As the oldest brother of the family, Lord Regar was always acting as a fatherly figure and he took on himself to be fatherly responsible for his sister's ceremony.
However, his life as an army colonel and all of the responsibilities of being the eldest brother with no father nor a mother, falling on his back at a young age, made him grow quite strict and always lead such a formal lifestyle.
He was prepared for the event. There was no doubt that he was a beau and a notable fashion icon.
He was dressed in a dark brown tailcoat of wool broadcloth with velvet collar and gold buttons. He also wore a best of black silk satin with a cut-velvet woven floral pattern. He added this with white muslin shirts with ruffles on the neck and sleeves. His trousers were of laid cotton twill that was fitted. His stockings were worn with his breeches that were accentuated with black pumps.
It was almost the hour for the wedding ceremony to begin; A nostalgic memory he could not shake off, spending time with family and seeing his kids again.
Lord Regar was already at the venue waiting for his sister, Lady Amelia.
As the eldest son and one who would act in place of a father to her sister.
She walked to his side, wearing a silver net dress. Her body and sleeves to conform with the grandeurly trimmed with point french lace.
The manteau was of silver tissue lined with yellow satin and a border of embroidery to answer that on the dress. She fastened it in front with a splendid diamond ornament and a diamond necklace to bless her neck.
She used gloves in her hands as she held the flower while her brother walked her down the aisle.
Lord Regar had taken up the role of being responsible for his siblings being that their parents had died quite early in their childhood and the responsibilities had fallen on his shoulders. He has been the father figure till he was married before his wife died.
He had become an authoritarian and being an army colonel had made him more authoritative.
Smiling at his sister who returned the smile as they walked to the altar, he felt joy in his heart that he had not felt in a long time.
Lady Amelia's eyes met with that of Lady Agatha and the smile on her face widened. She was very delighted that she had honoured her invitation even though she had known how hard it must have been for her to attend, considering the things that had occurred to her in the past.
It was now time to say the vows.
Lady Amelia was smiling sheepishly as she looked into his eyes. This is the man she would be spending the rest of her lives with, she thought.
The priest had read the bann a few times before the event took place which called for more attention but still in its subtle way.
"With this ring I hold, I, Amelia wed with you my heart, mind, body and with my soul. I Amelia will worship, and with all my earthly goods I endow. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen." Lady Amelia vowed as she wore the ornate ring on his finger.
Her husband repeated the vows as she did, and wore the ornate ring on her finger.
"Now you may kiss." The priest said and everyone cheered.
While people bore gifts for the newly wedded couples and wished them good tidings, they went about marrying one another in full happiness.
Lady Amelia excused herself from the midst of the people, whispering to her husband that she would be right back.
She linked her arm with her brother and walked with him away from the crowd to have a little tete-a-tete with him.
Lady Regar looked at his sister and embraced her, "You're so beautiful, Eve. You've grown to be a woman of substance and I am so proud of you," He kissed her forehead.
"If only mother and father were here to witness this joyful day!"
"You're more than enough to me like our parents, brother. You are my parent," Lady Amelia said, hugging her elder brother. "I speak to you. Let's drip the honorary lest I forget what I want to talk about. I would want to speak about the kids,"
"What is it about the kids, Amelia?" Lord Regar asked. He was a lover of his family and instantly, a concerned look appeared on his masculine face.
"I am now married and Amelia is old. She would be retiring back to her townhouse. I believe your kid requires a new governess,"
Lady Amelia frowned, not happy with the news she was giving Lord Regar, but it was nearly impossible to care for her niece and nephew while she was getting married and leaving the manor.
Lord Regar realized her point and sighed, rubbing his face with his palm which indicated his frustrated thought.
He rested his chin on his palm that rested on the bannister. It was true that Amelia is retiring soon and he would need a new governess that would care for his kids as much as Amelia did, with strict rules and helpful schemes.
