33 Elizabeth Francais (1/2)

Lizzy had been sitting down and gobbling food quite sometime now together with Lyndon. They were happily catching up with the past few years they haven't seen each other.

In her face its evident that she is very delighted of how accommodating Lyndon to her. She glances to him from time to time while sipping the tea.

”So, when's the wedding?” she finally ask when the atmosphere seems not so tense.

”January.” his short reply.

”Date?” she inquired.

”You will come?” he asks instead of answering.

”If you'll invite me.” she hardly smile.

”Sure. I get you one invitation when we finalize everything.” he said.

”Thanks.” she smiled at him.

***

Behind those smiles at him, is pain. She hardly contained the pain she is feeling at this very moment. She smiled at Lyndon but that smile is not a smile at all. It did not reach her eyes. She really wanted to cry and beg Lyndon not to marry that woman. But her pride won't let her do so. She couldn't portray to be love sick in front of the man she adored for how many years.

Being born in the family of aristocrats in France, she had everything in life she wanted but not the man she longed.

Before, all she can do was to keep the pests away from him and keep him to herself.Now that Lyndon decided to marry, she finally had a resolution to at least let him know her feelings before she give up on him.

”Lyndon.” she called.