It was the night Eliza was waiting for — the night! She anxiously awaited nearby her room, watching as the mirror was faced towards her; Eliza saw her reflection — her, in a wedding dress. She clasped her hands together and smiled.

“Tonight’s the night!” She exclaimed to herself, happily, “That boy is mine! That boy is mine!” She sung happily.

She saw as the door creaked open, to her sister; Angelica, who had a sweet face, covering up her sour, upset face. “Angelica?.. Are you alright?”

Angelica nodded with a sweet laugh, “Of course I am, Elizabeth. Now come on, don’t keep Alexander waiting, I’m sure he’s very impatient.”

“Of course!” She sprung outside her room.