Billionaire Flawed 1(158)

 MariAnne showed her love a few months later; returning with her groom to the barn that served as the site of their grand proposal.

 The organizers of the barn dance offered the use of their site as the setting for their nuptials; adorning the barn’s interior with lustrous arrangements of pure golden roses.

 Standing at the door of the barn, MariAnne’s admiring gaze cast down the length of her beautiful handmade wedding gown; a luxurious dress of ivory satin that sported a rich jacquard pattern, a fitted, lace lined bodice, wide sleeves and a high collar accentuated by streams of rich ebullient lace, and a plethora of elegant ruffles adorning the length of its shining satiny surface.

 “I never did think that I would live to see this day,” she mused in silence, reaching upward to pat the upswept, diamond studded strands of her luxurious ebony hair. “The day that I married for love.”

 Stepping inward into the barn that had morphed into a wedding chapel, she watched with a smile as a laughing Ellie—dressed this day in a formal dress of lilac patterned calico with puffed sleeves and a long full skirt—ran before her on a makeshift aisle layered with a long sheath of scarlet red carpeting, enacting her designated role of flower girl by showering a rain of golden rose petals across the sleek fabric of the carpet. Then she nodded toward the assembled family members who had gathered that day to witness her nuptials; including the parents who had begged her forgiveness for passing her into the hands of a madman like Leon. Now they looked on with quiet pride as their resplendent daughter walked down the length of a second aisle; this time venturing forth to meet the man of her heart.

 Dressed that day in a glorious silver jacquard vest with a matching long string tie and a high brown hat, Clayton also wore a smart, form fitting shirt of white cotton and black silk pantaloons; sporting a luminous white toothed smile to enhance and complete the look.

 And as the hero and his princess joined hands at an altar blooming forth with their favorite yellow roses, both knew that they would never let go.





THE END





An Unexpected Gift – An Amish Romance

Though she had been through a lot in the past few months, nothing could prepare her for how she felt now. Yoder was going to be her new last name, and she hated it. She felt like she was going to have to become a different person. And her new first name, Sarah? It just sounded so old-fashioned. Her entire life was about to be old-fashioned.

She thought back at the events that lead her to this. They made her so angry. She was determined to give her father an earful during the drive. Or could she really call it a drive. A horse and a buggy can drive right? Sarah couldn’t even believe what was going through her mind. As she got ready to leave, she picked out the most plain clothes that she could so she would look like the rest of the Amish. She looked at herself in the mirror. At the age of sixteen, Sarah was old enough to know that she was attractive and desired by guys. It is what made her popular at school. But would Amish guys care about stuff like that? Weren’t they just interested in a person’s character? The thought of her appearance not being important made her cringe.

“Honey, are you ready, we have to leave now if are to get there before dark,” yelled Sarah’s father.

“I will be right down,” she said. Sarah took one last look at her room. She feared that she would never see it again. “Alright I am coming.” She looked at her father and laughed to herself. He was wearing the most drab and plain garments that she had ever seen. This is going to be an absolute joke.

“Do you have your Bible?” Asked Sarah’s father. His name was now Jacob. It was formally Lance. But Lance was much too cool of a name. It promoted vanity.

“No I don’t have my Bible, I don’t even know where it is,” replied Sarah. She couldn’t remember the last time she had read it.

“Well you know that you have to carry your Bible around. At least I think that’s what they do. Remember these people are very somber and super religious,” explained Jacob.

Sarah had always hated religion. It wasn’t that she hated God so much. She would talk to him on occasion. If he existed that is. But she hated the hypocrisy within religious circles. Thou shalt not commit adultery says the pastor as he is thinking about his many affairs. “I know, I am well prepared to put on a false facade that will make the Amish like me. I can pretend, father. I am a good fake.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” said her father under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, I am just...nevermind. This is going to be a big adjustment for everybody,” said Jacob, as he was clearly frustrated.