Chapter 19

The polished hardwood table adorned with exquisite china and silverware at Hills estate was gently illuminated by the warm morning sun that filtered through the lace curtains. The family gathered around, the ball of the night before lifting their spirits. With her customary grace, Lady Hillsfolk set the table and poured herself a cup of tea, then gave a quizzical smile.

With a hint of anticipation in her voice, she demanded, "Well, tell me all about last night. How was the ball?"

Excitedly leaning forward in her chair, Peggy's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "I've heard nothing but amazing things about it! I can't wait to be an adult and go to balls. It has to be a lot of fun!"

Reaching over, Harriet ruffled Peggy's hair. "Oh, Peggy, don't worry, it will be your turn shortly. You'll definitely be the belle of the ball when you do, I'm sure."

Peggy's cheeks warmed with delight as she smiled broadly. "Hopefully! I want to dance all night long in a gorgeous gown!"

Lady Hillsfolk laughed, and her eyes gleamed. "You will, for sure, my love. But first, let's hear from the people who went to the ball."

Ruth and Rose sat next to each other and smiled knowingly at each other. Rose was the first to speak, her eagerness evident in her voice. "That was such a wonderful evening. The music was captivating, and the ballroom was magnificent. Lord Francis and I had the most beautiful talk while we danced. We spent the entire evening discussing our favorite writers because he and I both adore reading."

With a beaming expression, Ruth added her two cents. "And Lord Peter and I danced! We discussed our favorite artworks and artistic movements. Meeting someone who shares my enthusiasm for the arts was incredibly energizing."

Warmly thrilled to see Ruth and Rose happy, Lady Hillsfolk smiled. "It seems like you two had an amazing time. That you met such interesting gentlemen makes me very happy."

A servant emerged at the doorway and gave a polite bow as the talk went on. "Pardon me, My Ladies. Arriving now are Lord Francis and Lord Peter, who would like to visit Lady Rose and Lady Ruth."

There was a strong hum of excitement in the room. Ruth and Rose looked at each other with wide eyes, their faces flushed with eagerness.

"They're here?" Rose questioned, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

"Yes, My Lady," the attendant answered. "Shall I show them in?"

Lady Hillsfolk grinned broadly as she nodded. "Yes, do it, please. Ruth, go greet your guests."

The sisters headed to the drawing room while adjusting their dresses and whispering excitedly to each other.

With admiration in her wide eyes, Peggy watched them depart. With a tone full of wonder, she said, "They must really like Rose and Ruth to come all this way."

Harriet grinned. "Peggy, it sure looks that way. I hope they have a wonderful time."

* * *

As Rose and Ruth entered the drawing room, Lord Francis and Lord Peter stood waiting, their faces lighting up.

Francis moved forward, his face lighting up with a loving smile. "Good morning, Lady Ruth, Lady Rose. I hope our early visit is acceptable. We wanted to catch up with you and maybe take a stroll around the garden."

Rose's heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at Ruth, who gave her a supportive nod. "Lord Peter, Lord Francis, we would be thrilled," she answered, her voice composed in spite of her enthusiasm.

The group headed into the garden, the well-manicured hedges and flowering flowers bathed in a golden glow from the early morning sun. The discussion flowed naturally as they walked on the dirt paths.

Together, Rose and Francis struck up a casual conversation about their favorite novels, punctuated by giggles. Peter and Ruth, meanwhile, talked about the sources of their creative inspiration, their eyes brightening with each mutual enthusiasm.

Francis said, "Last night was truly one of the best evenings I've had in a long time," as they arrived at a peaceful area of the garden. "And it's even better now, being here with you."

Rose reddened, her heart exploding with joy. "Thank you, Lord Francis, for enjoying it. I also had an amazing time. I don't often come across someone who is as passionate about books as I am."

Ruth and Peter, moving a few paces behind, expressed similar thoughts. "I have to admit, Lady Ruth, your artistic insights are incredibly motivating. Speaking with someone who is so knowledgeable about my passion is a delight."

Ruth had a bright grin. "I'm grateful, Lord Peter. I have the same emotions. Speaking with you about the topics that are most important to me has been such a pleasure."

The couples strolled together as the morning went on, the garden acting as a calm backdrop for their developing relationships.

The rest of the family was back in the breakfast area, speculating about what would happen next in these encouraging exchanges.

"Do you think something serious might develop between Rose and Lord Francis or Ruth and Lord Peter?" Peggy enquired, her eyes wide with wonder.

Lady Hillsfolk looked thoughtful, and she smiled. "That's difficult to say, Peggy. However, it appears that they have a close bond. Time will tell."

After listening in silence, Andrew raised his voice in a hopeful tone. "All I want is for them to be content. It matters only if these gentlemen are able to make them happy."

Harriet gave a nod of approval. "Yes. It's obvious that Francis and Peter are good matches for Rose and Ruth. Hopefully, their friendships will last."

Rose and Ruth finally came back from the garden, beaming with joy. Their pleasure was evident when they reconnected with the family in the breakfast room.

"How did it go?" Harriet enquired, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Rose smiled, her cheeks flushing. "It was fantastic. Francis is a really considerate and compassionate person. We had a really interesting discussion about our favorite books."

Ruth nodded, reflecting her sister's happiness. "And Peter is quite endearing. We discussed art and exchanged our favorite works. It seemed as though we had been friends for a long time."

Lady Hillsfolk's smile was warm and approving. "I'm overjoyed for you both. You seem to have made some very unique acquaintances."

With optimism and excitement for the future in their hearts, Ruth and Rose shared a quick gaze.

Rose mumbled, "Yes. We certainly have."

Towards the end of the happy talk about Rose and Ruth's morning with Francis and Peter, Lady Hillsfolk looked at Marianne, who had been calmly drinking her tea, her mind evidently elsewhere. Seeing a chance to invite her into the family's cozy circle, Lady Hillsfolk spoke to her in a gentle manner.

With a motherly concern in her voice, Lady Hillsfolk questioned, "And what about you, Marianne? How did you enjoy last night?"

Marianne raised her head and gave her mother a modest but genuine grin. "Mother, I had fun. Seeing everyone having such a great time was lovely. The music was captivating, and the ballroom was stunning."

Lady Hillsfolk nodded, understanding softening her eyes. "That's good to hear, Marianne. However, I am also aware that these kinds of things can be incredibly overwhelming, particularly given how quickly everything is unfolding. How does everything feel to you?"

Marianne's smile faded a little. "Mother, I'm getting along. Simply said, there's a lot to process at once. It can be a little overwhelming, both the expectations and the preparations."

Reaching out, Lady Hillsfolk put a comforting hand on Marianne's. "I get it, dear. That's a completely normal feeling. Never forget that you are not alone in this. All of us are here to help you."

Marianne nodded, her eyes misting over. "Mother, thank you. That's very important to me."

With a youthful zeal, Peggy, who had been listening intently, spoke, "Marianne, I'm sure your wedding will be stunning! Have you already chosen your wedding gown?"

Marianne's smile became more amused at Peggy's enthusiasm. "Peggy, not yet. A few details need to be finalized, but I've got a few concepts in mind."

Lady Hillsfolk's expression brightened. "Yes, that's something we ought to talk about. An essential component of the wedding is the attire. Have you given your desired style any thought?"

Marianne nodded, her thoughts shifting to the smooth silk and delicate lace she had imagined. "I wanted to do something classy without going overboard. Something that feels authentically me."

With a warm grin and pride in her eyes, Lady Hillsfolk smiled. "Marianne, that sounds fantastic. Together, we can go to the dressmaker to ensure that every last detail is perfect."

Glancing up from her silent observation, Harriet smiled encouragingly and suggested, "How about ballroom training? Have you and Andrew had a chance to rehearse your wedding dance?"

Marianne's face took on a reflective look. "I'm afraid not as much as we ought to. There's simply been a ton of work."

Andrew, who had been listening close by, moved closer with a resolute look on his face. "Marianne, we can schedule time for that. I want our first dance together as husband and wife to be enjoyable and comfortable."

Looking up at Andrew, Marianne felt her heart soften at his genuineness. "That would be nice, Andrew. Having something to anticipate would be pleasant."

Lady Hillsfolk gave a nod of approval. "It's critical to enjoy the process of getting ready. You two will have a wonderful time at the dance. Maybe we could set up some rehearsals over here at the estate. It would be a wonderful chance to unwind and spend time together."

Peggy's eyes brightened at the idea. "May I observe? I'd like to watch you two dance!"

With a giggle, Harriet teased Peggy. "You can, of course, Peggy. You can even assist us in selecting the music."

The tension from the previous chats subsided as the room erupted into laughter. Sensing the tone had lightened, Lady Hillsfolk kept the conversation moving in a more upbeat direction.

With an air of expectation, Lady Hillsfolk asked, "Marianne, have you thought about the flowers for the wedding? The gardens are in full bloom, and we can choose from a variety of beautiful flowers."

The thought brightened Marianne's eyes. "Using flowers from our own yard is a fantastic idea. It would add to the ceremony's already remarkable atmosphere."

Rose added her usual quick wit and support. "This year's roses are very lovely. They could be used for the decorations and bouquets."

Ruth gave a nod of approval. "And a wonderful touch would be the lavender. It is really relaxing and aromatic."

Lady Hillsfolk grinned, happy to see the girls working together in such harmony. "That seems like a really good plan. To make sure everything is ideal, we'll meet with the gardener."

Andrew her hand a gentle squeeze. "Marianne, everything will work out nicely. I am excited for our special day."

With a sensation of serenity replacing her previous fear, Marianne gazed up at him. "I'm grateful, Andrew. I appreciate your help very much."

The family carried on talking about the specifics of the wedding, laughing and reminiscing about past experiences. They discussed the cuisine, the music, and the guest list, each of which brought them closer together.

Lady Hillsfolk got up from her seat as the breakfast was coming to an end. "This wedding is about more than simply the joining of two individuals—it's about our families coming together to celebrate love and commitment. I'm incredibly proud of each one of you."

Standing up, Harriet gave her a tight hug. "Lady Hillsfolk, we are fortunate to have such a beautiful family. And our shared goal is to ensure Marianne and Andrew enjoy the most amazing day possible."

Lady Hillsfolk pulled Marianne aside as the family left to start their day, her demeanor kind but worried. "Marianne, please come to me if you ever feel uncertain or overwhelmed. This is something I've experienced, therefore I know how you feel."

Marianne nodded, appreciation shining in her eyes. "Mother, I will. I appreciate you being there for me at all times."

Lady Hillsfolk watched her daughter leave the room with a final, comforting smile, her heart full of love and optimism for what was ahead. She felt a great sense of satisfaction as she turned to face the blossoming gardens of Hills estate outside the window, knowing that her family was resilient and ready to face whatever lay ahead.

* * *

The Hills estate was bathed in a warm, golden glow as the next morning broke clear and bright. As Lady Hillsfolk and Marianne got ready for their visit to the dressmaker, birds in the gardens were chirping happily. There was an air of delicate feeling mixed with exhilaration as the expectation built up.

As they got inside the carriage, Lady Hillsfolk stopped to admire her daughter. Marianne was stunning, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She said softly, "Are you ready for this, my dear?"

With a gentle grin playing on her lips, Marianne nodded. "Mother, I believe so. Now, everything is beginning to seem quite real."

Mother and daughter talked about their hopes and plans for the impending wedding while traveling to the dressmaker's shop. The passing of time was nearly imperceptible. With nostalgic eyes, Lady Hillsfolk narrated tales from her own wedding day.

The elegant dressmaker, a tall woman with a refined air and an eye for detail, welcomed them to Madame Elara's Atelier. She said with warmth, "Lady Hillsfolk, Lady Marianne, welcome," her French accent giving her words a refined quality. "Here are some fabrics and designs that I have selected for your perusal. Please, come in."

Bolts of silk and lace lined the walls, and mannequins dressed in gorgeous costumes stood proudly on display in the atelier, which was a paradise of luxury and inventiveness. Marianne was astounded by the multitude of options in front of her, and her eyes grew wide.

Madame Elara took them to a big table on which were arranged swatches of fabric, each more exquisite than the last. In an approachable yet polished tone, she said, "Let's start with the fabric, shall we? What kind of material do you envision for your wedding dress, Lady Marianne?"

After a brief pause, Marianne spoke thoughtfully, "Not too ostentatious yet ageless and elegant is what I'm going for. Perhaps a mix of lace and silk?"

Lady Hillsfolk gave a nod of approval. "My sweetheart, that sounds fantastic. Lace will provide that subtle hint of elegance, and silk will give it a wonderful sheen."

Madame Elara picked out a few samples and brought them over for Marianne to review. "This gorgeous silk satin is incredibly smooth and opulent. And this lace is Chantilly, which is renowned for its delicate texture and elaborate designs."

As Marianne trailed her fingertips over the textiles, she could not help but picture the finished item. "Madam Elara, I adore these. They seem ideal for their intended use."

They proceeded to the design sketches after that. Madame Elara had created several looks, each of which embodied a certain elegance. Marianne and Lady Hillsfolk discussed the advantages of each design as they carefully studied each sketch.

Madame Elara pointed to a sketch of a gown with a fitted bodice and flowing skirt and said, "This one has a beautiful A-line silhouette. It's very flattering and allows for comfortable movement."

Marianne thought about the drawing and imagined herself wearing a dress like that for her wedding. "It's lovely, but I think I'd like something with a bit more detail in the bodice."

Madame Elara turned to a different drawing and nodded. "How about this one? It features a little more fitting waist and a sweetheart neckline with beautiful lace appliqué."

Lady Hillsfolk came closer, her eyes softening as she studied the pattern. "Marianne, this is a fantastic choice. It is just sufficiently detailed without becoming overbearing."

Marianne grinned, her confidence beginning to solidify. "Yes, I believe that this might be it. To be sure, though, I would really like to see a couple more sketches."

They went on to look at the designs, each one a unique work of art. As they went through the sketches, Lady Hillsfolk noticed that her emotions were rising. She was filled with pride and love for her daughter as she watched her carefully study each design and recalled her own wedding planning.

After a great deal of thought, Marianne's gaze finally settled on a drawing that completely stunned her. It had a tight bodice with small pearl buttons down the back and beautiful lace embroidery. The skirt had just the right amount of fullness and flow to give it a sense of beauty and movement without being overly full. The whole impression was one of classic beauty which complemented Marianne's modest elegance to perfection.

Marianne responded, "This one," in a quiet but confident voice. "This is the one."

Lady Hillsfolk felt a knot rise in her throat as she studied the drawing. "You're right, Marianne. Utterly flawless."

Madame Elara grinned, her formal expression tempered by the sincere feeling in the space. "What a wonderful decision, Lady Marianne. This style will look fantastic on you. Should we take measurements and make adjustments?"

With increasing enthusiasm, Marianne nodded. "Yes, I'm eager to have it made."

Madame Elara measured Marianne and took copious notes as Lady Hillsfolk watched, her heart fluttering with joy. Observing her daughter spin around a little in front of the mirror, she tried to picture herself wearing the dress on her wedding day. It was a moment of mixed emotions as she experienced both happiness at witnessing her daughter start a new chapter in life and sadness at realizing her little girl was growing up.

Madame Elara assured them that the dress would be ready in time for the wedding, promising to start work right away after the measurements were finished and the last details were negotiated. With confidence, she said, "I'll put my best seamstresses on this project. You will have a gown that not only fits perfectly but also reflects your unique spirit, Lady Marianne."

Lady Hillsfolk and Marianne strolled out of the atelier holding hands, their hearts full of joy. As they walked back to the carriage, the sun was high in the sky, bathing the streets in a brilliant glow.

With tears in her eyes, Marianne remarked, "Thank you for coming with me today, Mother. I couldn't have done this without you."

Lady Hillsfolk squeezed her daughter's hand, her own eyes misting over. "Marianne, it's a pleasure to help. I'm pleased to be able to share this very precious time in your life with you."

There was a pleasant silence as they made their way back to Hills estate, both women deep in contemplation. Lady Hillsfolk thought back on the years that had gone by, the challenges and happy times that had led them to this moment. She felt a profound sense of satisfaction as she considered the future and the pleasure she wished for Marianne and Andrew.

The rest of the family was excited to hear about their visit when they got home.

With her eyes bright with curiosity, Peggy was the first to run over to them. "Marianne, did you find the dress? How does it look?"

With a light heart, Marianne chuckled. "I did find the ideal outfit, Peggy. It's just as exquisite and lovely as I had envisioned."

Rose and Ruth joined in, their joy obvious.

"We can't wait to see it!" Rose cried out. "I'm sure it will be stunning."

Ruth gave a nod of approval. "The wedding is going to be amazing. Marianne, you have our utmost congratulations."

With an abundance of affection in her heart, Lady Hillsfolk observed her daughters and the twins. She was incredibly appreciative of their friendship, their support system, and the happiness they brought one other.

Lady Hillsfolk felt that the family was prepared to face the future together as they gathered around, talking about the wedding arrangements and enjoying Marianne's excitement.

* * *

While Madame Elara's atelier was being visited by Lady Hillsfolk and Marianne, Andrew, Harry, and James set off on their own to buy Andrew's wedding attire. The men headed for Mr. Bartholomew's tailor shop, which was well-known for its superb clothes and exquisite craftsmanship. They had a great time talking and laughing together throughout the trip, and their natural friendliness showed how close they were.

James was especially excited about this excursion because of his commanding personality and strong beliefs. He was excited to see Andrew's wedding outfit take shape because he had a clear idea of what he wanted to see. Though appreciative of his uncle's encouragement, Andrew was a little nervous about the decision.

The tailor, Mr. Bartholomew, welcomed them into his business. He was a careful and perceptive man. "Good morning, gentlemen," he said, bending a little. "How may I assist you today?"

James moved forward and spoke loudly and authoritatively, "We are here to choose my nephew's wedding attire. I think there is a certain outfit I have in mind that would be ideal for the situation."

Mr. Bartholomew gave a polite nod. "Obviously, Sir. Kindly proceed with me."

They were shown to a private fitting room where a variety of suits made from the best fabrics were on display. Each one was expertly sewn. James showed off his appreciation for grandeur and heritage right away by pointing to a dark, heavy brocade suit with rich designs and intricate detailing.

James said, "This is the one," in a voice that left little opportunity for disagreement. "It's distinguished and befitting a man of Andrew's stature."

Andrew's anxiety increased as he studied the garment. It felt imposing, the heavy brocade, and he wasn't sure it would go with his more subdued look. But he didn't want to let his uncle down, who had always had a big impact on his life.

Seeing that Andrew was hesitant, Harry made the diplomatic decision to step in. "It's a very nice suit, Uncle James. However, how about we allow Andrew to try on a couple of suits? On his wedding day, we want him to feel confident and at ease."

James scowled a little and narrowed his eyes. "I think this suit is perfect, but let's see what Mr. Bartholomew has to say."

With ease, Mr. Bartholomew took over, remaining ever the professional. "Yes, Sir. If it's all right with you, Your Grace, I have a couple of ideas that would be ideal for the occasion and your taste."

With an appreciative nod, Andrew followed Mr. Bartholomew to a different area of the changing room. The tailor picked out a couple of suits, all of them sophisticated but more in line with Andrew's taste. He gave the first one to Andrew; it was a sharply tailored, subduedly shiny charcoal grey suit.

Andrew stepped out to see James and Harry after trying on the suit. The outfit was a fantastic fit, highlighting his tall stature without taking away from his easygoing personality. Harry's expression was filled with approval.

Harry responded, "Now that looks great, Andrew," in a supportive tone. "It's sharp and elegant, just what you need for the wedding."

But James did not seem to be impressed. "It's overly simplistic. A wedding is a magnificent event. He requires something distinctive."

Knowing his uncle's potential for stubbornness, Andrew sighed to himself. He glanced at Harry, looking for encouragement. Harry met his eyes and moved forward, speaking in a composed yet convincing tone.

"On his wedding day, Andrew needs to feel like himself, Uncle James. This outfit exudes sophistication and elegance. It's more important to feel at ease and confident than it is to stand out."

James opened his mouth to object, but Harry persisted in a calm manner. "Uncle James, don't forget your own wedding. I am sure you desired to dress in a way that represented who you were rather than what other people thought of you."

James paused and remembered his own wedding day, softening a little. He slowly nodded. "Harry, you make a valid point. It's critical that Andrew feels like himself."

Mr. Bartholomew took the opportunity to present an alternative. "I think I have another suit that would work well for His Grace's individual style and tradition. The outfit is navy blue with a hint of satin—it's classy without being overly showy."

Upon trying on the navy suit, Andrew felt a wave of comfort as he looked at himself in the mirror. The color of the suit complemented his features, and the satin texture gave it the ideal amount of refinement. It fit him well.

He went outside to show James and Harry. Harry's eyes brightened with acceptance, and James appeared to be thinking more positively about it as well.

"Andrew, this one is perfect for you!" Harry exclaimed with enthusiasm. "It's elegant, it has presence, and it reflects your personality."

James examined every aspect of the garment with a critical eye. He nodded a bit later. "Though it's not exactly what I had in mind, Andrew, I can see that it works for you. What counts is how at ease and confident you appear."

Grinning, Andrew felt a surge of appreciation for Harry's delicate intervention. "I'm grateful, Uncle James. And, Harry, thank you very much. It feels right to be in this attire."

Satisfied with the result, Mr. Bartholomew measured Andrew and made the required corrections. "We'll make sure that this suit fits you flawlessly. It will be completed well ahead of the wedding."

The sun was high in the sky, illuminating the busy streets as they left the tailor's shop. Now that a significant portion of the wedding preparations had been finished, Andrew was excited and relieved.

Harry grinned broadly and gave him a pat on the back. "Andrew, you're going to look fantastic. Marianne will be overjoyed."

James forced a smile, but he was still a little stern. "You really do look pretty dashing in that outfit, I must say. Andrew, I'm proud of you."

Andrew experienced a sudden wave of warmth at his uncle's remarks. "I'm grateful, Uncle James. Your help is much appreciated."

The three men became even closer during their lighthearted banter on the way back to Hills estate. They talked about their future plans, the wedding that was coming up, and the happy celebration that was in store for them.

At their return to the estate, Lady Hillsfolk and Marianne were waiting, delighted to see the men again.

With interest shining in her eyes, Lady Hillsfolk enquired, "How did it go?"

Andrew smiled, clearly animated. "It went smoothly. I discovered the ideal suit."

Marianne grinned, satisfaction glimmering in her eyes. "Andrew, I'm really excited to see it. I'm confident you'll look fantastic."

James gave a nod, his face showing approval. "He really will. We took care to ensure it."

The family was united and filled with love as they got together to talk about their experiences and to continue arranging the wedding. Each detail brought them closer together as they discussed the dress and suit, the flowers, and the music.

Andrew paused to consider the day as the evening came to an end. He was incredibly appreciative of his family's love and support as well as the joyous celebration that was in store.

Andrew realized that this wedding was more than just a union of two people as he stood in the warmth of the setting sun with those he loved. It was a celebration of family, love, and the future. And with Harry's assistance, he had discovered the ideal outfit to confidently begin this new phase of his life.