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Authors: Bethany Claire
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head no longer hurting, I found myself quite interested in what Mary was saying.
“Oh, I doona have time to talk to ye about that today, dear. Excuse me. I should have said, I doona have time to talk to ye about that today, miss. Old Mary has to start calling ye miss, if yer going to be lady of the castle.” Mary paused and chuckled. “I never woulda believed that today would turn out as it has, lass. Oh my, it’s been one turnip of a day for Mary. Not to mention yerself, dear. Ugh. I mean, miss. It’s been a trying day for ye as well.”
I laughed and listened to Mary ramble as I shrugged into the pale blue gown that she was holding up in my direction.
“Oh, Mary, it’s stunning!” I looked down at the bodice, quite taken with the image below me. It was the most elegant piece of clothing I had ever worn, and I wondered why women didn’t wear dresses more often. I couldn’t even see myself yet, with the way Mary had me turned away from the mirror, but I felt beautiful inside the flowing fabric.
“Yes it is, lass. But ye canna look yet. Ye may only look when I’ve finished yer hair, and ye are all ready for yer wedding.”
I smiled, deciding to enjoy my coma. “What does the laird look like, Mary?”
Mary chuckled, “Well, that’s a fine question, miss. Look, I said it! I called ye ‘miss,’ miss!” She paused to laugh. “I doona believe ye could be more fortunate in a husband, miss. I love those two boys as if they are my own bairns, ornery as they are.”
“Two?” I interrupted on reflex, and glanced backward at Mary, who was pinning pieces of my hair into place.
“Oh, yes. There are two Conall brothers. But ye are marrying the elder brother, Eoin. The younger brother is Arran. Most lasses would agree that there aren’t two more handsome lads anywhere in Scotland. Even I would have to agree, and I’m far too old to unlace my corset over such things.”
I let out a small yelp as Mary tugged especially hard on a tendril of my hair.
“Oh sorry, dearie. I mean, miss. Oh! Old Mary will fix her mind on it eventually. Doona be worried.” She continued to arrange my hair as she spoke. “Both lads are handsome, but in my humble opinion, I believe ye will be finding yerself sharing a bed with the finer brother.”
I should hope so. It is my coma, after all. Why would I decide to dream up a marriage with some ugly old fart?
“Wonderful!” I replied and was rewarded with a smack on the head.
“Ye keep slipping into yer strange way of speaking, lass. It’s mighty important that ye doona do that anymore. If Old Mary can remember to call ye ‘miss,’ a young lass like yerself can remember to speak proper.” Mary turned me around so that I was facing the mirror. “There. All done, miss.”
I stared back at my reflection, unable to recall a time when I felt more radiant. The blue in the dress made my blue eyes sparkle, and the cut of the dress fit perfectly. “Thank you, Mary. I love it.”
“I’m pleased to hear it, miss. Ye seem to be a smidge more accepting of the wedding than Blaire, so I’m glad ye’re here. I can only hope Blaire is fairing well in . . . wherever ye came from.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh. I need to stop speaking of it. I already told ye, I canna explain it to ye today. I’ll be speaking to ye in a few days, after the laird and ye have had some time alone together.”
“I see.” I didn’t see at all, but I decided to let it go. Whatever it was couldn’t be that important. This was all just a dream.
“Now.” Mary gently pushed me toward the door. “It’s time for yer wedding.”
I smiled excitedly and followed Mary out the door, hoping that I wouldn’t wake up before I got a chance to see my future husband and discover why I needed to change my name to someone else’s to marry the man I’d dreamed up.
Chapter 10
Present Day
Adelle Montgomery screamed and reached behind her, grabbing for any sturdy surface to remind her of reality as the
“Oh, I doona have time to talk to ye about that today, dear. Excuse me. I should have said, I doona have time to talk to ye about that today, miss. Old Mary has to start calling ye miss, if yer going to be lady of the castle.” Mary paused and chuckled. “I never woulda believed that today would turn out as it has, lass. Oh my, it’s been one turnip of a day for Mary. Not to mention yerself, dear. Ugh. I mean, miss. It’s been a trying day for ye as well.”
I laughed and listened to Mary ramble as I shrugged into the pale blue gown that she was holding up in my direction.
“Oh, Mary, it’s stunning!” I looked down at the bodice, quite taken with the image below me. It was the most elegant piece of clothing I had ever worn, and I wondered why women didn’t wear dresses more often. I couldn’t even see myself yet, with the way Mary had me turned away from the mirror, but I felt beautiful inside the flowing fabric.
“Yes it is, lass. But ye canna look yet. Ye may only look when I’ve finished yer hair, and ye are all ready for yer wedding.”
I smiled, deciding to enjoy my coma. “What does the laird look like, Mary?”
Mary chuckled, “Well, that’s a fine question, miss. Look, I said it! I called ye ‘miss,’ miss!” She paused to laugh. “I doona believe ye could be more fortunate in a husband, miss. I love those two boys as if they are my own bairns, ornery as they are.”
“Two?” I interrupted on reflex, and glanced backward at Mary, who was pinning pieces of my hair into place.
“Oh, yes. There are two Conall brothers. But ye are marrying the elder brother, Eoin. The younger brother is Arran. Most lasses would agree that there aren’t two more handsome lads anywhere in Scotland. Even I would have to agree, and I’m far too old to unlace my corset over such things.”
I let out a small yelp as Mary tugged especially hard on a tendril of my hair.
“Oh sorry, dearie. I mean, miss. Oh! Old Mary will fix her mind on it eventually. Doona be worried.” She continued to arrange my hair as she spoke. “Both lads are handsome, but in my humble opinion, I believe ye will be finding yerself sharing a bed with the finer brother.”
I should hope so. It is my coma, after all. Why would I decide to dream up a marriage with some ugly old fart?
“Wonderful!” I replied and was rewarded with a smack on the head.
“Ye keep slipping into yer strange way of speaking, lass. It’s mighty important that ye doona do that anymore. If Old Mary can remember to call ye ‘miss,’ a young lass like yerself can remember to speak proper.” Mary turned me around so that I was facing the mirror. “There. All done, miss.”
I stared back at my reflection, unable to recall a time when I felt more radiant. The blue in the dress made my blue eyes sparkle, and the cut of the dress fit perfectly. “Thank you, Mary. I love it.”
“I’m pleased to hear it, miss. Ye seem to be a smidge more accepting of the wedding than Blaire, so I’m glad ye’re here. I can only hope Blaire is fairing well in . . . wherever ye came from.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh. I need to stop speaking of it. I already told ye, I canna explain it to ye today. I’ll be speaking to ye in a few days, after the laird and ye have had some time alone together.”
“I see.” I didn’t see at all, but I decided to let it go. Whatever it was couldn’t be that important. This was all just a dream.
“Now.” Mary gently pushed me toward the door. “It’s time for yer wedding.”
I smiled excitedly and followed Mary out the door, hoping that I wouldn’t wake up before I got a chance to see my future husband and discover why I needed to change my name to someone else’s to marry the man I’d dreamed up.
Chapter 10
Present Day
Adelle Montgomery screamed and reached behind her, grabbing for any sturdy surface to remind her of reality as the
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