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Welcome back to Austen Promises!

This week’s post is a bit over 300 words, and is very near the end of the story. I hope you like it! If you do, please consider leaving me a comment.

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The day of the wedding finally arrived, sunny and warm with a delightful breeze to keep it from becoming too hot. Through the herculean efforts of Elizabeth and her younger sisters, Bingley had been kept away from Jane the entirety of the day before. Now he stood at the altar, Darcy by his side, as he waited for Jane and her father to appear in the back of the church. He allowed himself a moment of distraction, watching his sister Louisa and her husband, Reginal Hurst, find seats. The Hursts had arrived two days ago, and for the first time in their three year marriage, he had enjoyed their visit. How different everything is with Caroline married and gone!

Bingley knew Caroline would not be in attendance today. While it saddened him, he understood the Meades’ reasoning. Caroline could not bring herself to be in the presence of the Darcys just yet, and Meade had hopes that keeping her away from them would expedite Caroline’s recovery from disappointment.

A brief stir in the crowd and a change in the cadence of conversation turned Bingley’s attention back to the end of the aisle. There stood his beloved, one hand on her father’s arm and the other holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers. Though it was not the right time of year for them, Darcy’s conservatory at Pemberley had an abundance of the blooms, and he had sent for them as a gift to the bride.

Not soon enough for Bingley’s liking, Jane was at his side. Unable to tear his eyes away from her, he went through the entire ceremony with his gaze riveted on the bride, though he repeated his vows and followed the ceremony without a mistake.

At the back of the church sat Mrs. Bennet. She had spent most of the last weeks in her rooms, unwilling to face her husband and an empty house. With no daughters at home to attend her, she was alone except for her maid, and she could not confide in a servant.

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