Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 12 )
I use the term loved, reservedly, we had hugged and kissed but never actually made love. That was something which we had both agreed upon. I wanted a virgin bride, on reflection, I often wonder, Why? To behave as society decrees, I suppose and we both came from good families.
Isabelle was fashionably late, as is the Brides privilege, it is after all her day. everything is focused on the beauty of the Bride and her accompanying Bridesmaids. And of course her father, the Dean, who was giving her away. Entrusting her to my care.
I could hear movement, and whispers coming from behind me. I think I can safely assume that my bride as made her entrance, a few seconds later she was by my side, smiling up at me through her veil. I reached out and held her hand, gently in mine.
The ceremony itself seemed to fly by, we exchanged rings, then both swore our oaths to each other. And then I was lifting the veil, firstly to kiss my bride and seal our vows and secondly to reveal the beauty of my Bride to the waiting congregation and assorted family and guests.
And there was no doubt in my mind as to her beauty, with her pale skin and russet hair, she was indeed a beauty, and I the most fortunate of men. I felt a lump form in my throat, I just couldn’t believe that I deserved so much happiness. I have everything that I have ever wanted from my life. Now all I had to do was make a success of my chosen calling and everything would be just perfect!
(C) Damian Grange 2017