It was finally our wedding night.
Mr. Darcy and I were making our way back to Pemberley when my hands began to shake. I burrowed them into my white dress, hoping to keep them still. Mr. Darcy was smiling softly, looking into my eyes and causing me to blush.
I cannot believe I married the man I once thought was intolerable.
When we reached Pemberley, Darcy got out of the carriage first, and reached back to hold my hand as I stepped out. It brought back memories of when he had first done this; and how mysterious he used to be. Now he was part of me, two halves of a whole. We belong together, I thought, squeezing his hand before letting go. We made our way inside the house and went our separate ways, to change out of our wedding clothes.
