The Brassfield Marriage

All of my writing is fiction, and the stories and characters are products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author, but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story that need to be are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy! And take a second to vote and comment.

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Cecily sat down as instructed by her father. It was a time for serious discussion, a discussion she not only would like to avoid but one she wished wasn't necessary. She took a deep breath and settled into the chair, ready for the discussion, i. e., lecture from Sir Michael Brassfield, Bt. She glanced around to see if her brother, Paul, was there. He wasn't, but her mother, Lady Ashley, was seated off to the side to observe and nod her head in confirmation of what Sir Michael was saying.

Ninety-five percent of the time, they were wonderful parents, and she loved them dearly. But at special and important times, they became Sir Michael and Lady Ashley and were much more difficult to deal with.

"Cecily, I've heard that you've been, well, complaining again about your marriage to Thomas."

She looked from her father to her mother and back. Complaining again was a complete misnomer, as she had never stopped complaining about the wedding. It was something she dreaded, hated, despised, loathed, and would do anything possible to keep from happening.

"Since you put it that way, Father, I have always complained about marrying Thomas. I don't love Thomas and don't want to spend the rest of my life tied to someone because of the circumstances that I've grown to despise."

"Cecily, don't speak like that."

Surprised, Cecily looked at her mother.

"Thomas is a good boy, and you've known him nearly all your life." Ashley had continued. "I don't see how being married to him could be such a bad thing."

"Yes, Mother, and in all of that time, he's never shown a spark of interest in me, nor I in him. It would be a dreadful marriage."

Michael cleared his throat. "It's all arranged, Cecily. The Newmans have agreed, and so have we, so it's a completed deal."

"A deal. That's what it is? A deal? How romantic. I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have had a deal made for my hand in marriage."

"Cecily, don't be disrespectful to your father."

"I'm being disrespectful when I don't want to marry a man for whom I have no feelings? Good feelings, at least. Romantic feelings."

"This will benefit all of us," Michael said. "We have farms with much produce that has to be sold. The Newmans have many stores that need produce to sell to hungry people. Even when times are bad, and no one is buying fashion-designer clothing or doing international touring, people need to eat, and both families will be secure."

"Just as in the Middle Ages, right?"

"When times are difficult, and your friends are struggling to make ends meet, you'll be secure and able to do those things that you enjoy doing."

Cecily noted that both parents had ignored her Middle Ages comparison."

"We're talking about nearly a year before the wedding, so you have a good bit of time to adapt and plan," her mother assured her.

Cecily had to control herself mightily to keep from rolling her eyes at that suggestion. A year of her life spent planning for a horrendous event that she wanted to avoid at all costs.

"Your mother's suggestion is very appropriate, Cecily, and I believe you should very seriously consider adhering to it." Michael glanced at his watch. "In the meantime, I have a meeting at the farm."

"I have a few things to take care of as well," Cecily suggested, anxious to remove herself from the cloistered feelings these discussions always produced.

"Please be safe, honey," Ashley said, "and dinner is at seven this evening."

"Thank you, Mother," Cecily said, not trying to keep the sarcasm from creeping into her voice as she left the room. Everything was normal with dinner at seven. She nearly gagged.

"Want some company?" Paul asked as he met Cecily coming out of the door.

"I hope you were listening."

"I was being a bad boy, of course, but yes, I was."

"I'd love some company. Are you up for tea?"

"Sometimes I'm up for something a bit stiffer than tea, but for now, that sounds very appropriate."

"I don't know. Stiffer sounds beguiling at the moment."

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It was just three blocks to the small shop where Cecily often went for tea, most often with someone other than Paul. This was different, though, and she wanted to talk with him today. He seemed to be her one hope of escaping the fate that was seemingly more and more inevitable.

Tea and biscuits were ordered, and Cecily and Paul were seated at a small table. A sip of tea and a nibble on a very tasty biscuit, and they were ready to talk.

"Are you okay?" he asked simply.

She snorted. "No, but I'm not going to do anything silly."

"I was counting on that, but it's good to hear you say it."

"But I don't have any idea what I AM going to do."

"You're twenty-three years old, Cecily. They can't force you to do it. You're free to walk away."

"That sounds so simple, Paul." She sighed. "That may be my only choice, eventually." She looked at her brother. "You don't really understand what I'm going through, do you?"

"We've always been different, Cecily, and I think that's been a good thing. We've been able to compensate for the shortcomings of each other."

"Shortcomings?"

"Perhaps not the best word, but you know what I mean."

"I do, and of course, you're right. You know they are our parents, and I respect them as such. Our father has spent a good deal of time on this and has found someone who will join him in this Byzantine adventure."

"Interesting choice of words. But go on."

"Our father is very practical and sometimes allows his practicality to overwhelm everything else, including others' dreams, wishes, and feelings. It is so sensible, at least to him, that he's unable to understand why anyone would be against it."

"Very true, but this is beyond anything he's ever done before. You know, he reads history all the time, and I think he wraps it around himself and believes he's a part of that history. I could be wrong, but this is dreadful." Cecily shivered at the thought.

"Dreadful, a very appropriate word. Still, there's the walk-away option."

"This is the selfish side of me talking, but there's to be a dowry, of course. I think it includes three hundred acres of farmland. And I think there's something like fifty thousand pounds as well. I'm afraid that if I walk away, there won't be anything for me. I count on the family for everything, and I've only ever done odd work at the farms for which I've gotten paid measly sums. I don't know how I'd survive.

Paul scowled at her, then smiled.

"I know, I know, but if I'm going to walk out into the world to start my life, it would be nice if there was something there to start it with."

This time, he chuckled. "You're right, of course. There's no sense starting life as a pauper."

Cecily closed her eyes and shuddered again.

"You may not be aware of it, but our father worries constantly about the farms and selling what they produce. With you married to Thomas, the Newmans' stores would ensure the sale of his produce."

"I never realized that. Who purchases the produce now?"

"Different distributors, and he's never had trouble selling it all. In fact, its quality allows him to charge a premium. Despite things that I consider to be mismanagement, he does well."

"Sounds like a little paranoia on his part."

"That's probably true, but I have an idea. Actually, it's a friend who might be able to help. His name is Anthony Hopkins, and he's a solicitor, but he'll be just a friend to you and not your solicitor."

Paul was counting on Anthony's ability to build Cecily's confidence and encourage her to create her own solution. He'd already talked to Anthony, who was more than willing to help.

Shall we go back to the house, or do you have other plans?" Paul asked.

"I'm about to make other plans. I'm going to call Priscilla to see if she'll join me for some shopping. If not, I'll shop by myself."

~~~

Paul was walking along the upstairs hall heading to his room when Beth appeared from Cecily's doorway.

"Good afternoon, Beth."

"Oh, hello..." A pause as she looked around, "Paul," she finished.

He chuckled, and she blushed.

"It's difficult to call you Paul," she said.

"As long as our parents aren't around, I'm just Paul. We're friends."

"I'll do my best." She smiled at him, a shy but very beguiling smile.

"Are you busy?"

"I'm always busy," she answered, "or I shall be called out by Lady Ashley."

He chuckled. "Are you doing something currently that can't be interrupted?"

"I was just dusting a bit."

"Good. I'd like to talk with you for a few minutes."

"Sir?" she said, a surprised look on her face.

"I'd like to talk with you about my sister and the problem she currently has."

"Um, I'm not sure ... " Beth looked helpless.

He took hold of her hand, to a wide-eyed look from her.

"Beth, I've been around you, indirectly, it's true, for several years now, and I greatly respect your intelligence and intuition. And Cecily has spoken of those same characteristics often and says you've been a great help to her in the everyday living of her life." He squeezed her hand and released it. "That's why I'd like to talk with you."

"You flatter me, Paul, and I'm not sure I can live up to those things you've said."

"You already have, I assure you. A side issue. I know Father is gone, but I haven't seen Mother.

She's gone too, for about two hours, she said."

"Good. Then we shan't be interrupted."

Beth's turn to smile. "I haven't heard that used in quite a while."

"I'm reading an English novel from the seventeenth century, and it's used quite often there. I guess it's crept into my vocabulary."

He led her to his room and gestured for her to go in, which she did, if hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I'll leave the door open," he added, smiling.

Beth's cheeks pinked.

"I apologize for teasing, but your pink cheeks are very attractive."

Of course, that just increased the blushing. Beth was a fairly tall and slender blonde with a few freckles that seemed to highlight her pale blue eyes. She was always rather plainly arrayed, but despite that, Paul found her to be... interesting.

He lowered his head and smiled. "Just tell me to stop if it gets too bad," he told her. "I can be horrible once I get started.

She'd never talked with Paul like this before, and she surprised herself by enjoying it. He was very unlike his father, who was always stiff and formal. The fact that he was handsome made being with him pleasant as well. She'd watched him from afar and was pleased he'd sought her out this day. And, although she blushed at his teasing, she enjoyed that he did it.

"I don't think I'll need to do that, Paul."

"When we talk like this, you're Beth, and I'm Paul."

Beth smiled and nodded.

"Now, how's Cecily doing?" When Beth didn't answer immediately, he added, "I don't want you to share stories about her, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I understand. She's nervous and upset, and she feels like there's no decision that won't cause problems. I think she was joking, but the other day, she said maybe she should go to America and start over."

"That's a little drastic." He looked at Beth very seriously. "What do you think she should do?"

"I'm just a servant here, Paul. Making decisions like that is not what I do."

Paul took hold of Beth's hand once again, and she didn't resist. "You are not just a servant and never have been. You're an important part of this family, and I don't know what Cecily would do without you. What you think is important to me since you have unique knowledge and contact with my sister that I don't have."

"Thank you. It's good to hear you say that. You can't imagine what it means to me. But I'm a horrible romantic. I read books and stories about romance all the time and dream about it for myself." She looked at Paul. "I probably didn't need to say that. But it affects how I feel about Cecily and what she's going through. I think she should tell Thomas straight out that she doesn't want to marry him. I mean, I think that for her father, it's all about money, and love has nothing to do with it."

"And you think love is important?"

"I'm young and inexperienced, but yes, I do."

He chuckled. "I agree with you despite being my father's eldest child."

"May I ask a question?"

Since Beth had asked, Paul assumed it would be a personal question. "Ask away."

"Was the marriage of Sir Michael and Lady Ashley arranged?"

Paul chuckled. "Yes and no. They were seeing each other secretly when their parents arranged the marriage. So it all worked out well for them."

"Then why is he insisting on this arrangement?"

Paul was happy that Beth was feeling confident enough to ask questions like that. It helped him make a decision that he had been pondering, not for long, but still, pondering.

"I'm not sure I know for sure, but it seems he's very insecure about the future sale of his farm produce and thinks that if Cecily is married to Thomas Newman, the Newman stores will be required to purchase their produce from him, which may or may not be true."

"What are you going to tell her?" Beth asked.

"If she asks, I'll tell her to run. But she has to ask. I have something else in the works, though."

Beth looked curious but didn't ask.

"Now I have a question for you."

"Oh?"

"Tomorrow, when you're through working here, let me take you to dinner."

"Paul?"

"I'd love to do that, Beth, but if you're afraid ..."

"What will your father say?"

"For myself, I'm not worried about what he says. For you, it's very different, and I do appreciate that."

"You asking me that is such a surprise, Paul. I'm trembling, and I'm not sure what I should say."

"What would you say if there were no complications?"

"I'd still be shocked and surprised, but..." She paused and looked to the floor. "I would enjoy having dinner with you is what I would say."

Not an all-out commitment, he thought, but she was in a precarious situation. Still, he had considered doing this for the past two weeks and finally decided to do it. He had to make it work.

"Tonight, we'll meet accidentally at Finigan's and will eat dinner there. What time would you get to Finigan's if you were going there from here?"

"I'm not sure. I've never been to Finigan's."

Paul bit his lower lip, never having considered that possibility. He was going to need help adapting to the differences that would be confronting him.

"I think you have my number in your phone, so text me when you leave the house."

She nodded. "I ride the bus to the tube station, then take the tube home." She smiled. "In the summer, I skip the bus and walk to the tube to save a little." She closed her eyes and wished she hadn't said the latter.

Paul smiled and wondered what he could do to correct that. Maybe in time.

Evening arrived, and Paul made his way to Finigan's, anxious to spend some private time with Beth. He'd been around her for several years, and thought she was attractive, even though she didn't do a lot to enhance it, but had never considered her as a possible love interest. He was certain it had to do with his upbringing. He hoped he could carry it off.

Now, he would be meeting her and hoping it would work out. He wondered if she had a similar experience to his and if her upbringing might be an impediment to any relationship that might develop. There was only one way to find out.

Paul stood outside Finigan's nervously, waiting for the tall, slender blonde to arrive. He didn't wait long as she was striding toward him, a big smile on her face. She leaned near his ear and whispered.

"I can't believe I'm going to be eating at Finigan's. I'm not sure my mum will believe me when I tell her, about the eating or who I was eating with."

"I think you'll enjoy Finigan's, but the most important thing is who you enjoy it with." He gave her his broadest smile.

*There are things I'd like to say, Paul, and if you're patient, I'm sure you'll hear them over time."

Paul turned his head and watched her cheeks redden.

"Come inside," he said, putting his hand on her back to direct her.

Inside, Beth gazed around in awe. The restaurant wasn't plush, but was very beautiful. They were seated.

Paul watched Beth looking around and loved the expressions he was seeing on her face. Finally, her gaze rested on him, and she looked almost embarrassed.

"Are you enjoying it so far?"

"Not a lot has happened yet, but it is exciting."

Paul lowered his gaze and smiled at Beth.

"Are you relaxed and feeling carefree?" When there was no quick response, he added, "Beth?"

"Paul, I'm like a tourist who's landed in Nepal and finds everything beautiful and fascinating but strange and very different, and she's not certain she knows how to react."

"So, you think I'm beautiful and fascinating?" Another smile from Paul.

Beth's mouth dropped open, then her eyes slowly closed. "I'm trying not to laugh, but I don't think I can stop it from happening."

They both began laughing, putting hands to mouths to stifle the sounds. It continued for long seconds until Paul suddenly stood.

"I apologize to all of you. It was a very funny but very personal joke, and we weren't able to control ourselves properly. When you're ready to leave, just lay your bill on our table, and I'll cover it."

"Oh, don't be silly. We enjoyed watching you two laugh. It was wonderfully refreshing," a lady said, nodding to them.

"Same here," someone else said. "It's good to see a young couple talking to each other and laughing rather than just staring at their phones."

"Absolutely," a third gentleman added. "You two are such an engaging young couple, and the laughter was refreshing indeed. Never stop being like that."

"Thank you all," Paul said, "and the offer is still open." He sat down to reassuring murmurs and glanced at Beth. "Do you like what you're hearing?"

"I'm not certain what to say, Paul."

"You're still worried about my father, aren't you?"

"I just don't want to do anything that will damage the relationship between you and your father."

"If we weren't sitting at this table, I'd be hugging you so tightly that you couldn't breathe."

"Paul, I'm lost."

He leaned forward and took hold of both of her hands. "I've been around you for three years, Beth, and it started slowly. At first, you were Cecily's helper. Then I began looking at you and listening to you, and was developing my picture of who and what you are. I began asking Cecily all about you. But, I surprised myself by being afraid, afraid for you, Beth." He stopped and shook his head.

"Your father?"

"Yes, and it angered me. Finally, I said to hell with it, and here we are."

"And you were worried about me?"

"If I were responsible for ruining your life ... I couldn't even think of it."

"And now, you're going to tell me that if I'm too nervous or concerned, I can just say no, and we'll go on with our lives just as we have been for the last two or three years?"

Paul looked at Beth rather sheepishly.

"After what you said to me and about me?" Beth looked like she was about to burst into tears,

"Pardon me," their server said, a big smile on her face. "Are you two ready to order?"

Paul looked toward Beth for guidance as they had ignored their menus.

"Surprise me," she said, hoping what she found on her plate would be edible.

"Let's keep it simple," he said, nodding to the server. "Two twelve-ounce strip steaks, medium, the special chips you serve here, and your vegetable of the day."

The perceptive server realized that food was not the main item on their current agenda. "Very good, sir," she said and disappeared.

"I remember exactly where we were, and no, I can't expect us to go back to the way we were."

He took hold of her hands once again. Let me be honest, Beth. If Father should go totally berserk and dismiss you, he will be dismissing me as well, and I'll replace your earnings."

"I could never ask that, but you'd really do that?"

He squeezed her hands.

"What about Cecily?"

"I believe Father will have to deal with her after dismissing you, and that won't be pleasant for him. I suspect she would be joining us soon after."

Beth leaned back in her chair and gazed around the room. The decorations were not unusual since she worked at the Brassfield home, which was stylishly decorated. However, this wasn't the Brassfield residence; it was Finigan's, and she was there with Paul Brassfield, who'd just said, in so many words, that he was totally enamoured with her.

They sat in silence, gazing at each other and struggling to decipher what the other was thinking. They were interrupted by the arrival of their food and the aromas that went with it.

"Paul, if this tastes anywhere as wonderful as it smells ... " She ended with a big smile.

"I hope you enjoy it."

"I could just sit here and sniff and be happy."

But she wasn't about to do just that. Knife and fork in action, she petitely devoured her food while Paul ate and watched, feeling relieved that many possibilities had been taken care of, the main one being that they'd be doing it all together.

The couples who'd been involved with the laughter episode all stopped by their table to wish them well, and when they were ready to leave, their server informed them that their meals had been covered. Once outside, they joined hands.

"That was wonderful, Paul. I couldn't have imagined."

"Nor I," Paul added.

"Will you walk me to the tube?"

"No?"

A quick look.

"No woman, who I've just kissed, will be taking the tube home."

Her head snapped around, which was what he wanted, and he cradled her cheeks in his hands as their lips met. In a few seconds, they parted. Beth closed her eyes, then opened them. Their eyes met, and much was said in their looks.

"You're insisting on taking me home."

"How else can I kiss you goodnight?"

She grabbed his arm and hugged it against her. She had daydreamed, more likely fantasized, about having a date with the handsome Paul Brassfield. She saw him often when he stopped to talk with Cecily, unaware he was visiting his sister to be near her.

They talked about how they could get together in the next few days until they stopped in front of Beth's house.

"I'm jealous," Paul said, surprising Beth.

"Go on."

"A pleasant home in a lovely neighborhood. I'll bet that when summer comes, everyone is outside talking and doing things together."

"Yes, you're right. We do that."

"Have you ever seen that happen at the Brassfield house?"

"I'm only there during the day, but no, I haven't."

"And you won't. Familiarity isn't appropriate in our neighborhood."

"Paul, I need to share all this with my mum." She looked questioningly at him and, in the darkness, couldn't tell if he was frowning. "She'll ask about where I was this evening, and who I was with. I don't want to fib to her."

He laughed. "Tell her it's a secret, though, and if she leaks it to anyone, I'll be forced to take you away to Australia."

"That would frighten her into maintaining secrecy," Beth said with a chuckle. "Thank you. She'll be as excited as I am."

"And me as well," he added. "Now, give me another kiss, and you can go inside and share with your mum."

It was a warm and very satisfying kiss, tinged with passion but restrained.

"Good night, Beth. Sleep well, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Paul, and drive carefully."

He did drive home carefully, smiling and happier than he'd been for some time. Now, if this thing with Cecile could only work out as well.

~~~

"I'm surprised you've never met Anthony."

"You've talked about him, but I guess he's never been to the house when I was here."

"Well, I think you'll like him. He's very sharp, kind, considerate, and all those other things that make people enjoy being around him. He's a solicitor, but he's just a friend on unofficial duty doing what he can to help you."

"I hope he has some magic in his pocket to make everything happen smoothly and allow my life to move on without obstacles."

"He'll be in his office catching up on a few things. Here's the address, and he'll be waiting for you."

"Thanks for your help, Paul. I hope he has the magic."

"Me too, Cecile."

She drove to the address Paul had given her, left her car in the car park, and went inside to the lift. At the fourth floor, she stepped off and walked along the corridor until she came to the door that read, "Anthony Hopkins, Solicitor." She wasn't sure whether to knock or open the door, but with no sign indicating the contrary, she knocked.

"One moment," sounded from beyond the door.

It opened.

"Cecily? Anthony Hopkins. Won't you come in?"

"It's good to meet you, Mr. Hopkins. Thank you so much for taking the time to meet me."

"Your brother and I have been mates for years, and I hope I can be helpful."

They went on into the second office.

"Before we sit down, Gwyndolyn is off today, which would give us plenty of privacy. I don't know about you, but I hate to spend time in a stuffy office when we could be somewhere else enjoying some sweets and tea or something more substantial if you're up for it."

Cecily looked around and smiled. "This is a beautiful office, but I have to agree with you. As long as it's not an inconvenience, I would love to have some sweets with my tea." She looked at Anthony, who was nicely handsome. Talking with him might be enjoyable.

"Excellent, and if you fancy cheesecake, I have a perfect place to go."

"Mr. Hopkins, you must be a mind reader. Cheesecake is the perfect sweet as far as I'm concerned."

"Miss Brassfield, I'm simply a friend of your brother. Please call me Anthony."

"I'll do that, and once again, thank you for doing this."

"Believe me, it's my pleasure." He'd seen Cecily before when he was visiting Paul, but knew that she probably was not aware of it. He remembered her as a very attractive young lady, and that hadn't changed. He knew he'd enjoy spending time with her.

"There's a shopping centre just down the road, and it has a small shop with cheesecake that I've heard is very tasty. We can walk there in five minutes."

They began walking.

"I was very surprised when Paul described the problem you're having."

"I was surprised, also, when it was revealed to me. There have been many loud discussions in the house regarding it. I've finally given up on that approach."

"Watch the traffic, " Anthony cautioned, taking hold of Cecily's arm.

"Thank you," she said, laughing. "I'm not used to walking where there's traffic. I must get used to being careful."

Anthony laughed. "Good idea since I won't always be around to grab your arm."

"I'm very familiar with shopping centres, though," she said as they came to the door. "I love to purchase and then wear clothing. Don't be surprised if I run off once we're Inside."

Anthony smiled, enjoying the fact that Cecily seemed very relaxed with him, and he hoped the rest of their time together went equally well.

Anthony led her to the small shop, ordered two pieces of cherry cheesecake and a pot of tea. Cecily selected a corner table that would give them a bit of privacy.

Anthony set the cheesecake and the tea on the table, then picked up the cups and returned. They ate, praised the cheesecake, doctored the tea to their preferences, and were finally ready for why they were there.

"Can you give me some background, Cecily? "

She sighed. "I've always known my parents were a bit old-fashioned, but I didn't realize they were two centuries old-fashioned. One day, they announced rather matter-of-factly that they had arranged for my marriage to Thomas Newman. "

"That name sounds familiar. "

"I've known him most of my life and have no interest in being around him, let alone marrying him."

"What's the reason for the arrangement?

"The usual. Business and convenience."

"Business?"

"Father has farms, and Mr. Newman has stores. That's also convenient."

"Wow. Sounds like something you'd read in a novel."

"But it's much worse when it's happening to you."

"How old are you now, if I may ask?"

"Certainly. I'm twenty-two."

"You may well know, but you're free to do as you wish regarding this. Your parents have no legal control but may have psychological and emotional influences."

"I've certainly experienced both of those," she said with a sigh.

"To be certain, you haven't signed any agreements or contracts, have you?"

"Goodness, no," Cecily said, with an almost horrified look on her face.

Anthony laughed. "I was fairly sure of your answer when I asked that. So, I think my next question is, what seems to be holding you back?"

Cecily cleared her throat. "I'm sure you may think it's petty, but money is somewhat of a problem."

"That surprises me."

"It does most people, but I didn't go to university; Father always told me that I didn't need it since I could work for the company, the Farms. There was to be a fifty-thousand-pound dowry, but if he disowns me and tells me to leave the house, there won't be anything. I'll have to rely on Paul or someone else to take care of me."

Anthony took a deep breath. He had only known about Cecily before today, but it seemed amazing that a young lady in her position could suddenly be homeless and perhaps penniless.

"Thank you for sharing that. It's certainly something that I wouldn't have imagined."

"There have been many things in my life that you wouldn't have imagined."

"Paul will still be living at the house. Will he be able to help you?"

"I know he's been saving in anticipation of moving out, so I'll repay everything he gives me."

"Knowing Paul as I do, I doubt he'll want that."

"I'll insist."

"And I'm certain you're a formidable person when you insist."

She laughed. "I can be, yes."

"This cheesecake and tea were excellent, but if you don't have plans for this evening, perhaps we could have dinner together as well." Anthony sent a big smile in Cecily's direction.

"Thank you very much, but I think you've completed what you came here to do, and I thank you again for that."

"I agree, I have. But that's not why I asked you to dinner."

Cecily blinked and eyed Anthony, her forehead wrinkled. "I don't need sympathy either," she said, not smiling.

"I won't entirely rule out sympathy, but that's not at all why I asked you to dinner. I've seen you a few times at your house and always commented to Paul about how attractive you are. I felt a little awkward asking you to go out with me previously, but after today, I don't. So, would you have dinner with me, if not tonight, then another night of your choosing?"

Cecily stared at Anthony, unsure of how to reply. This was certainly not at all how she had expected their time together to end. She wondered about his motive; why was he doing this? She knew she had to respond.

"Anthony, I've said that I appreciate the time you've taken to talk with me, and you've been very helpful. I'm doing fine, and I don't need ... "

"Need what?" he said, still smiling. "Go ahead and finish your sentence."

She sighed. "Pity is such a weak word and has a nuance of hopelessness about it."

"How about empathy, compassion, pathos, sympathy?"

"Yes, those are good words, but, as I said, I'm doing fine."

"Well, those words aren't why I asked you to dinner. You're a very attractive lady, and I find you a bit fascinating and would like to find out more about you. I asked you to dinner simply because of who you are."

That wasn't the response she was expecting. She was vaguely acquainted with Anthony from the few times she'd seen him when he was visiting Paul, and she certainly hadn't expected him to ask her to go out with him.

"Unless, of course, your engagement to Thomas would interfere."

Her mouth dropped open at his words, but the look on his face was unmistakable. She burst into laughter, joined quickly by Anthony. Something about that broke through any barriers she might have been maintaining.

"I'd be delighted to go to dinner with you, and tonight would be fine," she responded.

"As a commoner, I delight in your acceptance and look forward to our evening together."

She laughed again. "I shall constantly remind myself that I am with a commoner, of course, and insist that he maintain his proper place." She could roleplay with Anthony and see where it progressed.

"I shall strive to do exactly that, milady, and please remind me when I fall short."

"It would be best if you not fall short," she cautioned, furrowing her brow.

Anthony bowed. "And what time would be best to arrive for dinner?"

"Seven should be adequate."

Anthony laughed again.

"I'm really looking forward to this, Cecily."

Surprisingly, she was, too. "I think it will be enjoyable, Anthony. Based on today, we seem to get along well." She hoped that would continue.

"I'll walk with you to your car. And please call me Tony."

"Tony was curious about Cecily's decision regarding Thomas Newman, although he was confident he knew what it would be. He wasn't sure he knew what the consequences of her decision might be. She'd told him what she thought would happen, but it was difficult to imagine parents treating a child the way she described. He hoped he could be part of the solution.

At her car, he took one of her hands in both of his. "Looking forward to this evening," he said.

"I am, too," she answered, wondering.

~~~

Cecily's dinner with Tony was exactly what she needed. He was politely curious, refreshing, and had her chuckling, giggling, and outright laughing most of their time together. On the ride home, she laughed as she apologized for giggling so much during dinner. "Not very sophisticated," she explained with another giggle, helped along by two, or was it three glasses of wine?

Tony had met her in the parking lot of a theater since she needed to hide that she was going out with someone, avoiding her father's wrath, at least temporarily.

"Tony, I was wary when you asked me to dinner, but it's been a while since I've been this relaxed and had this much fun."

"Cecily, this has been wonderful. To think that you were so close, and I missed you."

"I know. I thought of that at dinner."

Eyes locked with hers, Tony smiled and leaned closer. Cecily returned the smile and moved as well. They were inches apart, but not for long. Their lips met gently but warmly. They parted slowly.

"Let's exchange phone numbers since I'll want to call you to arrange more evenings like this one."

~~~

And so, things continued at the Brassfield house, Father Michael continuing to badger Daughter Cecile about Thomas Newton, Cecile secretly meeting Anthony as often as possible, and son Paul meeting Beth somewhere away from the house. The two siblings wondered how long the dual charade could continue. Cecily wasn't certain what she would do if the worst happened, but she hoped Tony would help her. They were becoming very close, and she treasured every moment she spent with him and was at the point of looking forward to spending the rest of her life with him. She hoped he was feeling the same.

Cecily had been shopping most of the afternoon and had texted Paul, asking if he could pick her up and take her home, which he was more than happy to do.

"Thank you for the ride. Is everything good with you?"

"It is. How about you?"

"Tony sneaked out of work to have lunch with me."

"I don't think he has to do much sneaking to get out of work for lunch."

"Probably not, but that's what he always says." Cecily chuckled. "Beth keeps me updated on how things are going with you two."

"I hope she doesn't go into excessive detail."

"You'd better be good with that lady. I love her like family."

"She is a very special lady to me as well, and I'm always good," he added with a laugh.

They were at the Brassfield house, and Paul parked the car. They went through the large garage and into the house.

"Cecily?" Michael called, his voice sounding stern.

"Yes, Father. What is it?" She glanced at Paul, who shrugged but followed her to the living room.

"Sit down, please."

Cecily did as instructed, Paul standing close by.

"You, too," Michael said, pointing to Paul, who frowned but sat down next to his sister. "I'm ashamed of both of you."

Paul nudged Cecily gently and cleared his throat. She nodded almost imperceptibly.

"A gentleman came to my office today to tell me he had seen Cecily in a restaurant with a man. He mentioned that they were more than just acquaintances and were very affectionate with each other. Is that true, Cecily?"

"Yes, it is, and before you continue, let me say that I absolutely refuse even to consider fulfilling your arrangement with the Newmans. I'm in love with someone else."

Paul raised his eyebrows. This was the first time his sister had used the L word.

Michael's eyes narrowed. "I will not stand for your defiance. You have made me look the fool to the Newmans." He stood and paced across the room and then back. "Cecily, you've defied me continuously, and I won't tolerate it any longer. You must leave the house."

"Father," Paul said, speaking up. "That isn't fair, and you know it."

"I don't need words from you. I have things to say to you later."

"I'm right here. Say them to me now," he challenged, hoping to deflect his father's attention from Cecily.

"I know that you have been seeing Beth outside of this house, and I'll not have it."

"I think you have no choice in that, Father."

"No son of mine should be going out with a servant."

Paul closed his eyes while gritting his teeth before answering.

"Perhaps that might have been appropriate for the eighteenth or nineteenth century, but not for today. You owe both Beth and me an apology."

Michael laughed. "I've done nothing that requires an apology."

"Obviously, we differ on that, and I think our disagreements are serious enough that it would be best if we part company, both here at home and at the business as well.

"Paul!" Cecily exclaimed as Ashley Brassfield entered the room.

"I heard loud voices. Is everything okay?" She looked from Michael to Paul to Cecily.

"Not exactly," Paul said. "Father has asked Cecily to move out; I have chosen to move out and resign from the business."

Ashley looked at Michael, anger on her face. "What... have... you... done?"

Michael was unused to hearing words like that from Ashley, as well as the tone of voice that accompanied them.

Not wanting to witness or be a part of a confrontation between his parents, Paul said, "Come along, Cecily. Let's pack a few clothes. Mother, we'll come back during the day to gather more of our things."

The two siblings stood and crossed the room to the stairs and went up.

"What are we going to do?" Cecily asked quietly.

"I'm going to do what you'd probably like to do: call Tony so I can stay with him."

Despite everything, Cecily smiled, admitting the truth of what Paul said.

"I'll call Priscilla. She knows what's been going on."

Phone calls and explanations were completed, and suitcases packed. They hurried downstairs and into the garage to Paul's car.

"Do you want to take your car?" he asked Cecily.

"I think I'm too nervous to drive. I'll get it tomorrow."

Paul pressed the button on his dashboard, and the door rose. He backed out and pressed the button again.

I probably won't be doing that much again. Father may even change the code, so I won't be able to get in."

"This is awful," Cecily said, tears on her cheeks.

"Particularly for you, but it was inevitable with Father's intractable position regarding your marriage to Thomas."

"I suppose. I hope this doesn't affect Tony and me."

"It will make you closer, if anything."

Cecily sniffed through a weak smile. "I hope so."

"You need to call Beth and tell her to ignore Father's call dismissing her. She's still employed."

"I hope he doesn't insult her. She's so much more than a servant to me."

"And she may be a sister-in-law soon." Paul thought that might cheer up Cecily.

"Are you serious? How soon?"

"We haven't said anything, so it won't be immediate, but I think you can tell that she's very special to me."

"Very much so. It's odd. The whole time she's been around me, I've wished that she could find someone to spend her life with. Maybe she has."

"I hope so. I'll take you to Priscilla's, and then I'll go to Tony's.

Cecily's phone rang.

"It's Beth. I should have called her earlier. Hi Beth," She said, putting the phone on speaker.

"Your father just dismissed me," Beth sobbed into the phone.

"Beth, this is Paul, and you are still employed."

"I... I don't understand."

"Beth, my father asked me to leave when I absolutely refused to marry Tom. Did Father say anything to you?"

They both could hear audible sniffling.

"It doesn't matter," Beth finally said.

"We're ten minutes from your place and on the way."

"I don't know. My mother is very angry at both of you."

"Beth, what did he say?"

She sighed. "Mother blames you for causing your father to dismiss me, but your father blames me for ruining your life." She avoided quoting Michael.

"Beth, you're still employed. I'll be getting a place for Cecily and me, and you'll be doing just what you've been doing. And I apologize for what my father may have said to you. He's still trying to live part of his life in the eighteenth century and gets angry when others rebel at what he's doing."

"I sort of know that from being at your house, but it did surprise me."

"This is the most selfish side of my father that I've ever seen. For some reason, he's been desperate to secure the partnership with the Newmans. Unfortunately, I was the bargaining chip that he chose to use to accomplish it."

"We're at your door. Beth."

The front door opened, and Beth emerged, dragging her mother by the hand. Paul had seen her twice but talked with her only once. Leah, Beth's mother, saw a huge gap between them due to his pending peerage.

Leah eyed him warily, having heard what he'd said to Beth but instinctively not trusting him.

Paul walked to her and extended his arms, but she looked aghast. He smiled and pulled Beth into his arms.

"Leah Shepherd, I haven't said it aloud before, but this daughter of yours has become the love of my life."

Beth's eyes widened as she heard Paul's words. She looked at her mother, then Paul.

"I love you, Paul," she said, throwing her arms around his neck.

Leah looked on in awe, the idea of her daughter loving and being loved by a man like Paul being nearly beyond her ken.

"I'm so happy for my brother and for Beth," Cecily said as she put her arm around Leah's shoulder. She's like a sister to me and soon will be one."

"We'd better be going, Cecily. Priscilla is waiting to see you."

"Are you spending the night with Priscilla?" Beth asked.

"At least that long," a much more relaxed Cecily answered with a laugh.

"Can you stay here at least for tonight?" Beth asked excitedly.

Leah looked semi-horrified.

"I'd love to," Beth said, "but I understand why your mother might want to postpone it, and I'm fine with that."

"Please, Mum. You'll love her." Beth giggled. "Her rooms at the house are a mess until I clean them."

"Beth, you're revealing my secrets."

"Mum, you'll be able to brag to your friends about your house guest."

That brought a smile from Leah.

"I'll get your suitcase," Paul volunteered.

He was back in two minutes with the suitcase and hugged Cecily.

"Take good care of my sister."

"I always have," Beth replied as Paul pulled her into his arms.

"Now I can say it. I love you."

"I knew you did, but I love hearing it. I love you too."

They kissed very chastity under the circumstances.

Paul left for Tony's, Cecily wishing she could be in both places at once as she watched him drive away. While tonight had happened quite suddenly, it had been expected for a while. And Paul had been planning and was ready to put his plan into motion. He could work out some of the details with Tony.

~~~

"Couldn't you find a way to bring her here, too?"

"You'll see her tomorrow, and thanks for letting me spend the night."

"I guess we're even since you didn't see Beth." He looked at Paul. "Did you?"

"Her mother was very upset, so we stopped to calm her."

"I guess I ended up on the short end," he said. "When will she be available? Any idea?"

"Believe me, she wants to see you just as badly and will tomorrow, I'm certain. How's everything going?"

"As well, as could be expected. The house is purchased with just some papers to be signed. It's cleaned and ready for you to move in. Right now, if you'd like," Tony said with a smile.

"Later, for sure. How about Fenton Farms?"

"Andrew Fenton was anxious for you to work for the farms but was even more excited that you wanted to purchase it. I talked with the two backers, and they were a little hesitant. I told them it was no problem and that I had two more, hoping they dropped out."

Paul's eyes widened.

"No, I didn't, but they signed, confident that you can do it."

"Is that legitimate?"

"Unless I'm forced to take a lie detector test, no one will ever know. "

They had a good laugh over that.

"So, how are you feeling about it now that it's going to happen?"

"I took nearly a day touring Fenton Farms and listening to Andrew talk. It has the potential, just like my father's place has, but my very stubborn father has refused to adopt any of my suggestions. If it's not broken, don't fix it is his motto, but it doesn't account for reductions in efficiency, which he doesn't seem to recognize. I hate that I'll be competing against him, but that's the business I'm familiar with."

"I understand, but ... "

"I tried with him but got nowhere."

"So, are you staying here tonight or at your new place?"

Paul checked his watch. "It's late, and Cecily was anxious to get acquainted with Beth's mother since Beth will soon be her sister-in-law."

"You two know that, but there's nothing firm. Is there?"

"I told her I was in love with her, to her mother's amazement."

"I have an idea. It will take a bit of effort, but I think it will work out well."

~~~

Tony was up early, anxious to get his day going. He texted Cecily, who said she was up and ready whenever he got there. At almost the same time, Paul was texting Beth, making certain she was ready. He also told her that he and Tony would stop for some takeaway for breakfast.

Tony came into the living room of his ground-floor flat.

"I was wondering if you'd be ready. I told Cecily that we'd have takeaway for breakfast. I know a good place to stop."

They left right away, stopping briefly to pick up the breakfast. Minutes later, they were at Beth's house, her mother chagrinned once again at a stranger seeing her house before she could give it a thorough cleaning. Leah had to smile as she watched Beth and Cecily greet the two men. It brought back memories of her life before Beth's father was killed in the accident at the factory.

"Mum, I'm going with them to help Paul move into his new house. Isn't that exciting? I didn't know anything about it, but he's been planning for a day just like yesterday."

Lean smiled and hugged her only child. She knew that Beth would eventually live in the house, and she was excited about that.

"Ms. Shepherd, you're very welcome to ride with us and see the house if you'd like."

"Thank you, Paul," but I have things to do here, and I'll wait till everything is moved in, and it will be a surprise to me."

"The house is furnished, so it's ready for us to move in." Paul caught himself. "Well, ready for me to move in?" He glanced at Beth, who had a huge smile on her face.

When they left to go to the new house, Cecily had an idea.

"Can we go by the old house so I can get my car?"

"I think Father will be at work, so it should be okay. I'm not certain Mum is totally in agreement with Father regarding all of this."

"She's going to miss having the two of us around, I'm certain."

When they arrived at the Brassfield home, Cecily went inside while the others stayed in Paul's car.

"Cecily, honey," Ashley said, hurrying to her daughter and embracing her. "I'm so glad you're here."

"I just stopped by to say hello and to pick up my car."

"Oh, I see. Is it hopeless to ask if there's any way we can change the decisions you and Paul made last evening?"

"Hopeless is such a negative word, Mum, but there's no way we're going to change. Paul had purchased a house with plenty of room for me. And I expect that Tony will soon be asking me to marry him."

"Things have certainly moved fast," Ashley said, a despairing look on her face.

"There was no way I was going to marry Thomas. Paul knew that and prepared for it. His falling in love with Beth was just concurrent with the Thomas thing."

"That was a total surprise to me. I had no idea they were spending time with each other."

"I think he kept it secret because he guessed what Father's reaction might be. They are totally in love, Mum, and it's beautiful to see them together."

"Be sure to tell them to stop by during the day sometime. I'd love to see them together."

"I certainly will," Cecily said, kissing her mother's forehead. "You need to come by and see Paul's house. We're on the way now to see it for the first time. At least Beth and I will be seeing it for the first time."

"Are they here?" Ashley asked suddenly.

"Yes, but Paul thought it best that he stay in the car."

Ashley looked disappointed, but she walked to the door with Cecily and waved to the others in the car. She was thankful that they all returned her wave.

Of course, on the trip to the new house, Beth rode with Paul, and Cecily with Tony. At the house, they went inside, Paul enjoying tremendously opening the door for the first time with the key.

It was not spectacular, like the Brassfield house, but it was neat, large enough to raise a family, and well-decorated, including the furniture.

"Someone had good taste," Cecily said.

"The previous owners were an older man and his wife, and I think she supplied the good taste and he the money to fulfill it."

They toured the entire house; Cecily more than pleased with the bedroom that would be hers. Everything was clean and neat. She wondered what it would be like living in Paul's house and hoped that soon, she'd be living in Tony's house, or at least his flat.

In the hallway, she found Beth moving from room to room and smiling.

"When will you be moving in?" Cecily asked.

"I've not been asked to move in, but if I were ... " Her voice trailed off.

"If you were?" Cecily continued.

"It's all like a dream, and it's happened so fast and is so far beyond anything I ever imagined. Your brother is so good-looking and so kind and considerate. I'm a simple girl and have always been far removed from considering being connected with people like him. I stand here and look at you and this house and wonder if I'm dreaming."

"My brother loves you, Beth, and I can see why. You've been a wonderful friend to me. You're very pretty, and my brother has fallen in love with you. I couldn't be happier for you."

"What about you and Tony?"

"I'll live with Paul until Tony asks me to move in with him. Then, I think I'll do that with no reservations. Tony has helped save me from the nightmare of having to marry Thomas Newman. I'm thankful, and I love him."

Paul suddenly appeared in the hallway. He smiled, seeing his two favorite ladies talking.

"Cecily, I need to tell you that, along with the house, I also purchased Fenton Farms."

Cecily was silent for a moment. "So, that means you'll be competing against Father for the sale of farm goods?"

"Very much so?"

"How's that going to work?"

"I won't know until we start, but I'm expecting to do very well. "

"Can we talk for a moment?"

"Sure. You have lots of questions, I'm certain."

"I do. I've listened to what you've said, and it's puzzled me. We lived together at home, and you worked for Father. Then suddenly, you purchased this house and also Fenton Farms. I'm not a business person, but I know that's a lot of money and ... "

"And you wondered if I've held up a bank or something similar."

She laughed. "No, I just wonder about the money, I guess. You've had me move in here and also told Beth she still has a job."

"Father has paid me well, and I have an excellent financial man who's done well by me in the markets. I've been frugal and saved. Now it's working out."

"I'd like to be able to work to help pay for Beth and myself, but I'm not certain what I can do."

Paul's turn to smile. "I've thought of that," he began, "and there are several Fentons working at Fenton Farms, and I'm certain they'll be leaving once they find I've purchased the business."

"Paul, having you pay me isn't going to be like me bringing in money from outside."

"I have to fill those jobs with someone, and I'll be paying whoever fills those positions. I was hoping it might be you and Beth."

"Let me get Beth and ask her."

"Paul, that sounds exciting," Beth said, "although I'll miss taking care of Cecily the way I have the last several years."

"Now listen," Cecily said with a chuckle, "I'm getting old enough to take care of myself."

"Or to find someone else to take care of you."

Cecily sighed. "That has worked out well, hasn't it?"

Cecily took a while to settle into her room, helped by Beth, of course.

Paul peeked in. "What about the furnishings?" he asked his sister.

"They're different from what I'm used to, but I'm looking forward to enjoying them."

"Are you sure?"

"I am, very much so."

The next morning, Paul went to Fenton Farms to talk to all of the people who would be working for him and two or three he knew wouldn't be. He was introduced by Cedric Fenton, who explained that he had decided to retire early, and he was happy to have sold the business to Paul Brassfield, who had experience with a successful farm.

Paul reviewed his goals for Fenton Farms and the timetable he had established to accomplish those goals. He could tell that people were a little astonished at what he was saying, but he assured them that he had ideas and plans that would accelerate the achievement of the goals.

He met with the two Fentons who'd worked for father and uncle, and both offered their resignation, which Paul accepted. He had a second meeting with other key employees who were anxious to be a part of Paul's ambitious plans for the future. So far, everything was working out well. He'd hoped the Fentons would resign without being asked, and they had. In another Hour, Cecily and Beth would be there to pick up on what they'd be doing, hopefully with some hints from others.

One month later, things were moving along nicely, Cecily having solved most of the mysteries of her job, and the clever Beth had simplified several of the things she was responsible for. Overall, things were improving even faster than anticipated, due largely to Paul's announcement of end-of-year bonuses based on the performance of Fenton Farms.

Paul and Cecily had invited Tony and Beth to dinner. Actually, Tony was to prepare dinner as he had developed into an excellent chef. Paul and Beth had received a list from Tony and had gathered together all the necessary things for the dinner. What Beth and Cecily didn't know was that the men had planned a surprise for the two ladies.

"I'm not sure what it is, Tony, but it smells wonderful."

"Good. I hope you like the taste as well."

Quickly, the very curious Beth was peering over Paul's shoulder.

"What's in it?" she asked eagerly.

Paul knew that one day in their future, Beth would be preparing this dish for him. If he liked it, that is.

"It looks complicated, but it's simple to prepare. It's called Jollof, and it's from Ghana."

"I'm not certain I've ever eaten an African dish.

"Well, you're about to," Tony said with a chuckle. "To start, cut the boneless chicken breasts into bite-sized cubes and marinate them for about ten minutes in a mixture of chopped ginger, garlic, salt, and pepper.

"Next, heat some oil in a heavy pot or Dutch oven, and lightly brown the chicken in batches. Set the chicken aside and use the same pot to sauté the garlic, ginger, bell peppers, and carrots. Add curry powder and let it toast in the pan, as you stir it, for a minute or so. Next, add tomato paste, chicken broth, and raw rice. Mix it thoroughly so the rice is well-coated.

"Put the chicken back in the pot and pour in the rest of the broth and tomato puree. Bring the mixture to a boil. Cover the pot and cook the casserole in a 350º oven for 20 minutes or so. Then, remove it from the oven and add the peas. After that, we'll continue to cook it for another 20-25 minutes until the rice is tender. That should do it."

Beth was obviously concentrating on what Tony was saying.

"Do you have it memorized?" Paul asked with a chuckle.

"I hope so. But you didn't say much about quantities."

"Neither did the Ghanans when I got the recipe."

Beth watched attentively until the Jollof was ready to serve.

They ate, and all four decided it was delicious, if not something they'd want every day. After dinner, things were cleaned up, and they went to the living room.

"It's amazing that the four of us are sitting together in this room. Think of all the events that had to take place for this to happen. The way they happened was unique, and we're the result of that uniqueness. So, Tony and I want to take advantage of that. Ready, Tony?"

Tony stood, and both men reached into a pocket before each dropped to one knee, Tony in front of Cecily and Paul in front of Beth. Two gasps were heard, followed by instant tears on cheeks.

In unison, they said, "Cecily/Beth, you are the love of my life, and I can't imagine going on without you. Will you honor me by becoming my wife?"

Two women threw their arms around their man's neck and sobbed, "Yes."

Beth was holding tightly to Paul, so overwhelmed that she couldn't say what she desperately wanted to tell him.

He kissed her and whispered, "I love you so much."

Beth took a deep breath. "Paul, this has been like a dream. If I'd wished for this to happen, it would have seemed silly."

"I can't wait to see you walking down the aisle toward me, and when you say, 'I do,' my heart will melt. I really never told you, but when I got a chance to see you or talk with you at the house, there was something about you that fascinated me. Afterward, I'd ask myself, Why can't I find a woman like that?" He chuckled. "Then I realized that I had found her, and she was right in front of me. I can't explain the feeling that came over me when I realized that. Then, it was a matter of finding out if you could feel the same thing about me."

"It was a fantasy for me, Paul. You were unreachable, but I loved it when you took the time to talk with me. I never said anything to Cecily for fear that she'd laugh at me and think me silly. Then, when your father dismissed me, I felt like my whole world had crashed around me, and you would dismiss me as well. I apologize for feeling that way. You'd never said or done anything that would make me think that."

"And I apologize to you for what my father must have said to you, even though you won't tell me what it was.

I

"There's no need. He's your father."

"You're amazing, and that's why I love you.

Meanwhile, Tony and Cecily were also talking.

"You know," Tony said, "you live here with Paul, Beth has her mother, but I'm all by myself in that lonely apartment." He finished his speech with a pouty look.

"Awww," Cecily said, drawing out the word. "Do you have a solution for that situation?"

"Well, I just proposed to a beautiful lady, and she would be the perfect solution to my problem."

"But that would leave Paul by himself."

"It's up to him to find a solution to that problem." Tony chuckled, glancing at Paul and Beth.

When Tony's gaze fell on her again, Cecily recognized the hopeful expression.

"My mother and father wouldn't approve, but I'll compromise with you. Some nights, it just might be more convenient to spend the night at your apartment than risk driving me here. You know, the wine or other adult beverages we may have consumed."

"I believe I can accept that compromise. Shall we experiment with it this very night?

It suddenly struck Cecily what saying yes would likely involve. She was a virgin, and she was certain Tony would like to change that within the next few hours. She knew that both of them would like for the wedding to take place within three months, so she wasn't stealing much time from her virgin status. She was more concerned with what she was supposed to know. But Tony was waiting.

"I love you. You're precious, and I will treat you as I would fragile porcelain."

"That sounds beautiful," she said. "I can barely wait for that to happen."

"I take that as a yes, then."

"Yes, and so it's official, let me gather my toothbrush and a few other things to take with me." She leaned closer to Tony and kissed him, then jumped up and hurried upstairs.

"Does that mean what I'm guessing it does?" asked a surprised Paul.

"I think so. It's a trial, you know."

"I suspect that the trial period will end rather quickly, don't you, Beth?"

"I think she's very happy," Beth said, nibbling her lower lip and glancing at Paul. If Cecily really left, that would leave her and Paul alone in the house. She saw the smile on Paul's face, and a tingle ran through her. She knew that if she called her mother and said she was spending the night here, her mother would bless it with all her heart. But she'd wait for words from Paul.

Cecily was back downstairs with a small carrying bag. She kissed Paul on the cheek and gave Beth a hug, whispering, "Good luck," as she did. Tony called good-bye, and they were gone.

"As fate has ordained, the woman of my dreams is here in my house, and we're alone." He moved closer to Beth. "I have an idea," he said.

"What's that?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Perhaps a call to your mother would be in order," he suggested.

"And what will I tell her?"

"That I proposed to you this evening, and you hate to see Paul have to go out so late to drive you home. So, you believe it would be best if you stayed here tonight."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "I wanted to hear you say it."

"You're not obligated to do it, you know."

"My mother would put me over her knee and spank me if I refused," she replied with a smile.

"I might be able to take care of that for her," Paul said with a wink.

The call was quick and effective, and after Beth told her mother about Paul's proposal and the cheers and clapping had ended, she was totally in step with Beth spending the night. She even giggled when she told Beth to "Have a good time."

Beth put the phone on a table and looked at Paul. She was about to spend the night with the son of a Baronet who would one day be that Baronet. And he was walking toward her.

"Beth, you are gorgeous, and I'm the very fortunate man you've picked. I do have a new toothbrush and toothpaste for you, but no pajamas that fit you. Sorry," he added with a big smile.

Paul wrapped his arms around Beth, hugged her tightly, and then kissed her. They'd kissed before, but this time it was different somehow. His tongue probed and danced with hers, the tiny sounds coming from her throat spurring his passion.

He untucked her blouse and slid both hands inside, gently rubbing her back.

"Warm, soft, and so smooth," he murmured, kissing her ear.

Beth closed her eyes and savoured his touches and kisses. She felt one of his hands touch her bra strap and sucked in her breath. Would it happen? Did she want it to happen? Her answer was to untuck his shirt, both hands rubbing his back. She kissed his ear, then watched as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside.

He didn't say anything, but she wondered if it was a hint to her. She'd never been particularly brave or adventurous, but she'd never been engaged to a Baronet before. That he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her could overcome the reluctance she might have. If he could do that, she could gather her courage and ...

She unbuttoned her blouse, took it off, and tossed it on top of his shirt. If he wanted more off, he'd have to do it himself, and he'd get no resistance from her. It took even less time than she'd imagined.

"I'm topless and you're not. That doesn't seem fair."

He reached around her and, a little awkwardly, unfastened her bra. He took hold of the tiny straps and pulled them off her shoulders. The bra joined the shirt and blouse.

She watched his eyes stay fixed on her breasts for long moments. Then they rose to meet hers. "I think perfect is a word that I use often when referring to you, but it applies more than ever at this instant."

He bent and kissed her left breast, then her right. One nipple was in his mouth, and Beth's head went back as he sucked and nibbled gently with his teeth. When he did the same with the other nipple, she was breathing so hard she was afraid she might faint. He hugged her so that her breasts were flattened against his bare chest.

"Paul, I love you," she whispered breathily, caressing his bare back. She felt his hands on her back, and they moved lower until they slid past the waistband of her shorts. For the first time, Beth took the lead. She unfastened the shorts and let them drop to her ankles, exposing a pair of pink panties.

Now Paul's hands were inside the panties, caressing and squeezing her delicious butt cheeks.

"This isn't fair, you know."

A questioning look from Paul.

"Now I have on less than you do."

Paul smiled and unfastened his pants and stepped out of them. He was wearing a brand new pair of plaid pants, which bore a large protrusion in the front.

Beth's eyes widened. She'd heard but never seen, and the bulge in Paul's pants seemed immense. She knew what would inevitably take place tonight, and she prayed she could handle it.

Paul had been on his knees in front of Beth not long ago, and when he was there again, she wondered what would happen next. When he tucked his forefingers into the waistband of her panties, she knew what it would be. In five seconds, she was naked, Paul's face just inches from her most private place. She knew it was her turn to say things weren't even, but the feel of Paul's breath against her muff has her mesmerized.

Paul moved closer to the blonde curly hair, allowing it to tickle his nose. He nuzzled it and heard a quiet moan. He began probing with his tongue.

"Paul," she gasped as his tongue parted her labia. She felt his hands on her ass, a word she'd never used before but seemed to fit what was happening.

He pulled her against his face, his tongue probing more until her body jerked and she squealed. He'd found that pleasure nub, and as his tongue flicked over and over, Beth was afraid she couldn't stand it or stand up. She grabbed his head for balance, which only pressed him tighter against her.

Beth felt as though she was about to burst into flame. She'd never experienced anything close to the feeling that were centered where Paul's tongue was at work, but they radiated to her fingers and toes and every other part of her body. She'd orgasmed before, a few times when she'd masturbated after a difficut day in order to have some pleasure and to relax, but she'd never felt anything like what she was feeling today.

The musky aroma that was filling his nostrils was driving him to keep his tongue working even faster, and it was having its effect. Beth's moans were growing louder, and her body movements were causing him to grip her butt cheeks even tighter. Suddenly, there was one long moan, and her body began almost to vibrate. Her spasms were a series of mini-spasms within a longer full-body spasm.

It was thunder and lightning, and it kept going until she thought she might break into pieces. Finally, they stopped, and she collapsed on top of Paul, not certain she could still breathe.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rearranging her so he could see her face.

"I want... to do... that," she gasped, "every... day for the... rest of my life."

"I would love to hear and feel that from you every day of the rest of our lives."

After long moments during which she repeatedly kissed Paul, he noticed her eyeing his brightly plaid pants, the large bulge still very prominent.

She licked her lips. Is that me?" she asked.

"I'm certain it must be."

"Well?" he said, anxious for her to explore. He wasn't certain what she might do.

"I love that plaid, but I'd really like to see it on the clothing pile over there."

"What do you suppose could make that happen?"

Beth knew she was far out of her comfort zone, but she was not about to slow down now.

"Stand up."

He stood, hoping he knew what was going to happen.

My turn," she said, dropping to her knees.

Paul took a deep breath and gazed down past Beth's head to her gorgeous breasts with their very erect nipples. It was just then that he felt her grasp the waistband of his pants and begin to slide them off. She carefully lifted them over his erection.

He couldn't see her face when she said, "I knew it got bigger, but this is a lot bigger." Paul stepped out of his pants as her hand grasped his penis.

"It's hot," she said, squeezing it.

"That's because of you," he replied, hardly able to wait for what was about to happen.

Beth stared at the erection and was fascinated. She'd listened to some of her friends brag about what they'd done to and with their partners, and she'd listened as carefully as she could without a great deal of background Knowledge to help her.

"It's throbbing," she said and kissed the bright red head.

"Don't stop there," he said.

She glanced up and met his eyes.

"How about this?" she said as she slid her lips over the head and caressed it with her tongue. She saw Paul move and felt the erection slide deeper into her mouth. She knew more of that was what he wanted, so she pulled it deeper until it touched her throat. Paul's long groan told her that's what he wanted, so she began making it happen, and Paul was helping. One of her friends had talked about beingbut it hadn't meant much to her until this very moment. She put her hands on his butt to encourage him.

It didn't take much encouragement for Paul to begin to pump his hips. Beth's mouth and tongue were warm and accepting, and he could hear the small noises Beth occasionally made. He held onto her blonde hair, ready to explode with pleasure.

"Coming," he gasped.

Beth had an idea of what was about to happen from the talk her mother had with her a few years ago. She released him and grabbed hold with her hand just as the first stream hit her face, and then the second as well, before she pointed it at her chest for the last few streams. Paul's loud groans accompanied each spurt.

"I'm sorry," he gasped, his heart pounding.

Beth just looked at him as she smeared his cum over her breasts, chest and belly. "That's you," she said, "and I love it."

Paul dropped to his knees and kissed her. "Where did you come from?"

"I'm not certain where I came from, but I'm thankful I went to the Brassfield house."

"I am, too, Beth." He took a deep breath. "Let's go take a shower."

He stood and helped Beth, and they headed for the bathroom.

"Are you allergic to any soaps?"

"Not that I know of," she answered with a giggle.

"Are you allergic to someone else washing you in the shower?"

"I was only four or five the last time it happened, so I'll have to find out."

"I'm very anxious to help you find out," Paul said, patting Beth's bare ass.

"I wonder what Cecily and Tony are doing?" Beth asked innocently.

Paul laughed. "Why don't you call them and check?"

Beth's cheeks glowed red.

"You know that you two will be sharing about it in the next two or three days."

"You're probably right," she said, then added, "Oh my gosh. It's really happening."

Paul turned on the shower. "You can adjust it."

"It's your shower."

"And it will soon be yours."

She smiled and adjusted the temperature until she was satisfied, distracted by Paul's constant touching of various parts of her body, which often produced squeals and giggles.

"Is this too hot?"

"No, it's just right, but it will be much hotter when you get in."

"Paul, can't you be serious for even a moment?

"I'll try, Beth," he said, a serious look on his face. "Moment's over," he added quickly, and slipped his hand between her legs.

She squealed and jumped into the shower. Paul followed quickly and closed the glass door. His bathroom had a walk-in shower, while the other bathroom had a tub.

Paul pulled a washcloth from the rack and began to carefully wash Beth's face, kissing each cleaned spot.

"The rest doesn't require a washcloth," he said as he squirted liquid soap on her chest. He began rubbing her breasts, squeezing and caressing them over and over.

Breathing deeply, Beth said, "Shouldn't you wash other places as well?"

"Good idea. Where would you suggest?"

Beth hadn't expected that response, and she didn't know how to answer. "Your choice."

Paul quickly turned her around and patted her ass. A squirt of soap and his hands went to work right there. He made small sounds the whole time, finally sliding his finger down her butt crack to her pussy. A few rubs to her clit, and he knew she was ready for anything.

"Put your hands against the wall," he whispered, "and spread your feet apart."

She did as he instructed.

Paul stepped in behind her, reached around to spread her, and slowly guided his now rock-hard erection inside of her. A long and low moan accompanied his insertion until he was completely inside her. He pulled out, then pressed in again, followed by two more of the same as Beth continued to moan.

He withdrew completely and kissed her neck. She turned her head.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

"Let's dry off and get in bed."

Beth didn't say anything more and quickly dried herself and went to the bed where Paul slid in beside her.

"I need to apologize. I should have waited for the bed since this is your first time."

"Don't apologize, it was amazing. You wanted me so badly that you couldn't wait another second, and it was wonderful. I'll remember it for the rest of my life."

"Really?" Beth was full of wonderful surprises that he never could have expected. She was almost instinctive with her sexuality, and he was anticipating more surprises in the days and weeks, indeed, the months and years to come.

"Yes, and you'd have stayed there in the shower with me if you weren't afraid I'd get pregnant."

"Exactly, and now I can't wait another second." He opened the drawer in the side table, pulled out the small shiny packet, and tore it open. The condom was rolled on in seconds, and when he looked, Beth was ready and waiting, her legs spread very wide.

"Make love to me," she said softly, extending her arms.

Paul didn't need any further encouragement, and in a few seconds was inside her again. He began moving, savoring the feelings of pleasure that filled his body. It didn't take Beth long to match his rhythm, her hips banging his with each of his thrusts.

She murmured over and over, "I love you, I love you." It perfectly expressed how she felt. Plus, in the talk, her mother had told her that sex could be painful and unpleasant. She had been wrong, as this was the most wonderful experience of her life with the most wonderful man in the world, who suddenly stilled and groaned. She could feel his erection pulsating inside her, a throbbing that caused her to moan loudly.

Paul put his arms around Beth and rolled over so that she was on top.

"I don't know if I'm supposed to ask, but was it good?"

"You're so refreshing. Would you like a grade?"

"Oh, Paul, I don't know." She hoped he was teasing.

"Well, I'll start with AAAAA and maybe a few more when I recover a little."

"You're silly," she said.

"How about you?"

"I had no idea what to expect, but it was wonderful, and I can hardly wait to do it again. And any other new things we may want to try."

"That's good to hear. If you moved in here with me, it would be simple for it to happen quite often." He smiled when he said that.

"It would be awkward living here with you and Cecily, too."

"I think, after tonight, that Cecily will be more than happy to move in with Tony>"

"If she does that, then I'll move in here."

"Let me send a text to Tony." He typed carefully on his phone, Let's have breakfast in the morning.

Sounds good if I'm able. Your sister is quite a woman.

Paul showed the response to Beth, and she laughed.

In bed together, they cuddled and were soon asleep.

~~~

They met for breakfast as planned, Tony suggesting the hotel, which had no menu but could prepare nearly anything you might want. Greetings were exchanged, but each seemed to be eyeing the other three with a questioning look.

When they were seated, both men ordered coffee while the women opted for tea. They sipped in silence for a moment before Paul laughed.

"Has something happened that's caused all of us to lose our voices? I think it would be a time to talk about what's been happening."

"Paul!" Beth said, rolling her eyes.

Cecily giggled.

Tony said, "Should we tell them what we did last night, Cec?"

"I doubt that it will ever happen again if you just blurt it out," Cecily replied with a laugh.

"My mouth is sealed."

"Oh, it must have been good, then."

Cecily's cheeks were bright pink as the waitress returned to take their order. When she was gone, Paul cleared his throat.

"We can giggle later, but Beth and I have something serious to discuss." He glanced at her. "She would like to move in with Cecily and me."

Cecily smiled at Tony. "I'm certain the nighttime noise would be unbearable, so I'll just move to Tony's."

That seemed to open things up a little, and there was a bit of whispering and a lot of laughing. Tony was not a sexual newbie, but the other three had decided that sex was something that could and would make their lives more exciting and fulfilling as well.

Breakfast over, the ladies said they'd like to do some shopping, but Paul and Tony knew they simply wanted to hide somewhere and share experiences.

"I could barely believe it when you said that Beth wanted to move in with you. Cecily was worried about leaving you alone when she moved to my apartment. I'm certain she'll talk with Beth, but she'd love to have a dual wedding in no more than two months."

"Wow, what a change for Cecily. It wasn't long ago that she was facing an unwanted marriage to Thomas Newman. Now, she's totally in love."

"I'm blessed that she's in love with me. And I love to watch Beth when we're together. It's simple to see that she's coming to grips with living a dream, an unexpected dream for sure."

"I hope I can wait two months to have her as my wife."

"I think it will be well worth it for both of us."

Epilogue

Lady Ashley Brassfield was quickly and passionately involved in planning the double wedding that would involve her son and daughter, this despite the fact that Michael periodically raged at her for doing it. She and Michael acted so differently in the way they confronted the situation. Michael declared that he would not attend, nor would he bless either union.

"Michael, they're your son and your daughter. Cast aside your pettiness and enjoy the day."

"I have a daughter who's defied me and a son who's marrying far beneath his station, an embarrassment to his family. I won't be a part of it."

The brides and grooms all wondered why Ashley stayed with Michael, but that never seemed to be a question. They also wondered why Michael didn't seem to object to Ashley's working on the wedding, but he didn't.

The wedding was unique, with each bride and her attendants having their turn to process down the aisle. The ceremony applied to both, except when names were used. Each bride and groom processed individually with their attendants, with Cecily and Tony leading on the way in and Paul and Beth going out first.

In the receiving line, Cecily was astonished to see Thomas Newman coming toward her. He was introduced to Tony and congratulated both of them, telling Cecily that he had known her for years and it was the least he could do to wish her well for the future. His father and mother had received an invitation but had chosen not to attend.

Three months after the wedding, Beth announced that she was pregnant, beating Cecily by two months. The first cousins, not surprisingly, were best friends and did everything together, that helped along by their parents living just a block apart.

Although he expected it to happen while not many others did, Fenton Farms was doing extremely well with a fifty percent increase in sales in the first year, most of it taken from Brassfield Farms. Paul didn't set out to steal business from his father, but that was the business he knew, and he knew it well. He'd planned for it to happen at Brassfield Farms, but his father had prevented it by his obstinacy.

Even after a year, Beth was still on a cloud. She had money to spend on clothing, food, and entertainment, something she had missed before she married Paul. That, plus the love she received from him, gave her a life she'd never imagined as a youngster.

And Cecily, the catalyst for everything that had happened, had survived the scheme her father had created, avoiding marriage with Thomas Newman and finding Tony almost by accident. And, in possibly the strangest thing of all, Cecily's best friend, Priscilla Butler, revealed that she had been dating and was now engaged to Thomas Newman, who she revealed was a kind and caring gentleman.

Therefore, except for Michael Brassfield, it could be said, "They all lived happily ever after."