[x] Gerard Way - 02 - The Beauty In Crimson Kisses [x]

"Oh my, look at how stunning you are!" Mrs. Darcy exclaimed ecstatically.
Charlotte, the young bride-to-be, turned around to face the full-length mirror behind her and, for the first time, saw herself in her wedding gown. She smiled brightly at her reflection in the mirror, her curious green eyes exploring every inch of fabric and intricate decoration on the white dress that fit her petite, curvy body flawlessly.
She glanced at her beaming mother through the mirror, and caught sight of the smile she wore on her aging face. Charlotte thought that nothing could make her happier than the delight and enthusiasm her mother exemplified for the upcoming marriage.
The engagement had been long, lasting a little less than a year. But finally, it was time, and now at nineteen years of age, Charlotte was to be wed to the husband of her dreams in exactly two weeks time. She had been anticipating her wedding day for several months, fantasizing about the luxuries of married life rather often. Many times she had seen her fiance in the past eleven months of their engagement, and many times she had tried to convince herself she was in love.
But, quite frankly, she just wasn't.
And, within the secrecy of her own thoughts, she had considered calling off the marriage for that sole reason. She wanted to marry for love, and although she felt nothing of the sort towards her future husband, she could only continue to pray that her love for him would spontaneously develop once they were joined in marriage. Because when she saw the gleeful glow on her mother's face as she admired her youngest daughter in her wedding gown, and when she felt the air of pride her father had begun to carry around with him, she knew she was stuck. She couldn't call off the wedding, because she couldn't bear to disappoint and embarrass her parents.
So, she accepted the facts with the utmost poise, and stood patiently in her dress as the maids scurried around her, adjusting parts of the stunning gown that were in need of alteration.
"Please excuse me, Ma'am," one of the older maids, named Margaret, said as she suddenly appeared in the open doorway, "But Miss Emma has some visitors in time for tea, Mrs. Darcy."
Mrs. Darcy sent Charlotte an apologetic look as she left the room, wishing she could stay to see her daughter get fitted into the dress. But Charlotte didn't mind, the maids were nearly finished anyways, and within another ten minutes, she slipped out of the gown and back into her normal corset and robe.
Once she was fully clothed, she left her wedding dress with the maids in the upstairs bedroom and headed down into the sitting room to greet the guests that had arrived for her oldest sister.
Emma was an interesting woman. At twenty-five years of age, she remained unmarried but actively on the prowl for a suitable husband. Like Charlotte, Emma believed in marrying for love, and had turned down six marriage proposals since she was seventeen on the basis of her belief. Charlotte often thought she had acquired her obsession with true love from her older sister, but unlike Emma, Charlotte lacked the courage to take such drastic measures for love and sometimes wished she could be as confident as her sister.
"Oh! Dear Charlotte, do come here and join us!" her mother said immediately as she entered the sitting room.
Obeying, she walked in and quietly took a seat between her mother and Emma as they continued the conversation, pouring herself a cup of tea from the kettle in front of her on the table. After taking a sip, and placing her teacup back onto the saucer, she lifted her gaze to study the guests that sat across from her.
And as soon as she saw him, she knew.
His hazel eyes studied her as she did the same to him. There sat the most gorgeous man Charlotte had ever seen, and as much as she was aware that it was horribly rude to stare, she simply couldn't control herself. Dressed in an entirely black dress suit, very unusual attire for spring, he sat properly and upright in his chair. His raven hair was long and untamed, also a very unusual style, and a few loose strands fell into his face, the rest curling slightly at the ends where it stopped right above his shoulders. He was quite pale, much like Charlotte herself. But most of all, she found that his hazel-green eyes were peculiarly enthralling.
He grinned at her, although it was more of a smirk, his lips curling upwards on only one side. Not knowing exactly how to handle herself in front of such an exceptionally attractive man, she automatically returned a small, unsure smile.
"Charlotte, I wish to introduce you too these fine gentlemen," her mother caught her attention, yanking her out of the daze she was in.
"Oh yes, please do, mother," she replied feebly.
"This is Mr. Way, Mr. Michael Way to be specific," Mrs. Darcy informed, gesturing to the smaller, thinner man wearing spectacles.
Charlotte smiled and politely shook his hand, introducing herself properly in the process.
"And this," her mother continued, "Is the elder Way brother, Mr. Gerard Way."
The beautiful man whose name Charlotte now knew stood to shake her hand. He gripped her hand gently, yet firmly, and smiled softly at her once again.
She couldn't stop staring into his eyes.
"Pleasure to make an acquaintance, sir," Charlotte managed to say barely above a whisper.
"Oh, the pleasure's all mine, Miss Darcy," he replied suavely.
Her mother was talking to her, but Charlotte wasn't listening, and only managed to catch the last bit of her mother's statement:
"... and I know we'll be seeing much more of these most agreeable young men, for Mr. Michael Way and our dear Emma will hopefully have a future together."
Charlotte nodded and daintily took another sip of tea, her gaze still locked on his.
And although she was happy with her mother's mention of Emma's possible future with the younger brother, she was even happier for herself.
Because Charlotte knew it. With him, it was love.
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