Page 87 of The Farmer Has a Wife

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Eleanor smoothed down the beautiful blue dress that Indi had practically sewn her into and admired herself in the mirror.

“Just put your hair up like this,” Indi said, sticking a few pins in. Then she stood back, nodding.

The dress was undeniably stunning, Indi was a talented girl. Eleanor took a second to really appreciate it before turning back to Indi. “You’ve done a wonderful job here,” she said. “It looks fantastic. But if you could just get the zip for me.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Indi said.

“Yeah, probably not wise, Your Maj,” Samson said, standing in the doorway.

He was wearing a full suit and had flowers in his buttonhole. He was also holding out his arm as though he was going to escort Eleanor.

She looked from Samson to Indi and back again. “What’s going on?”

Indi grinned. “You’ll see. Go on.”

Extremely suspicious, and more than slightly nervous, Eleanor allowed Samson to take her arm and lead her down the stairs and out into the grounds. She immediately saw what had changed.

“It’s finished?” she gasped. The old gazebo had been surrounded by scaffolding for months now.

“Oh, just you wait,” laughed Samson.

As they got closer, Eleanor could see flowers adorning every surface, fairy lights twinkling like stars up in the beams, and rows of chairs that seemed to be filled with people. And there, right at the front, stood Danni.

“But… but we’re already married,” was all Eleanor could think of to say.

Danni thanked Samson and took Eleanor’s arm herself. “Yeah, but you did sort of propose twice, so I figured two weddings was just in keeping with the theme,” she said. “That and I thought that maybe we should do this properly this time. For real.”

Eleanor stopped. “It’s always been real,” she said softly.

“I know,” said Danni. Music started playing inside the gazebo. “You ready for this?”

Eleanor laughed. “Me? I was born ready.”

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Later, as they danced on the lawn beneath the stars, Eleanor’s head on her shoulder, Danni didn’t think she’d ever been so happy.

“You know, I thought you were keeping secrets,” Eleanor said.

“Oh, I was,” said Danni.

“Yes, that’s relatively clear now,” said Eleanor, looking up. “But now you’ve had your big gesture, so no more making a scene, okay?”

“Says the person that proposed in a crowded pub,” said Danni.

“A one off.”

“So was this,” Danni said. She took a breath. This was the part that she was stupidly nervous about. Nervous with no real cause. It was what they both wanted. “So the other secret that I was keeping, that’s just for us.”

“Another secret?” Eleanor said. Danni looked at her and Eleanor stopped dancing, just stared at her, her face a mixture of fear and excitement. “Are you sure?” she whispered.

“A little prince of princess for Brewster Manor,” said Danni. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t sell the place now?”

Tears were streaking down Eleanor’s face and Danni reached up to wipe them away with her thumbs. “I’d be anywhere with you. Anywhere with us.”

“If you keep crying, then people might guess our secret,” Danni said, pulling her in close.

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