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The wedding dress is an elaborate affair, all expensive silks-- Stonewell silk, naturally-- and precious stones, painstakingly fitted to the young bride's slender body. It takes the better part of the afternoon and dozens of pins before the tailor is satisfied enough to let her go. It's lovely, she thinks, very lovely. Very appropriate for a ceremony like hers will be. (A bit tight too, around the middle, but that's how ladies are wearing their dresses these days, isn't it?) Her mother will be proud, she hopes. Yes, that would be nice.
She wonders absently if Young Master Windham is doing the same, elsewhere. Getting fitted for his suit, or perhaps having arrangements made. She would ask him herself, but what few meetings they had before have become increasingly sparse of late. Wedding preparations. And, of course, the matter of Aubrey's father falling so gravely ill. To be honest, it troubles her a little. (An ill omen? It's terrible to even think it. Robin internally reprimands herself.)
The ocean is her distraction of choice. Not a week ago, her mother scolded her for wandering too far and ruining a new dress in the salty brine, so she stays a safe distance from the lapping waves with her skirts gathered up into her arms. Aubrey's home is farther from the docks than hers. She will miss the sea terribly, if she becomes too busy being a proper wife to return to it.
She wonders absently if Young Master Windham is doing the same, elsewhere. Getting fitted for his suit, or perhaps having arrangements made. She would ask him herself, but what few meetings they had before have become increasingly sparse of late. Wedding preparations. And, of course, the matter of Aubrey's father falling so gravely ill. To be honest, it troubles her a little. (An ill omen? It's terrible to even think it. Robin internally reprimands herself.)
The ocean is her distraction of choice. Not a week ago, her mother scolded her for wandering too far and ruining a new dress in the salty brine, so she stays a safe distance from the lapping waves with her skirts gathered up into her arms. Aubrey's home is farther from the docks than hers. She will miss the sea terribly, if she becomes too busy being a proper wife to return to it.