Chapter 15: Most hated couple of Critic Arley.
The doors to the Statham estate flew open and every eye travelled to the entrance, Theodore started to frown, Lydia was standing at the far end and the urge to run to her, pick her up and disappear was blinding, she was looking so ethereal, better than he had imagined or ever will be able to, the dress flowed softly against her curves, it wasn’t too huge but big enough to cover her effortlessly, her pale shoulders were full on display and he was starting to think if it was his mistake for not choosing a design with an arm. Her ocean blue eyes fought for dominance among all the colours on her body, which it won easily because it was the only colour on her that shone, the rest were white and her black long hair, there was no jewellery on her, she stood there for a moment too long, definitely not for his enjoyment but because she was nervous and no one was guiding her to him, he felt his heart clench at that.
He should have worn white too, would she have wanted that? He frowned further and Conan’s eyes narrowed, he’d been watching him like a hawk, he had been trying to gauge Theodore’s emotion and reaction to this.
He seemed a bit pissed and definitely intending to leave soon.
Lydia raced against nerves to catch breaths the universe was willingly offering into her lungs because it was with haste emptied by the presence of Lord Theodore.
He is a spectacle.
She was knocked out of breath and she knew it the minute she walked out of the house she had been so nervous and lost until she met his eyes, he had always looked refined but today he had gone over the top, he was donning a blue coat that is shades darker than his orbs, with intricate gold and brown designs on them, the undercoat black and sleek, it went up to his upper neck, the coat was not buttoned but had a big blue gem holding it together in the front, right on his chest, his shoulders comfortably, he hadn’t trimmed his hair but he didn’t put it up altogether either, he let the front down and the back was up in a low bun, a small scruff.
Their guest was only a number two palms could count; her mother who looked so emotional onlookers would believe she cared just as Lydia suddenly believed, Julius who looked so relieved one would think she was marrying the love of her life and then the vicar who is sweating profusely in his white garment, Mira who came to show off what she thinks Theodore missed by picking Lydia, and Shi’enz who for some reason kept trying to be invisible but curiosity and sisterly happiness made her stand but slightly behind her mother, Liza being absent, Mathilda her friend was allowed to dress up and attend as a guest, Conan for Theodore. Hound who seems to focus on something else other than the couple, the employed from the Statham estate peeking from every hidden place possible and that was all.
She got to where the small crowd of family and employed were standing and managed a smile that Mira raised a brow at.
Theodore stretched out his gloved palm that mirrored hers to help her get on the elevated podium he was standing on, waiting for her, she got on and he drew a little too close, his eyes conveying so much warmth she didn’t see in the last two times they’d met and hers welled but she blinked them back when he smiled because she became breathless instead.
The vows were a repeat of what the vicar said as none of them had prepared a personal message or vow, the vicar slowly got out of his head and enjoyed the process of the union
"Do you Lady Lydia of house Statham take Lord Theodore of Critic Arley to be your critic wedded husband?" the vicar addressed