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" How are the wedding preparations coming along?" John asked as he and Grace walked through the garden; it was covered in a thick layer of crystal white snow that brightened the landscape. Grace wore a green dress, much like her old one but a deeper green and made of silk. Her black cloak wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warmth in as they continued to walk around, leaving footsteps in the fresh snow.

" Very well, I cannot believe it has been a month since you asked for my hand. I have never had reason to plan such a big event, so Elsa is assisting me." Grace answered with a soft smile. She walked the ground as she hung on his arm.

"Ah yes, Elsa. The head maid, she is very good at that kind of thing." John chuckled lightly as Grace nodded agreeing with him.

" She will have the invites ready and sent tomorrow. Though I do not have many to invite." Grace told him as they walked up to stone stairs to the back door. Maids held the large glass paneled doors as they walked in and instantly basked in the welcoming warmth. John turned to Grace and helped her take off her outdoor clothes as he then proceeded to do himself.

" Very well. Also a quick reminder that our engagement dinner party is tomorrow night.  Maybe then you could make some friends?" John smiled with a deep throat-ed chuckle and joy in his eyes as Grace returned it as well.

" How could I forget?" Grace said with enthusiasm as she turned and walked out the room, leaving John to continue with his work; which needed attending too. She walked the halls and headed to her room as it was almost time for her to be measured for her wedding dress. Thoughts bubbled around her mind of the different kinds of dress the seamstress would design. Grace pushed opened her bedroom door and saw Elsa, who had dirty blond hair tied up at the back of her head and a black maids dress on. Her brown eyes watched Grace with excitement and wonder. Three other woman were standing just behind her in a line.

" Good evening ma'am. My name is Wilma. I am the seamstress who will be making your dress." The older woman explained. She had graying hair; tied back in a ribbon and brown eyes but even with wrinkled skin, she still held beauty. She wore a deep green dress the puffed out at his hips and a tightly fitting corset that set her figure perfectly and covered her arms.

" This is Jane." Wilma said pointing to a young blond haired girl around the age of 16 and no more. Her blue eyes matched her blue dress that was less puffy them Wilma's but also very fitted around her torso.

" And this is Alice." She pointed to a brunette girl with brown eyes and dressed in a deep purple dress, much the same still as the previous two ladies dress. They both dipped down and bowed their heads to show her respect.

" They are my trainees and will be helping me today." She spoke to her as Grace just smiled to them.

"Come, time to get you measured." Wilma said as she motioned for Grace to walk over to her floor length mirror. Once Grace was standing in front of it, she watched as Wilma handed a measuring tap over to Jane.

" You 'ave pretty hair miss." Jane spoke as she walked over to Grace and wrapped tap around her waist pausing for a few seconds and then pulling it away.

" Thank you." Grace smiled holding her arm up and out to the sides So that Jane could continue to measure her body.

" So do tell. How did ya meet the master?" Alice asked as she sat down next to Wilma and wrote into a large book with a quill. Wilma turned to the girl with a scowl.

"Alice." She growled warning her that this was territory she should not be trampling onto.

"It's quite alright, We where in the market. He was trying to hand me some meat. I refused saying I was no charity chase. We ended up having a heavy argument." Grace chuckled laughing at the memory of their first encounter, how even thought he had a scowl plastered onto his lip. Grace could see the kindness in his actions.

" He said once I left, his curiosity seemed to peck and he quickly decided to quench it. John went out into the forests that very day. He chased me until we arrived to the cliffs of Gully. It was then that we had our first conversation with no offensive words shared." Grace chuckled to her as Jane continued to measure her for her dress.

" Sounds like such a fairy tale!" Alice called happily as Wilma scoffed and rolled her eyes at the girls foolishness as they continued work.

" Any preferences to your dress?" Wilma asked getting back onto the topic at hand. Her old and fragile looking fingers picked up a paper and quill. She then began to sketch over the paper.

" Simple, not to wide. Nothing extravagant." Grace said as Jane continued to move around her with many tapes hanging around her neck.

" Very well. Many girls want their dresses to stand out, wide as possible as much detail as I can fit in. But you want the complete opposite." Wilma smiled softly to her and Grace fused her eyebrows.

" Is that wrong of me?" Grace asked rolling her lips before biting the bottom on and looking to the ground.

" Oh dear no. It will be a nice to create something simple and elegant for a change." Wilma smiled to Grace who then gained a new smile. Once Jane had finished with the tapes she nodded to Alice who then closed the book and stood from her seat; followed by Wilma.

" Well, we will be back a week before the wedding to make adjustments to the dress once you have tried it on." Wilma said before dipping her head and walking out the room. Grace watched as they girls dipped as well before leaving quickly behind Wilma. Grace chuckled and turned to face herself in the mirror; then it really hit her. All her life she thought she would live a lonely life by herself, out in her small cottage. Not trusting any man to be near her or to gaze upon her rare hair at the same time.

She lifted her hands to the pinned holding her hair in its place. She heard the door open behind her with footsteps as she pulled the pin from her red swirls. Her hair then became undone, falling in curls around her shoulders and slightly over the front of her face. She ran her fingers through it to take away any tugs that had formed. She then felt a comforting presence behind her as John stepped into the view of the mirror, he lifted his hand and moved Grace's bright hair to the side to reveal her left neck and shoulder. He leaned down so his lips hovered gently over her soft pale skin, leaving a trail of hot breath that sent tingled through Grace's body. His nose skimmed softly over her pale skin sending sparks to ripple through her whole being. She closed her eyes to relax into the sensation which he so easily gave her.

" You are so beautiful." John whispered into her ear gentle as his arms wound themselves around her corset waist pulling her too him gently. He moved his lips down and kissed her neck just behind her ear and trailed several down to the curve of her shoulder. Grace moved her head to the side slightly to give him more canvas area to work his wonderful touch with. She released a small moan of complete pleasure as he kissed a certain spot on the nap of her neck. John smiled against the spot and kissed it again. Grace leaned her back against his chest as he scrapped his teeth gently over the spot of her neck causing her breathing to hitch with pleasure.

" And all mine." He whispered to her lowly with his lips still on her neck. Grace could feel him hardening for her through her moan of soft pleasure. He pressed himself deeper against her back as he peppered soft kisses over her shoulder and neck again. Grace chuckled and turned to face him, looking up to his face. John did not waste a moment before he captured her rosy lips with his own, they moved so their lips connected with each other in more ways than possible. It was a gently kiss, like she was made from porcelain and could break with a single wrong move. But it also had a passion of want and lust for each other.

" Stop." Grace muttered softly almost quieter than a whisper, as she pulled away from the kiss. John looked down to her confused and slightly hurt that she had stopped their kiss.

" What? Did I do something wrong?" John asked with worry and Grace chuckled and pulled his lips back down onto hers for a quick peck.

" You did nothing wrong. In fact you done everything right." Grace told him before kissing him one last time and walking over to her vanity desk.

" Then why did you stop?" John asked confused at her abrupt stop to their blissful moment together alone. He turned to face her as her back was turned to him. 

" We have to keep something for the wedding night." Grace smirked to him. This was a side to herself that she had not known to exist. A temptress to the handsome man before her, who brought out that side of her so easily. John smirked and walked over to where she had taken a seat and took her face within his strong hands.

" As you wish, my love." John muttered as he kissed her once more before turning and walking towards her bedroom door too leave; but not without sneaking one last glance at the woman he had fallen completely and utterly in love with.