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It was the day of Elena and Benedict's wedding and boy, was it rush hour. Everyone in the house were pacing around the house, getting everything prepared for the ceremony. The siblings were getting dressed in their own rooms as they were supposed to be at the church by 2 o'clock and it was now twelve thirty.

On the other hand there was Elena who was still in her nightgown, pacing around her room still nervous about the ceremony.

Then, a knock was heard on Elena's bedroom door. "Darling, are you almost ready?" Her mother asked, entering. She was expecting to see her daughter ready in her wedding dress but instead met eyes with Elena's teary ones.

Lady Bennet walked towards Elena, worried. "Darling, what's wrong? Why aren't you dressed? I thought the maids were supposed to help you." She said, wiping the tears away from Elena's cheeks.

"Will you help me?" Elena suddenly asked which made her mother smiled.

"Of course."

Elena started rushing to her closet, taking out her dress and hair accessories then rushing back to her desk and sitting down in front of the mirror.

"It's alright, my love. We have time." Lady Bennet reassured her daughter with a smile.

She chuckled as she removed the elastic from Elena bun. Her soft black hair fell down and Lady Bennet ran her fingers through it, starting to style her hair.

"You're nervous." She teased her daughter who was definitely nervous.

"Of course I am! I've been awake for thirty minutes and have done nothing since then. Were you nervous on your wedding day , Mama?"

"I was worst than you, darling. I kept thinking about the worst case scenarios that could have happened, like tripping down while walking down the aisle or, my dress could suddenly rip." She chuckled as she remembered all of the memories.

"I just wish mine and Benedict's love can be just as strong as yours and Papa's." Elena said.

"Yes... I remember how in love I was with your father. My heart still flutters every time he smiles at me."

"Now I call that true love."

"Alright, what do you think?" Lady Bennet asked as she finished stylist Elena's hair.

The young girl's eyes soften as she saw the result of her hair. It was very complicated but beautifully done hair. Her hair was almost all loose, just the back of her hair was tied up. Lady Bennet had attached many flowers small blue flowers around her hair.

"Mama... I love it. I seriously don't know what else to say. It's perfect." She sniffled.

After doing her make up and adding jewelry, it was time for Elena to put on the dress.

"Are you sure you don't need help to wear the dress?" Lady Bennet asked from the other side of the changing room.

"I'm fine, Mama. I just need to put my veil on." Elena replied. After a few seconds later, Elena came out of the room looking gorgeous.

"How does it look?" She asked.

Anastasia turned around and her mouth literally dropped to the floor. The feeling of seeing another of her beautiful daughters in their wedding dress made her cry.

"You look absolutely stunning..." She answered, trying to hold in her tears but couldn't.

"Mama..."

"I have something I need to tell you, Elena. I was a terrible mother, keeping you locked away from the world and sending you to the country said like that for three years was absolutely outrageous. I arranged a marriage without your permission and kept you away from the one you truly love. I was so busy being mad about my past with the Bridgertons that I didn't realize I was ruining your future. Now I see that you two are in love and I cannot stop that. But the things I've done to you cannot be explained by words and I just hope that you can forgive me... I'm sorry, Elena. I'm so sorry." She cried.

Elena made her way towards her mother and embraced her straight away, also crying as well. "You're not a terrible, mother. I consider myself a very lucky girl to have someone who cares so much about me.

They hugged each other for a good five minutes and then released.

"Now, come on. Let's go get you married." Anastasia smiled.

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"I'm already excited. Our dear sister is getting married today." Isabella told Elizabeth as they went down the stairs. They were both looking very pretty.

"And next year, it will be your turn." Elizabeth replied earning a groan from her younger sister.

They made it down to the lobby, where the men of the family were waiting at the end of the staircase.

"Is our dear sister still not ready yet?" Thomas asked.

"Thomas, do not rush her. It's her wedding day." William scolded at his son.

"Well, I heard that she did stay up pretty late. Perhaps, she didn't get enough sleep." Lizzie said.

"I shall run upstairs and hasten her along." Arthur told Thomas who ran after him.

"Arthur, wait. I'll do it." He said.

"She likes me better than you, brother."

"Did she say that?"

"Yes, she did."

Isabella had enough of her brothers fighting and Elena's tardiness. She groaned and marched closer to the stairs.

"ELENA!" She yelled extremely loud making the whole house go quiet. She has caught The siblings, maids and servants' attention. "YOU MUST MAKE HASTE!"

Isabella turned around to her shocked brothers. "Should you think she hear me?"

And there she was, the beautiful bride. At the top of the stairs in her white dress, with a little bit of light gray on it. While coming down the stairs, tightly holding her mother's hand, her family stared at her with passion in their eyes. Elena tried not to burst out laughing.

Arthur's eyes stayed wide open as he stared at his little sister. It's like in a blink of an eye, the adorable girl he was knew was already an adult.

When she descended the stairs, William went to his daughter, gently taking her hand and placing a kiss on it. He took a moment to admire her before speaking. "You look absolutely stunning, Flower."

"That Benedict is certainly a lucky man." Elizabeth added and went to hug her sister. "How does it feel to be the second Bennet getting married?"

"I feel like a mashed potato, if you know what I mean." Elena replied.

"Yes, I know what you mean." Lizzie chuckled and hugged her sister again.

At the Bridgerton house, the situation was quite the opposite. Benedict was the first to be ready and he was the one who was rushing his family. He was knocking on every door of his siblings' room. Patiently waiting in the lobby, the rest of his family were finally ready. They went inside their carriages except for the grown men who rode their horses.