Ann fastened her heavy wool cloak under her chin. She hated to cover her wedding dress, a beautiful periwinkle silk with short puffed sleeves and a feathery shawl borrowed from her sister Charlotte. Worried that the dress would get spoiled in the short walk to the church, Ann glanced out the frosted square window and noted the steel gray sky and the large snowflakes floating down to the muddy puddles icing up on the cobbled street.
But no matter. Alfred was waiting for her. Perhaps not even a little mud would ruin the day. After a night of fitful sleep, Ann felt sluggish, and she feared her father’s pinched frown. She wished her sweet mother were still alive. She would have understood.
Ann fingered the silk ribbon before fixing it in her hair. She had met Alfred because of silk ribbons. She smiled thinking about the summer of working side by side with him at the mill. Alfred could weave silk ribbon better than anyone.
A kick from a little unseen foot jolted Ann back to the present. She pressed her hand against her swelling belly and told her unborn little one to behave. This was going to be a big day for mummy and papa…
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What?? She was pregnant? I thought in the olden days people didn't engage in premarital hanky panky. Such falderal wasn’t tolerated during the reign of King George IV. Or was it…
Ah! You're posts are so fun to read! Great descriptions! I loved it!
ReplyDeleteWoah!! Where did this information come from? Very interesting read.
ReplyDeleteProfessor Harris warned me not to judge in these instances and that marriage was not thought of in the same way as now. Are you going to explain?
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