The Wedding Deception (19 page)

- No one suspected. What happened to the gentleman?

- Seeing him, Rebecca was hysterical. Started screaming and accusing him everything imaginable. Although seriously wounded, feigned Dorchester ignore it, but who watched the scene, said he was badly shaken.

- I bet he will leave London as soon as possible. But I believe that the news of his disgrace will not need to come to Wiltshire. And when that happens, no longer considered an influential man. I doubt he has the support of someone in our community.

- He'll get what you deserve. - Jasper kissed her neck and hoarse voice, murmured:

- Let's change the subject?

The Claire's heart soared.

- What do you want to talk, my lord.

- I brought you a ring.

- A ring? But I've got the wedding ring.

- I know. Is that ... Well, it's just ... - He shook his head and muttered: - God, I'm all messed up!

Claire heaved a sigh.

- Just tell the truth.

Jasper meant that she sat in the tub, facing him. Took her face in his hands trembling, and finally opened his heart.

- I love you, Claire. My heart is yours. My soul is yours. My life is yours. And I sincerely hope that the rest of our lives, you never stop looking at me with that sparkle in his eyes.

The Claire's chin trembled. A tear trickled down the corner of his eye.

- Oh, my love. I will love you forever.

She hugged him and inebriated with that sweet intimacy. Jasper was the man she loved the man she wanted, the man in your life. Lifted head and their lips met in a gentle kiss, passionate, which revealed a lifetime of possibilities. Lord Fairhurst, a man and had known for arrogance, by the strictest standards morals and customs embraced his wife and, after a hungry kiss and passionate, not afraid, nor the embarrassment of confessing again:

- You're the best thing that happened in my life, Claire. I love you and love you always, my dear.

Epilogue

Of window of her parents, Claire watched the garden, admiring the colorful flowers. Thanks to the sun and rain in the right measure, the beds were lush and gorgeous, a perfect combination of colors and fragrances.

Was the day of his marriage, and the servants were preparing the breakfast each morning that would be served to guests in the garden.

- You're wonderful! - Claire's mother cried when entering the quarter. - Are you nervous?

Claire smiled.

- Well, moms, considering that is my third marriage, believe I do not make sense to be nervous.

- Oh, my daughter, it's true. - Mrs. Truscott smoothed the tail of her dress green water.

Fortunately, their parents had been informed about the fake marriage, and after true, with good humor. Despite the insecurity of Claire, the explanation was easier than imagined.

Jasper, Claire at her side, patiently told the whole truth to the in-laws, starting with the irresponsibility of Jason and ending with the promise to love, protect and respect their daughter. The Truscott felt captivated by the friendliness and sincerity of Lord Fairhurst.

By Finally, by common agreement, decided that the details of these strange happenings would be kept secret. Even the sisters would take Claire's knowledge the truth. Obviously, it was revealed that Lord Fairhurst had a brother twin, but none of the family, except the parents of Claire, City or suspected that the groom was Jason, not Jasper, at the time the first marriage ceremony earlier that year. In Initially, the Truscott were displeased to discover that they seen the fake marriage of the eldest daughter. Immediately, Jasper suggested repeating the ceremony. To avoid embarrassing questions, it was agreed that the family would go to Jasper to assist Wiltshire the marriage of her son, since none of Barrington had the opportunity to attend the ceremony in the winter.

To maintain harmony in the family, decided to invite Aunt Agnes. As usual, the old lady was always a commentary, criticism or suggestion, for each hour and day event, including a protest loudly about the breakfast in the morning outdoors. His views were politely refuted Claire's parents.

A Drive on the bedroom door, caused by the entry of a man elegantly dressed, he interrupted his preparations for the bride.

- Oh, my dear, not good groom seeing the bride before the wedding. - Claire's mother stood in front of her daughter, trying to prevent The boy saw her. - Although I'm not sure if superstition applies to you, because they were already married. What do you think Claire?

- I think there is no need to worry, Mom. Who here is Jason, not the groom. The Mrs.. Truscott made a startled expression.

- Really? Sorry, but I still can not distinguish between these two so charming gentleman.

Claire hugged his brother and kissed his cheek.

- What a nice surprise!

- You're beautiful, Claire. Much prettier than the day of our marriage.

- A wedding in the winter, a spring, and now one in the summer. Will it will become fashionable in London?

- Hardly. Those creatures tremble at the thought of marriage. Claire shrugged.

- I always considered the foolish ones. They both laughed.

- I'm here to give him a gift of the groom. - Jason made a bow and, with theatrical gestures, displayed a tiny bouquet of roses white with a green ribbon tied in the same shade of green piping Claire's dress.

- The details of my dress should be state secrets - commented it suspiciously.

- And they were. It turns out that Jasper wanted the bouquet matched the dress. So he convinced the lady Renude reveal the secret. You know nobody denies anything to my brother.

- This is one of the qualities I most appreciate it. - Claire blushed and sniffed the scent of flowers.

Followed a brief silence. Jason opened his mouth twice, but said nothing. Noticing his discomfort, Claire smiled at her mother.

- Mom, please see if the coach is in order. Do not want to get Late in the church. So Mrs. Truscott left, Jason started:

- I intend to go away soon after the party and I imagine that this is the only opportunity to talk privately. - He raised his eyebrows slightly. - Need to know if you forgave me. For everything.

- Dear Jason, I confess that by accepting his marriage proposal, never I figured there would be a turnaround in my life. I never believed much in fate, but now I know that my destiny was to stay with Jasper. This would never have happened without his involvement. - Smiling, Claire stroked his face. - There is nothing to forgive, but if you do question, I do not know that hurts and I'm very proud to be your coined. She Jason lifted his head and kissed her forehead.

- My brother is a lucky man.

- I sincerely hope that one day you will also find your great love. You deserve to be happy, Jason.

A shadow clouded the face of Jason, but he soon recovered himself.

- The coach is already waiting. - Mrs. Truscott entered again in the room. - Her father said it's time to go. Come on, honey, do not want to be late. Minutes later, Claire sat in the open carriage, accompanied by parents. In keeping with tradition, Jasper had arranged a team of horses gray to pull the vehicle. Webs glistened in the sun, and tapes and flower garlands adorned gleefully harnesses and reins.

Claire deep breath. The temperature was mild, the sky blue and cloudless, and a gentle breeze blew in the air. The perfect day for a wedding and, despite being the third time that Claire was going through this ritual, that was the first time she really felt like a bride.

There was a small crowd at the church door. While understanding that it was an intimate ceremony, everyone wanted to greet engaged and aware of the aristocratic family of Claire.

There was cries of living when the bride came down the carriage. Once Claire entered the church, the first chords of the organ were heard. His mother rushed to pinching the tail of her dress and veil, and after cast a last look thrilled to his daughter, went to his place the altar.

Claire pressed the delicate bouquet of roses. For a few seconds and rubbed the womb. It was not the first bride to enter the church carrying a child within himself, but believed to be the happiest. It was not easy secret, but decided to reveal the news to Jasper that day, later in the privacy of their room.

The organ chords rose into the air, and Claire took the arm of her father. Slowly, they began to walk down the nave of the church. Seeing Jasper so beautiful and elegant in her navy blue suit and white shirt, his heart beat faster. His eyes shone with happiness when approached to greet her and lead her to the front. By end of the ceremony, guests looked on, excited, the output of couple over the ship. Outside the church, and Claire Jasper kissed under a shower of flower petals. The breakfast each morning was a cheerful, noisy party, with many gifts, laughter, jokes, and with daughters Meredith running in the garden. Claire sat in his seat of honor, watching in wonder and wondering how could such happiness. Jasper sat beside her and took her hand.

- Are you happy?

- Very - she murmured, smiling lips and eyes.

- I just say goodbye to my brother and left him a hug for you. He wanted to stay longer, however, declined from the light of day.

- He returned to London?

- No. York Goes to solve a problem in one of my properties.

- Your administrator is unable to resolve?

Jasper poured himself a glass of wine and took a long sip.

- There are some complications that require no authority to delegate employees. And as I dislike the idea of leaving my fiancee alone, I sent my brother in my place.

- It pleases me to know that you trust him completely. Jasper smiled and Claire admitted a dash of old cynicism.

- The situation is critical. I doubt that Jason can leave it worse.

- Well, anyway, I think that was kind of him agreeing to help him.

- He owes me that.

- He should? - Claire Jasper took the glass and sipped wine. - I believe that we who owe it to Jason. After all, if not for it, you and I would not be married. For the third time.

- Legally, this is our second marriage, but I am in favor of any thing that guarantees you with me forever.

- Really?

- Oh, yes. I am impulsively romantic - he said, somewhat surprised in their own words.

Claire laughed.

- No, I think not quite, but I do not care, because I love you anyway.

- I also love you, Claire. Much more than you think.

E Then Jasper Fairhurst, a man known for his arrogance and rigid standards of morality and good manners, he lifted his wife's chair, sat down to on his knees, wrapped her arms and gave her a passionate kiss, starving, voracious. All those present who witnessed the scene agreed that Lord Fairhurst was overstepping the bounds of decorum. But everyone applauded enthusiastically!

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