by Dalia Wright
“Delphy…there’s something I must tell you but you have to promise you won’t get upset.”
Delphine gave Marie a blank stare, she felt emotionally drained and beaten. Telling Marie about James had been a relief but at the same time it had opened up the wound of her broken heart and she felt empty and desolate.
“Promise me Delphy…” Marie pleaded, “and remember whatever I did I did it for you…because I want you to be happy.”
Feeling as drained as she did Delphine doubted she could be upset at Marie’s revelations even if she wanted to so she nodded and agreed she wouldn’t be upset.
Taking in a deep breath Marie blurted out what she had done weeks ago.
Delphine was thunderstruck at the revelation and a clenched fist flew to her mouth. She had thought herself incapable of feeling any emotions but a myriad of emotions flooded through her.
“You did what? Oh my God!”
“Oh my God Marie!” she repeated, “Why? Why would you do such a thing? Spin such a terrible lie.”
“I had to Delphy, I know you. You’re too noble for your own good but I couldn’t let you sacrifice your life and your happiness for a paltry sum of money. So I took the letter from your bureau and swapped it for the one I had written.”
“It wasn’t just a paltry sum of money Marie,” Delphine protested, “it would help Mama and Papa and the family.”
“Maybe, maybe not. The way Papa manages money, I’m not sure it would have gone very far and then your sacrifice would have been meaningless.”
The truth behind the words could not be denied so Delphine pointed out the other major flaw in her sister’s actions.
“Even if there is no John Williard, it doesn’t mean there will be a James. You know that don’t you?”
“Yes but it also keeps your door open for another love one day-”
Delphine opened her mouth to argue Marie’s point and tell her that she would never love another man but Marie hurried on,
“or marry someone you feel fondly towards, someone you know, close to home and not at the other end of the world.”
Having had her say Marie fell silent while she allowed Delphine time to absorb the significance of what she had revealed.
“So he thinks I’m dead?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Williard’s silence and the absence of letters suddenly made sense to Delphine. He thought she was dead.
“Did he write back to you?”
Marie nodded.
“He did, thanking me for informing him.”
“And did he…did he seem upset at the news of my passing?”
Marie hesitated briefly before answering she didn’t want to hurt her sister’s feelings but she also didn’t want to lie.
“He seemed more regretful at having lost so much time than anything else…in fact…he…you know it would be better if you just read the letter yourself.” She said and pulled out a square green envelope from her apron pocket.
Delphine took the letter in her hands and read through it quickly. If she had any misgivings about Marie’s actions they melted away as she scanned the familiar writing. By the time she reached the bottom of the page, her shoulders were shaking with uncontrollable laughter. Seeing her sister’s mirth, Marie began to laugh too.
“He’s proposing to you!” Delphine cried out in astonishment before another bout of laughter silenced her. “Just swap one sister for the other. What a man!”
“I know! The nerve! Here I am telling him of your passing and how unfortunate it is indeed that you’ll never get to be his bride and all he can talk about is how he’ll need to find another wife and it would be much easier to marry me then placing another ad in the paper!”
Delphine stopped laughing and took Marie’s hands in her, she pulled her into a tight hug and whispered,
“Thank you Cherie for saving me from a truly horrible fate. I always had a feeling he wanted more a housekeeper than a wife and I may not have minded that so much if I was living close to home and he treated me well…but I can see now he never cared much for me either way and to be the wife of such a pragmatic man in the wildness of the Americas, far from home…I would have been so miserable. So thank you.”
Marie kissed her sister tenderly on the forehead.
“I’m glad you’re not upset with me and you must not give up hope, you were meant for love dear sister.”
“And what makes you so sure of that?”
“I can just feel it in my bones.” Marie said with a twinkle in her eyes.
CHAPTER TWELVE:
Over the next few days Delphine debated her options. She could always write to John herself and say there was a terrible misunderstanding, that she was prepared to marry him and would be sailing shortly or she could take this unexpected good fortune thrown her way by Marie’s actions to get out of a marriage she had been increasingly dreading. As much as she longed for the freedom, she couldn’t help feeling that she was letting her family down, financially. In the end it was Marie who once more settled her internal debate by firmly announcing to her parents at breakfast one morning that John had proposed to someone else and so his engagement to Delphine was no more. She winked at Delphine as she spoke, a small smile on her lips because after all she wasn’t lying exactly. John had indeed proposed to someone else and she was definitely not engaged anymore. Their mother settled any feelings of guilt Delphine was suffering by fondly kissing Delphine on the forehead and breathing a sigh of relief.
“All’s well that end’s well, the colonies was too far away, I’ve been hearing reports about it’s harsh conditions, it’s no place for you...we would have missed you so dear daughter.”
Having the matter of Mr. Williard settled once and for all, a great weight seemed to have been lifted from Delphine’s shoulders and even though she was cheerful and happy on the outside, her heart felt heavy and weary. She missed James more than she could ever have believed and often wondered what he was doing and whether he was well. In moments of agony she imagined he was courting someone, a lady who was his equal or worse, he was married! In those dark moments, filled with unhappiness Delphine took refuge in a tramp through the fields, the fresh country air did wonders to improve her spirits.
One dusky evening on her way back to the cottage from one of her walks she spied a man in the distance, riding towards in the direction of their cottage. He seemed to be in a great hurry. Delphine felt there was something vaguely familiar about the man although she couldn’t place him. She stopped mid stride and watched the stranger curiously.
As he came closer he turned his head, distracted by a flash of color and saw the figure of a woman wrapped in red cloak standing in the fields. He knew in an instant it was Delphine. His heart roared with joy at having found her at last and he dug his heels sharply against his horse urging her to go faster. Having waited months to lay eyes on his dearly beloved, he found himself unable to wait a second longer than necessary. Her face came into focus as he got closer and his heart plunged with despair as he saw no trace of recognition on her face. She stared at him in puzzlement, a slight frown on her face, he was almost tempted to turn back and ride away. She had obviously forgotten him or had ceased to care but as he galloped closer still the frown disappeared from her face replaced by disbelief. A joyful smile spread across her beautiful face lighting it up, her eyes shone with unmistakable love and she reached out towards him with both arms in a silent gesture of surrender.
He leapt off his horse and ran towards her, eager to embrace her once more. As he wrapped her warmly in his arms, the first words she uttered were,
“Your beard! Your beard is gone.”
He chuckled deeply and ran a hand over his smooth shaven face,
“So it is indeed dear love. And I suppose that’s why you didn’t recognize me.” He teased her reproachfully.
“Oh,” she sighed, “I would recognize you anywhere. How...what...how can you be here?”
“I’ve come for you Delphine, I love you. You mu
st know that. I had the devil of a time trying to find you. How could you have left me like that night with those cruel words?”
At his words Delphine pulled away, suddenly remembering all the reasons why she hadn’t allowed herself to run away with him that night. He was a Baron, an aristocrat and she was nothing more than a poor farmer’s daughter. Their lives were world’s apart; they could never be together. She tried to pull her hands away from his but James’ wouldn’t let go. He pulled her towards him, tipped her face up towards him and stared deeply into her eyes,
“Do you not love me Delphine?”
He searched her face and shook his head,
“No, you do. I can see it plainly on your face. You love me as much as I love you. So why didn’t you come with me that night? Why did you lie to me?”
“We don’t belong together James. I’m only half English, the other part of me is French and you know how much the English despise the French. Your family will never accept me. Maybe the lines around our stations in life were blurred a little during the war, when you were a wounded soldier and I was a nurse. We were on equal footing then but the war is over. You’re not just a soldier anymore….and I’m not nearly good enough…”
He cut off the rest of her words by pressing his mouth firmly upon hers. He kissed her tenderly, fiercely, possessively leaving no doubts in her mind about how he felt towards her. When he pulled away he cupped her face in his hands and whispered,
“My family will accept you because I told them I will marry you and only you. I won’t pretend that my father was delighted but thankfully he cares more about having grandchildren than the dowry you’ll bring and he’s so scared I’ll never marry that he’ll come around. Old traditions and beliefs don’t matter a whit Delphine. The whole point of the war has been to throw down the old and build something new. I want to build a new life with you...I couldn’t care if you were nothing but a beggar on the streets. I love you and nothing will change that.”
Before she could respond, he dropped down on one knee, her hands caught firmly in his.
“Delphine, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Delphine longed to say yes and lose herself in another kiss but a need to do right by him held her back,
“But what about your family….you station in life? Where will we live? How will we raise our children?”
“I’ve told you I don’t care, they won’t care and if they do that’s their problem, it’s not mine. I don’t have all the answers yet but we can answer them together. I love you, I adore you and I want you to walk at my side for the rest of our lives, can that be enough for now? Will you please say yes?”
A happy, joyful cry escaped Delphine lips. Maybe they could find the answers together, maybe it wouldn’t be such an impossible dream. Deciding to take the plunge, deciding that life without him was infinitely harder than struggling with him at her side she threw herself into his arms and kissed his face a dozen times as she cried,
“Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
***The End***
In Love with the Wrong Brother
By: Elaine Young
Chapter 1
Lida arrived at the home of Wyatt Stone at quarter past twelve. She’d flown over on a red-eye after Wyatt had confirmed he would pay her dowry and her family’s wages. Out of all the men that had proposed to her, he was the one willing to spend the most money. With this dowry, she would be able to take care of all her families expenses without stress. Though the concept of mail-order brides seemed outdated to most Americans, there was still a successful catalog running in Western Russia that advertised a list of brides.
Lida had been randomly selected by a number of men, but each one she spoke to was not able to afford her pay. Thankfully for Lida, Wyatt was able to fund the cost of her plane ride. It was midnight, and the Lida was gorgeous. Wyatt lived in a contemporary American palace hidden away in the hills of California. There was an enormous courtyard out front that was barricaded by thick, silver iron. Two marble lions guarded the gates, their mouths opened in wide yawns. Lida shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, the driver stalling behind her.
There was a split second where she thought, “What if I just go back home?” but she knew she couldn’t. It would break her parent’s hearts to know she’d risked everything coming to America only to decide she wanted to go back home again. She’d managed to get her hands on a 90-day Visa that allowed her to stay in the U.S. until the wedding, that is if Wyatt decided to propose to her.
She walked over to the iron gate, pressing the small red buzzer that would allow her into the palace. It beeped once, loudly, before the gates opened themselves to her like a woman opening her arms. The garden was enormous and covered in bright purple and blue flowers. She walked slowly along the cement path, occasionally bending low to smell the flowers. They reminded her of home, of the thick scent of jasmine and vanilla that always wafted her mother’s skin.
As she neared the front door, it creaked open revealing an enormous room with red walls. She peered around the side of the door to find a female butler holding it open for her.
“Thank you,” Lida said politely. She’d never seen a butler before, only a few times in movies.
“The master is waiting for you in the tea room,” the butler said, gesturing to a room adjacent the door.
Lida nodded and walked towards the door, a small leather bag bumping against her thigh. She hadn’t come with too many items from home, as she didn’t own much. Her family had a lot of debt after losing the farm they owned, and they were struggling to pay for their house. Lida couldn’t believe Wyatt lived in a house this expanse, this beautiful. There were large red candles dripping puddles of wax on the floor, and a faint musical echo was heard from several floors above. If she were honest with herself, this was incredible. She hoped desperately things would work out with Wyatt.
Lida entered the room and found a tall well-built man sitting at a table. He had black hair and bright brown eyes flecked with gold. His suit was three-piece and he wore a blood red tie. He reminded Lida of a vampire.
“Lida,” he said warmly when he noticed her entering the room. He embraced her, rubbing his hands absent-mindedly up and down her back.
Lida was a little over five feet tall with wide hips and a curvy chest. She had thick red hair that spiraled down her back in curls and her cheeks were flecked with freckles. She’d been told many times that she was very beautiful and it was one of the reasons her parents had put her in the mail-order bride magazine. Though at first she’d protested, she found she’d come to love the attention she received from the opposite sex.
She’d lost her virginity back in freshman year of high school, to a lanky boy named Grant. He enjoyed shooting rubber bands at chickens and had a full head of curly hair. Grant brought Lida to a river where they were meant to go fishing. He kissed her full on the lips, and touched her until she moaned loudly, waking up a family of squirrels. They had sex in the woods, though after that first time she’d had sex in many other places. The back of a coffeehouse, an alleyway, even atop a friend’s dishwasher. Never in her life had she had sex in a mansion, or rather a palace. The architecture looked foreign, possibly Italian. There were brilliant carvings in the walls of fishermen and mermaids. Lida wondered briefly if she would be a bee to fall in love with this man.
“I love your home,” she said brightly, hoping the compliment would please him.
“Thank you,” he responded, smiling a small smile. It was then that Lida realized he was shy. “Would you like to have dinner? The cook is preparing our meal right now.”
“Sure,” Lida said, her stomach making a small noise. She blushed, looking down at her feet. They were covered by a pair of Toms black slip-ons. She wondered if she would ever own a pair of heels, perhaps something more elegant than a cheap pair of flats.
“Let me show you where to put your bags and we can get started on the main course,” he said.
For someone who
seemed so shy, Wyatt definitely didn’t hesitate when he flirted with Lida. He placed his hand on the small of her back and brought her towards her bedroom. It was tucked away on the second floor, and its walls were painted like the ocean. Her bed was a King sized bed and was covered in satin sheets.
“I feel like I’m out at sea,” she commented, running her hands across the foot of the bed.
He opened the closet for her to reveal rows of Jimmy Choos, Valenciags, and other expensive articles of clothing and footwear.
“So you feel more at home,” he said. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs in five.”
Her heart in her throat, Lida nodded yes. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt oddly homesick. All these beautiful dresses covered in sequins and flecks of gold made her feel like a princess, but an undeserving princess at best.
Outside, the warm California air blew about the trees. Lida would later find out that there was a peach grove existing in the back of the Stone house. It was home to twelve different kinds of peaches that Wyatt himself had planted several years ago. She would come to love the peach grove, though for reasons that were both secretive and hidden to her at that moment.
Picking out a long black slip with a V-neck, Lida shed her traveling clothes and dressed. She looked in the floor-length mirror and smiled at herself. She looked like the Little Mermaid, her red hair running rivers down her back. She spun in a few lazy circles, loving the way her dress fanned out around her. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, causing Lida to blush.
“Yes?” she called out.
The door swung open to reveal Wyatt’s brother, a man named Malcolm Stone.
“Wyatt said he’d met a beautiful lover but he never told me how beautiful,” he commented, looking Lida up and down.
“Who are you?” she frowned, tugging on a shiny black pump. The man in front of her wore a pair of blue jeans and a faded t-shirt that read Jack Daniels across the chest. His biceps were large and covered in tattoos. She wondered if Wyatt hid any tattoos beneath all that luscious material.
