Wedding Night
By Probus888. Elizabeth Bennet sat at the dressing table. She picked up a French perfume bottle and delicately placed a few drops onto her wrists and neck. The floral scent pleased her, complementing the smells outside rose gardens. Breaking out from behind a cloud, a shaft of golden sunlight, the last of the evening, entered the bedroom and fell across the green and red Turkish rug and onto the bed. The sunlight drew her gaze, and she looked out through
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