11: Wedding rings

Ethan's POV

I got Camella settled into bed, watching as she drifted off to sleep after eating again. I couldn't help but gaze at her, taking in the sight of her black hair spread out on the pillow, her soft face relaxed in slumber.

For a moment, I forgot about my plans, my schemes, and just enjoyed the peacefulness of the moment. But as I stood there, I knew I couldn't afford to get too caught up in emotions. I had to think, had to plan.

I left the room, closing the door softly behind me, and made my way to the study. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and sat down, my mind racing with thoughts.

I needed to marry Camella, to seal this. I didn't know how long her memory loss would last, and as nice as it had begun to seem, I needed to take advantage of every chance before it ended.

I thought back to our past, to the way she had hated me, feared me. I couldn't let that happen again. I had to make sure she was tied to me, bound to me in every way possible.

I took a sip of my whiskey, my mind working overtime. I would need to move quickly, to make arrangements for a wedding before she regained her memories.

But as I sat there, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was taking advantage of her, that I was using her vulnerability for my own gain.

I pushed the thought aside, telling myself it was necessary. I had to secure my position, my power. And if that meant using Camella, then so be it.

But as I looked out the window, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would Camella ever forgive me for what I was about to do? Or would she hate me forever? And why do I care so much?

Camella's POV

I woke up to the heavenly aroma of coffee and breakfast, my stomach growling in anticipation. As I sat up, I saw Ethan standing in front of me, holding a tray and greeting me with a warm smile.

"Good morning," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I reached for the tray, happy to see my usual favorite breakfast - pancakes, bacon, and fresh fruit. But as I looked down, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat - a small, elegant ring sitting next to my plate.

I was shocked, my mind racing with questions. What was this? Why was he...

Before I could even process my thoughts, Ethan put the tray down, picked up the ring, and asked, "Will you marry me?"

My heart stopped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Marriage? Was he serious? I looked at him, searching for answers, but his face was calm and serene, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

"...yes.." I whispered, "Yes!"

Ethan's POV:

I couldn't help but feel a sense of elation as Camella accepted my proposal. I smiled, trying to contain my excitement.

"Finish up, I'll get everything ready," I told her, trying to sound calm.

"Ready? Wait, is it happening today?" She asked.

"Yes…don't you want it to?"

She paused and looked at me, those cornflower blue eyes twinkling, "I do but the dress.."

"I'll handle it, just wait for me."

I kissed her and quickly showered and got dressed, my mind racing with all the things I needed to do. I went outside and pulled out my phone, dialing my butler's number.

"Jenkins, I need you to get a few things for me," I instructed him. "Clothes and shoes, in my size and Camella's. Make sure they're comfortable and stylish."

I paused, thinking about the wedding dress. "The dress needs to be perfect. I want a heart-shaped neck, a flared skirt, and a long train with daisies embroidered on it. And Jenkins, it has to be stunning."

I could almost hear Jenkins' raised eyebrow on the other end of the line, but he remained silent.

"Oh, and get a suit for me too. Black, tailored, and impeccable. And make sure the marriage certificates are ready to be signed."

Jenkins cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

I could tell he was taken aback by my specific requests, but he didn't ask any questions. He knew better than to question my instructions.

I hung up the phone, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Everything was falling into place. I would make sure that Camella had the perfect wedding, and that our marriage was off to a great start.

As I waited for Jenkins to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I don't even know why.

This was really happening… I was getting married to Camella today.

Jenkins arrived in a pickup truck, loaded with everything I had requested. He got to work, arranging a makeshift aisle in the backyard with flowers and a stage for the two of us. I was impressed by his efficiency and attention to detail.

As Jenkins worked, I went to the field to pick daisies. Camella's favorite. I don't know why wanted everything to be perfect for her. As I picked the daisies, I couldn't help but think about how much my life had changed. Just a few days ago, I was worried about Camella's memories returning, about her hating me again. But now...now I felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we could start anew. Or something.

I looked up and saw Jenkins watching me from afar, a curious expression on his face. I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. He's a good guy. Loyal and will be rewarded as such when this is over.

I finished picking the flowers and headed back to the cottage, my heart full of excitement and nervousness.To think I avoided this a long time ago and was now eagerly planning towards it.

When I returned, Jenkins had finished setting up. The backyard looked beautiful, with a stunning floral arrangement and a delicate stage. And the dress...oh, the dress. Jenkins had gotten it exactly as I had described, with a heart-shaped neck, a flared skirt, and a long train with daisies embroidered on it. It was breathtaking.

"Jenkins, you've outdone yourself," I said, my voice filled with gratitude.

He smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "I'm glad you like it, sir."

"Oh, and the cake?" I asked, trying to sound calm.

"That is going well, sir," he replied, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "I have given Lady Camella her dress."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Jenkins. I'll go get her now."

I walked into the cottage and headed for the room she was in. I knocked on the bedroom door, my heart racing with excitement. "Camella, it's time," I said, trying to sound calm.

She opened the door, looking surprised. "Already?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

I nodded, smiling. "Yes, everything is ready. Jenkins has done an amazing job."

She nodded, and I could see the excitement building up inside her. "Okay, I'll get dressed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I waited outside the room, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, she emerged.

I was stunned. She was so beautiful, her hair styled perfectly, her blue eyes shining like sapphires. The dress...oh, the dress. It fit her like a glove, accentuating her curves, her beauty.

I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. I just stood there, staring at her, my heart overflowing with…with…oh, heavens.

Camella smiled, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. "You like it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, still unable to speak. I took her hand, leading her to the backyard, where Jenkins was waiting for us.

As we walked, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was perfect, in every way. And she was mine.