Epilogue

Esther's wedding gown was a vision of elegance and grace, a masterpiece crafted by the finest seamstresses in London. The gown boasted intricate lace detailing, delicately woven into the fabric to create a stunning floral pattern that cascaded down the bodice and skirt. The neckline was adorned with delicate pearls and crystals, shimmering in the soft light of the dressing room.

The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her slender waist and hourglass figure. From the waist, the skirt flowed out in a cascade of tulle and silk, forming a sweeping train that trailed behind her as she moved. The layers of fabric rustled softly with each step, adding a touch of romance to the ensemble.

As Esther moved about the room, the gown seemed to come to life, catching the light and sparkling with every movement. It was a gown fit for a princess, befitting of the occasion and the radiant bride who wore it.

Harriet, ever the diligent maid of honor, fussed over Esther's hair, weaving delicate flowers into her braids and securing them with jeweled pins.

The final touches were added, and Esther stood before the mirror, a vision of beauty and grace, ready to walk down the aisle and begin the next chapter of her life.

"Esther, I suppose you can do with less movement. You're ruining your hair." Harriet concentrated on fixing the pins in place.

"Harriet, I never really thought I would be nervous, but here I am. Do I look all right?" Esther asked.

Harriet smiled at her. "You look breathtaking. Just trust me on this, Esther."

Esther nodded, but her heart was still racing.

Harriet gave her a playful look. "Esther Barton, the Duchess of Harcourt, after today, hm?"

"Oh, stop it… It's embarrassing." Esther blushed, her eyes trained on the floor.

Harriet gave her a hug from behind. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you, Harriet. You've supported me through thick and thin. I wouldn't be here without you."

Esther really appreciated Harriet for being a true friend, enjoying her embrace.

As the carriage carried Esther and her parents towards the venue of the wedding, the atmosphere inside was filled with a mix of excitement and emotion.

Lady Seymour couldn't help but smile as she looked at her daughter, dressed in her exquisite wedding gown. Her eyes glistened with pride and a hint of sadness, realizing that her little girl was all grown up and about to embark on a new journey.

"Esther, my dear," she began. "You look absolutely stunning. I can hardly believe that the day has finally come."

Esther smiled back at her mother, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Thank you, Mother," she replied softly. "It does feel like a dream."

Lady Seymour reached out to squeeze Esther's hand, her eyes brimming with tears. "Oh, Esther. You're such a beautiful bride. I can hardly contain my happiness for you."

Esther squeezed her mother's hand in return, feeling grateful for her unwavering support. "Thank you, Mother," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I couldn't have asked for a better parent."

Lord Seymour sat beside her, his expression a mix of pride and nostalgia. He couldn't help but steal glances at his daughter, marveling at how she had grown into a radiant young woman.

"Esther, my dear," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "I still remember the day you were born, holding you in my arms for the first time. And now, here we are, on your wedding day."

Esther smiled tenderly at her father, feeling a surge of affection for the man who had always been her rock. "Yes, Father," she replied softly. "It feels like just yesterday. Thank you for always being there for me."

Lord Seymour reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his eyes shining with paternal pride. "My darling daughter, you've brought so much joy and happiness into our lives. Today, as you embark on this new chapter, know that I couldn't be prouder of the woman you've become."

Esther's heart swelled with love for her father, grateful for his unwavering support and guidance throughout the years. "Thank you, Father. For everything."

The grandeur of the wedding ceremony unfolded amidst the elegant splendor of the chapel, its sprawling grounds adorned with vibrant floral arrangements and twinkling lights. Tall columns lined the entrance, draped in cascading ivy and ribbons of silk, while the scent of fresh blooms filled the air.

Guests, dressed in their finest attire, arrived in carriages, their voices hushed with anticipation as they made their way towards the ornate doors of the manor. Soft music, played by a string quartet, drifted through the air, adding to the enchanting atmosphere of the occasion.

Inside the manor, the ceremony took place in a magnificent hall adorned with crystal chandeliers and gilded mirrors. Rows of velvet-covered chairs flanked the aisle, leading towards a grand altar adorned with delicate lace and fragrant blossoms.

As the bridal procession began, the guests rose to their feet, their gazes fixed on the ethereal figure of the bride gliding down the aisle.

At the altar, William stood resplendent in his regal attire, his gaze locked on Esther with unwavering adoration.

Esther's heart swelled with emotion as she made her way down the aisle, her father's arm linked with hers, guiding her towards her beloved William. With each step, her eyes remained fixed on him, drinking in his handsome face and his soft smile.

As they reached the altar, her father gently placed her hand in William's, and their fingers intertwined—a silent exchange of promises and devotion. William leaned in, his warm breath fanning her ear as he whispered words of admiration, causing a blush to bloom on her cheeks.

"You look ethereal," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine awe and affection.

Esther's heart fluttered at his words, her gaze meeting his with unspoken gratitude and love. At that fleeting moment, surrounded by the beauty of their wedding ceremony, they shared a private connection that transcended mere words.

With a tender smile, Esther squeezed his hand, silently conveying her own sentiments of love and appreciation.

The ceremony began, conducted by an esteemed bishop, his voice resonating through the hall as he led the couple through their vows.

William and Esther exchanged heartfelt promises of love and devotion, their voices trembling with emotion as they pledged themselves to each other for all eternity.

"I, William Barton, take you, Esther Arnold, to be my lawfully wedded wife," William proclaimed, his voice steady and resolute. "I vow to honor, cherish, and protect you, to be your faithful partner in all things, for as long as we both shall live."

"And I, Esther Arnold, take you, William Barton, to be my lawfully wedded husband," Esther said, her voice filled with unwavering determination. "I vow to honor, cherish, and protect you, to be your faithful partner in all things, for as long as we both shall live."

The words echoed through the hall, a solemn declaration of their commitment and devotion to each other. As they exchanged rings and sealed their vows with a tender kiss, the gathered guests erupted into applause, their hearts filled with happiness and hope for the newlyweds' future.

The End