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“Would you look at that, Owen! Your first proper snow!” Lauren exclaimed as she pressed her nose against the frosted windowpane, her breath leaving a transient mist on the glass. Little Owen, nestled in her arms, gurgled and waved his tiny hands, his wide blue eyes reflecting the sparkling white landscape outside.
Andrew, leaning on the doorframe with an indulgent smile, watched the two most important people in his life with a heart so full it could burst. “He seems quite taken with it, doesn’t he?” he said, stepping into the room, the wooden floor creaking softly under his weight.
“Indeed, he does. Just like his father,” Lauren replied, turning to give Andrew a soft peck on the cheek. “I believe he’s ready for his first Christmas adventure at Newmarket’s. Lord Newmarket will be thrilled to play the doting godfather.”
The mention of Lord Newmarket brought a twinkle to Andrew’s eyes. “Ah, to think our dear friend insisted on that title. He’s rather smitten with young Master Owen.”
Their conversation was gently interrupted by the arrival of Mrs. Henry and Clayton, carrying trays laden with warm mince pies and spiced cider. The pair had found a new beginning in Lord Newmarket’s employ, their loyalty and steadfastness rewarded after the tumultuous downfall of the Duke of Vallance.
Clayton, setting down the tray, chuckled. “The entire household is abuzz with preparations. His lordship has been looking forward to this Christmas gathering more than any other.”
Mrs. Henry, ever the maternal figure, added, “And rightly so. This house hasn’t seen such joy since—well, since before all that unfortunate business with the duke.”
Lauren nodded, her thoughts drifting to the late Duke of Vallance. “It’s a somber tale, his end. Lost to despair and drink after his fall from grace. It serves as a grim reminder of how fleeting fortune can be.”
Andrew wrapped an arm around Lauren, pulling her close. “Indeed, but let us focus on the brighter side of life now. We have much to be thankful for—our family, our friends, and a peaceful home.”
“Absolutely,” Lauren agreed, resting her head against Andrew’s shoulder. “And I’m particularly thankful for the fresh start Lord Newmarket has given to Mrs. Henry and Clayton. They’ve become quite indispensable to him, haven’t they?”
Clayton smiled wistfully. “His lordship has been more than generous. We’ve found a sense of purpose again, and for that, we are ever grateful.”
The room filled with a comfortable warmth, not just from the crackling fire but from the shared camaraderie and the festive spirit that enveloped them all. Laughter and light chatter soon resumed as they made their preparations to depart for Newmarket’s grand estate, where the Christmas festivities would be held.
As they wrapped Owen warmly, Lauren felt a surge of contentment. Their small family, joined by friends who were as dear as kin, was set to enjoy the season of goodwill in the true spirit of renewal and hope. This Christmas was not just a celebration of the holiday, but of new beginnings and lasting bonds. And as the snow continued to fall gently outside, blanketing the world in white, it seemed as if nature itself conspired to give them a perfect start to their festivities.
The crunch of carriage wheels on fresh snow heralded the arrival of yet more beloved guests to the festive gathering at Lord Newmarket’s grand estate. Andrew, holding Owen snugly in his arms, stepped out into the crisp air to greet his parents, who had made the unexpected journey from their vineyard in Italy.
“Mother! Father! What a delightful surprise!” Andrew exclaimed as he embraced them both warmly.
“We wouldn’t miss your first Christmas with Owen for all the vineyards in Tuscany,” his father declared, his eyes twinkling with joy as he peeked at his grandson wrapped in a thick wool blanket.
His mother, always elegant, smiled softly and kissed Andrew on the cheek. “The vineyard can wait. We needed to see our family. Besides, we bring news from home—and a bit of gossip that might interest you.”
Inside, by the roaring fire, the family gathered with steaming cups of cider. Andrew’s mother unfolded her tale with a hint of drama that only added to the festive spirit.
“Abigail is still unmarried,” she began, causing a slight stir among the listeners. “It appears she wants nobody but Andrew, despite her prolonged stay in the convent in Ireland. The poor girl is still holding on to a lost cause.”
Andrew shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “Well, I hope she finds happiness someday, with someone who can return her affections. She’s not permitted to return just yet—it’s clear she needs more time away.”
Lauren reached over and squeezed his hand, her gaze full of understanding and support. “Let’s hope she finds peace. We certainly have found ours.”
As the conversation drifted towards lighter topics, Bell and Emily entered, holding hands and sharing news of their own forthcoming joy. Emily’s cheeks glowed with health, her pregnancy suiting her beautifully.
“We’re expecting our first child next spring,” Emily announced proudly, her eyes shining with happiness.
The room erupted in cheers and congratulations as Emily and Bell received hugs and well-wishes from everyone present. Lauren leaned over to Emily and whispered, “You’ll be a wonderful mother.”
“Thank you, Lauren. We’re over the moon. It feels like our family is growing just at the right time,” Emily responded, her hand resting affectionately on her slightly rounded belly.
As the evening wore on, the conversation flowed as freely as the wine. Stories were exchanged, laughter filled the air, and the warmth of family and friendship enveloped everyone. Lord Newmarket, joining the festivities, raised his glass in a toast.
“To family, to friends, and to new beginnings,” he declared. “May the coming year bring us as much joy as we have found in each other’s company tonight.”
Everyone echoed his toast, clinking glasses under the soft glow of candlelight. The bonds that tied them all together felt stronger than ever, reinforced by shared joys and mutual support.
Outside, the world lay hushed under a blanket of snow, but inside, the hearts of all gathered were warm with the love and camaraderie that defined this special Christmas. The night promised more memories to cherish, as the old year waned and they stepped forward together into the new.
As the evening progressed, the sounds of merriment filled the halls of Lord Newmarket’s stately home, but amid the jovial atmosphere, Lauren noticed something quieter, a subtler interaction that piqued her curiosity. Clara, the maid who had remained under Newmarket’s employ, moved through the crowd with her usual grace, but her glances often lingered on Lord Newmarket, who returned them with an unmistakable warmth in his eyes.
Lauren, watching this exchange from across the room, leaned closer to Andrew and whispered, “Do you see that? Between Clara and Lord Newmarket?”
Andrew’s gaze followed her nod, observing the pair for a moment before he replied, “Indeed, it seems there might be a fondness there. But surely, Newmarket knows better than to—”
“Than to what, love? Involve himself with someone from his own staff?” Lauren interrupted gently, a knowing smile curving her lips. “Perhaps he sees something beyond her station, much like you did with me.”
Andrew chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the music filling the room. “I suppose I have no ground to stand on in that regard,” he conceded. “And who am I to judge, if they find happiness in each other?”
Lauren nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. “Exactly, my dear. Love often writes its own rules, does it not?”
As the couple returned their attention to the festivities, the evening continued with a lively dance. The musicians played a spirited tune, and the guests were soon swept up in the dance. Lord Newmarket, ever the gracious host, took to the floor with Clara for a dance. Their movements were reserved but harmonious, suggesting a deep and comfortable familiarity.
Watching them, Lauren felt a surge of happiness for Clara, who had suffered her own trials in the past. She remembered the days when fear and uncertainty shadowed Clara’s features, now replaced by a quiet contentment. It was a transformation that spoke of safety and perhaps, love.
As the dance ended, Newmarket led Clara to the sidelines and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh, her eyes lighting up with sheer joy. It was a private moment, yet it spoke volumes to anyone paying attention.
Later, as the guests gathered for a final toast, Andrew pulled Lauren aside. “You were right, as always,” he murmured into her ear. “If there’s a chance for happiness, who are we to deny that to anyone, regardless of circumstance?”
Lauren smiled up at him, her heart full. “We learned that lesson ourselves, didn’t we? And look at us now.”
“Yes, indeed,” Andrew agreed, his eyes reflecting the candlelight and the deep emotions he felt. “And speaking of happiness, I have something for you, but I think it will wait for a more private moment.”
Curiosity piqued, Lauren nodded, her anticipation growing. The night had unfolded beautifully, a perfect blend of celebration and tender moments. As they rejoined the others, the laughter and warmth enveloping them felt like a promise of many more joyful days to come.
As the clock chimed late into the night, signaling the time for guests to begin their departures, Lauren and Andrew prepared to steal away into the snowy evening for a moment alone. This Christmas, surrounded by friends and family, had indeed been one to remember, and the final gift of the night awaited Lauren under the silvery glow of the moonlit snow.
Outside, the world was quiet, the snow muffling the usual sounds of the countryside. Andrew led Lauren by the hand into the serene night. The moon cast a silvery glow, illuminating their path as they walked a short distance from the laughter and light spilling from the house.
Stopping beneath a towering oak, Andrew turned to Lauren, his eyes alight with love. From his coat, he produced a small, elegantly wrapped box. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he said, his voice soft in the still night.
Lauren opened the box to reveal a diamond necklace, sparkling brilliantly against the velvet lining. She gasped, touched by the beauty of the gift and the depth of the sentiment it represented.
Andrew carefully fastened the necklace around her neck, and then drew her close. “Every time you wear this, remember this night, our family, and the unending love that binds us,” he whispered.
Lauren rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “I will cherish it forever,” she promised.
They kissed, their breath mingling in the cold air, reaffirming their love anew. As they turned back towards the house, hand in hand, the snow continued to fall gently around them, wrapping the world in peace and magic.
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Hello my dears! I hope you enjoyed the Extended Epilogue of my new book! I can’t wait to read your lovely comments here. Thank you for being so wonderful! 🥰
The extended epilogue was a perfect ending to a great story. I really enjoyed the book and the extended epilogue. Great job Aria !
Thank you so much for your kind words and support, dear Sonia!
amazing story loved all the characters and the interaction I honestly coudnt put it down.
Thank you so much for your review and support, dear Babs!
A wonderful love story interwoven with an intriguing mystery, seemingly unrelated clues that blend together to create the perfect conclusion.
Thank you so much for your support and review, dear Jan!
What an enjoyable story. I couldn’t put it down. Lauren was such a strong resilient person. She handled her tragic situation so well. I wanted to shake Andrew and tell him to just marry her already! The Duke was seriously creepy. The plight of women being powerless and at the mercy of men was well illustrated.
Thank you!
Thank you so much for your support and review, dear Marilyn!