The wedding was a mere weeks away and Valencia still couldn't quite believe just how quickly all the preparations had been made. The arrangements were all falling into place perfectly; from the flowers to the invitations to her dress - it was almost as though all of the arrangements had been made years ago and were merely waiting only to be finalized with the name of her groom and the date of the wedding. In truth, Valencia might have been miffed by the idea of her family pre-planning her life to this degree were she not so excited to wed Don Juan.
Unfortunately for the soon-to-be newlyweds, the confession of kisses shared forced from her to Ignacio did them no favors in terms of being left unsupervised. He'd gone from the garden to their parents with her secrets and the rest had spiraled out from there. She was surprised to hear how readily Don Juan had agreed to her father's demands, though that too was quickly dismissed by what she presumed to be his excitement to wed as well. Soon - soon he'd be permitted to take her into his arms and never let go.
Soon.
For now, though, walking with her mother and grandmother trailing closely behind was all they would be able to manage.
"Yes," Valencia agreed despite knowing neither of her chaperones would enjoy the route change too much. The hill leading down to the water was difficult for her grandmother to walk back up and her mother would be hesitant to leave her grandmother alone. Did he know this? Was this how Don Juan intended for them to have a moment alone? They wouldn't be able to touch, of course, but - but he'd once written her such beautiful letters. Perhaps he had another to read aloud? Then, in a conspiratorial whisper, she added "Think of it, in only a few weeks we will not need be followed about at all times. There is a small clearing we used to go to as children I can show you next summer. It will be lush and shaded, more beautiful than you could imagine."
Unfortunately for the soon-to-be newlyweds, the confession of kisses shared forced from her to Ignacio did them no favors in terms of being left unsupervised. He'd gone from the garden to their parents with her secrets and the rest had spiraled out from there. She was surprised to hear how readily Don Juan had agreed to her father's demands, though that too was quickly dismissed by what she presumed to be his excitement to wed as well. Soon - soon he'd be permitted to take her into his arms and never let go.
Soon.
For now, though, walking with her mother and grandmother trailing closely behind was all they would be able to manage.
"Yes," Valencia agreed despite knowing neither of her chaperones would enjoy the route change too much. The hill leading down to the water was difficult for her grandmother to walk back up and her mother would be hesitant to leave her grandmother alone. Did he know this? Was this how Don Juan intended for them to have a moment alone? They wouldn't be able to touch, of course, but - but he'd once written her such beautiful letters. Perhaps he had another to read aloud? Then, in a conspiratorial whisper, she added "Think of it, in only a few weeks we will not need be followed about at all times. There is a small clearing we used to go to as children I can show you next summer. It will be lush and shaded, more beautiful than you could imagine."