” and she stomped away from there.
Minister Fitzwilliam looked confused on what exactly happened. “Seems Lady Lucy is angry about what I said.”
“You think so?” deadpanned Theodore.
Lucy had misunderstood minister Fitzwilliam’s words, not realizing she was the girl and there weren’t other women in his life right now except for her.
“I do,” minister Fitzwilliam murmured to himself, and Theodore shook his head. He would deal with it later as Lucy said, they had a wedding to attend. Calhoun and Madeline’s wedding.
During the wedding, Lucy stood next to Aunt Monique, and she couldn’t help but smile for the couple. The priest told his prayers, and the bride and the groom vowed, repeating the priest’s words before they were finally declared by the priest as husband and wife.
When Madeline went to change her gown to something more suitable for the wedding dance, Lucy stood next to the Harris family, introducing her aunt Monique to them as they hadn’t been introduced well earlier.
“You know what you should do, Lucy?” Lucy heard Aunt Monique question her in a whisper. “Dance because no one will question you.”
Lucy smiled at her aunt’s words, “I don’t think I have the heart for it, Aunt Monique. I think I would be better off as a spectator.”
“Rubbish!” the woman was quick to dismiss Lucy’s words. “You look no more than nineteen. It is an advantage of being a vampiress, you get to stay young. I know you are hurt by something, but you know you will let it go eventually. Why not let it go now rather than feel sorry?” Aunt Monique took a sip from her glass.
“I will try,” Lucy replied to her aunt while looking at people dance.
While she continued to look at people, Lucy caught Theodore talking to a woman, his eyes briefly meeting hers and she was quick to look away. But at the same time, Ethan appeared in her sight, who headed in her direction.
