9 ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously - Epilogue 2, the end!

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I thought so much about posting this epilogue with the other last week and didn't because Lottie and her granny needed their time. But then, work got me and suddenly it's friday...
Anyway, here it is, the final chapter, the happy ending all romances should have. right?

Let me take the time to thank you for your company along this ride with me, even though it took me so long to close this story. Hope you had a good time, laughed a little, smiled a bit, dreamt about Austen's P&P too. 

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Nine ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously

COMPLETE, modern (mostly), adult (you know me...), fun, fluff, heart healing stuff.
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CHAPTER 14
Advice for the young at heart 

‘And what is this dirt in your wedding album, daddy?’

wedding scrapbook

Williams smiled, lowered the tablet, pointed. ‘Love potion.’ He said sipping his morning coffee.

‘Be serious.’ Elizabeth, Lizzy, twisted her pretty nose. ‘Between wedding pictures, no one keeps a bag of dirt.’ The eight-year-old insisted. ‘I'll ask mommy.’ She twisted to dangle her little legs and jump from the kitchen counter’s tall stool. 

‘Let her sleep, Lizzy. When we return from the beach, we can wake them her up for lunch. Fitz kept her awake the whole night and she has important meetings at her office later today.’

‘Today is Saturday.’

‘She is her own boss, as I have my own clinic. We can choose our schedules.’

‘The baby whines too much.’

‘Because he is a baby, babies only know how to cry. You, the big sister, will have to teach him to speak, to ask these many questions…’

‘When will he grow enough to my school?’

‘Only when he turns 4. That’s the age accepted at Islamorata Kindergaten.’

‘I told everyone about him.’

‘Good!’ Williams smiled. ‘Now eat your french toast.’

She did for a while. ‘No one understood what is that mommy does in her office when she explained in Career day.’ She pursed her lips, her dad rose an eyebrow. ‘You should have been there instead; every day someone loses a tooth in my class, everyone would understand a dentist.’

‘But you do understand what Bertha does, don’t you?’

‘She thinks things for people who can’t think straight.’

‘She makes detailed plans for people who only have an idea but can’t make a business work, like a shop, a school, a restaurant. She imagines a problem and when it happens, she already has a solution.’

That satisfied her for a while.

‘Mommy always tells me about your surprise wedding.’ A pout. ‘She will tell me what is this in the bag.’

‘She'll say it's love potion because that’s what it is.’

‘Dirt? Ew!’

‘Herbs that grew too old, not dirt. Mom used to brew a magical tea to call me closer.’

‘You're kidding!’

‘No, absolutely true.’

The girl seemed suspicious, but her dad never lied…

‘Ask your godmother, she gave it to us.’ He challenged.

‘Auntie Lottie?’ Lizzy’s face lighted. ‘Uncle Finn said he’d bring her and cousin Charlotte to spend vacations with us.’

happy summers

‘If he said, they’ll come.’ Williams shrugged. ‘Then you can ask her about the love potion.’

‘Mommy likes to read bed time stories about good witches with love potions to me.’ She was still suspicious.

With a straight face, making an effort not to laugh, Williams nodded. ‘Exactly like those.’

‘And it worked, you married mommy.’

‘I was already near.’ He shrugged.  ‘But the tea helped dissolve her prejudice. It persuaded her we belonged together.’

‘I don't get it…’

‘Let me tell you when I met mom.’ He sighed choosing words. ‘We were in a reality TV show and I fell for her almost instantly.  Love at first sight thing.’

‘Lier, lier, pants on fire!’ Lizzy giggled.

‘Am not!’

‘Is too! Mommy told me you bought coffee from the shop where she worked!…’

‘Ah, but that's another story. The one I'm about to tell you is how I conquered her heart when she was wary and stubborn.’

‘When will you tell me the story where you and mom took our names from?’

Austen for kiddies

‘Ah, that’s a book, a romance.’ He smiled. ‘Quite thick.’ The girl pulled a face. ‘In a few years, you’ll love it.’

‘Mommy says that.’ The girl blinked in expectancy.

His smile grew. ‘So, we were on an island just like this one here where we live and…’

gfycat

~ the end ~

9 ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously - Epilogue 1

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It rains and the weather is awful here in Rio today, winter is here! Not even close to Winterfell, Rio is a lot closer to King's Landing - maybe the whole country, these days. Wonder when Drogon will want to show up here...

Anyway, this gloomy weather kind of mirrows Lottie's Epilogue the first of the two we'll have in this story.  

Have I mentioned the previous chapter wasn't really the finale?
Well, it kinda is of wasn't...  
*grin*

Nine ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously

COMPLETE, modern (mostly), adult (you know me...), fun, fluff, heart healing stuff.
read Epilogue 1
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CHAPTER 13
So long, farewell 

A good night's sleep was heaven-sent, worth a king's ransom, Lottie always thought when she woke up rested and satisfied after a long and peaceful Belladama ride. 

It had been two nights and almost three days' sleep, but since she didn't have to worry about Bertha's shenanigans, Lottie felt perfectly rested. 

Maybe the wine she had before the ride didn't quite agree with her, she had an after-taste in her mouth. A finish as the experts say. A faded tang, not unpleasant, just… just melancholy of sorts.

A warm shower, a full breakfast, a heartburn tablet, clean perfumed clothes and she was ready to face humanity as a margarine commercial character wanders through springtime streets.

yoga pants with pockets!

Almost an hour later she perused the malls’ beautiful windows after running her errands considering the need for a new pair of yoga pants when she saw Bertha's mom inside a jewelry shop with a friend, a woman about her age. Not half a second later Janet stormed off the shop with a wailing toddler by the hand.

‘Oh, Lottie, thank God you are here! Bertha trusts you.’

‘Hi, Jan, what a coincidence…’ She answered in a grimace fearing the indignant child would be passed to her care.

‘Please, help my mom. I need to buy an ice-cream cone right this moment!’ Janet said in despair and was pulled away by the 40" tyrant. 

‘What do I know of jewelry?’ Lottie pursed her lips thinking about escaping before being called inside, but curiosity won. The importance of Bertha's trust was very intriguing in this scenario, indeed! ‘Hi.’ She smiled shyly.

‘Oh, dear Lord, Lottie!’ Bertha's mom raised her hands upwards. ‘Heaven sent you, girl!’ She leaned closer to the other woman. ‘She's Bertha's best friend since kindergarten, she'll know.’

‘Oh, how lovely!’ The woman sighed obviously relieved. ‘She'll know.’ A smile for the sales lady on the other side of the small table.  Between them, a velvet tray full of rings.

‘Bertha needs an engagement ring, Lottie. Which one of these?’

Astonished, Lottie frowned. ‘Wouldn't she need a fiancé first?’

‘My son!’ The other woman smiled. 

‘Are you Darrygh's mother?’

‘You know Junior! Of course, Bertha's friend!’ A face splitting smile. ‘Aren't they perfect for each other? We hooked them up, right?’ The women high fived chuckling. ‘I'm so happy for them!’

‘Is he proposing? Why won't he choose a ring himself?’ Lottie still puzzled. ‘ In Europe. Have they returned already? She didn't call me…’

‘Next week.’ Bertha's mom shoved her cellphone on Lottie's face. ‘Tell me if these aren't wedding bands!’

‘What?’

‘These two traitors married in England! Alone! After more than a year abroad, out of nowhere, last week she phoned me, Junior phoned her, both at the same time, to say that they were coming back. Like this!’ She snapped her fingers. ‘And will have an important thing to tell us in a family lunch, both families together. When they arrive here, they'll find a wedding ceremony waiting for them. Flowers, minister, guests - you'll get your invitation. We’re inviting all their friends, her coffee house colleagues, his associates at the clinic, sister who lives in Florida is already on her way. Everyone will be here.’

focus on the ring, the ring!

The women were in the brink of despair, Lottie felt something nag on her faded memory. The tang in her mouth returned. ‘Maybe you thought about wedding bands because Bertha has…’ She forced her sight, zoomed in the image. ‘Eight rings together on her left hand. Isn’t that weird for an engagement?’ She mumbled looking at the smiling couple in front of a big manor house, maybe Chatsworth. They hugged, he was behind her, only her hands were visible because she was holding his over her belly- Lottie's legs failed her as her grandmother's voice from the last dream she had just woken up a few hours earlier returned to her head.

‘I won't return, Carlota, yeens won't see me here in dreams anymore. But I'll be there.’

‘Why, gran? I love belladama rides because we can be together again!…’

‘Yeens love because of the romances, fool! Don't pull my leg!’

They chuckled together. 

‘Yeens will see me, but not here.’

‘It's safe. Bertha doesn't have any more belladama.’

‘Purdy girl let belladama fix her life. She listened, realized that she wanted the little family life she thought hindered her mother and sister. Allowed a good man reach her. Yeens deaf, she listened. I like them couple. 

‘Bertha and Darrygh?’

‘Bee and Dar.’

‘B and D. That's what you'll want engraved on the ring?’ The sales lady asked.

‘Yes. Now which one, Lottie. Help us choose!’

BellaDama. B and D. Lottie blinked. ‘Belladama.’ 

Eight rings, eight rides Bertha had had…

Holding her belly, a very happy handsome couple.

lovely

‘This one.’ The sales lady smiled pushing a thick gold band with tiny diamonds and a big rose colored pearl. ‘The Lady Susan ring.’

The women frowned.

‘That's what she said, Bela Dama, Fair lady. All our rings are named after great characters, and in this collection, the fairest of them all is Lady Susan. A classic, surely will please everyone. Excessively pretty, an uncommon union of symmetry, brilliancy, and grace.’

‘She's reincarnating.’ Lottie whispered. And shed a tear.

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~ one more epilogue to go ~