Page 1 of The Winter Bride

Chapter One

February 1922

After saying goodnight, Annie stood at the window watching Monty as he walked away, the frost on the pavement glistening in the lamplight. As she turned, the diamond ring he had just placed on her finger caught the light, throwing rainbows onto the wall, and she smiled.

She had just agreed to be his wife. Perhaps this was always where she had been meant to be, she mused. Monty could offer her love, security and a family of her own – the one thing she had always yearned for – and she was sure they would be happy together.

Just for a moment images of the time she had spent with Alex a couple of days before popped into her mind, but she resolutely pushed them away. It was no good wasting her life longing for something that could never be.

She didn’t fancy being in Monty’s shoes when he broke the news to his mother, though. Mrs Taylor-Lloyd had never made a secret of the fact she didn’t think Annie was good enough for her son. Still, she was sure Monty could handle her. She smiled again. Very soon now she would be a married woman.

‘I think I ought to tell you, Mother, that I’ve asked Annie to be my wife, and she has agreed,’ Montgomery Taylor-Lloyd told his mother early the next morning. They were sitting in her elegant dining room in Swan Lane having breakfast. He had bided his time and waited until his father had left for work before he told her.

The colour rose in her cheeks and she dabbed at her lips. ‘You have done what?’ She couldn’t have looked more horrified if he had told her he was marrying the devil himself, but then Monty had expected this.

‘Tell me this is some sick sort of a joke,’ she growled. ‘You can’t marry that . . . that . . . maid!’

‘Annie isn’t a maid,’ he said calmly. ‘She’s a perfectly respectable and decent young woman with her own business.’

‘Respectable!’ His mother glared at him. ‘She’s a guttersnipe from the workhouse! A bastard! How could you even consider marrying such a girl? And when is this ridiculous marriage supposed to take place?’

‘Just as soon as we can get the banns read.’ Monty looked at her levelly. ‘There doesn’t seem any point in waiting so we’re seeing the vicar this morning.’

‘Oh, now I see . . .’ she sneered. ‘Like that is it? A shotgun wedding!’

‘No, Mother, you don’t see.’ Monty was doing his best to stay calm, but it was getting more difficult by the minute. ‘Annie isn’t that sort of girl. We’re getting married simply because we love each other.’

‘Huh! What do you know about love?’ she spat. ‘You’ve only ever had eyes for that girl, even though with your breeding and education you could have the pick of anyone you wanted. I was hoping we’d seen the last of her when that riff-raff family she lived with next door left the street.’

‘But I don’t want anyone else, and Levi and his family are far from riff-raff,’ he pointed out as he rose from his seat. His mother was so red in the face with rage that he feared she might have a heart attack.

‘When and where is this ridiculous wedding to take place?’

‘As I told you, we’re going to see the vicar this morning and then we’ll be getting wed as soon as possible.’

‘You’re telling me that she wants to get wed in a church?’

‘Yes, Chilvers Coton. It’s the church she used to attend each Sunday with the other children from the workhouse. But it’s only going to be a very small affair, with our families and close friends attending. That’s what Annie wants,’

Her lip curled as she tossed her head. ‘Well, you can forget that. I can assure you there’ll be no one from this family there to see you make a fool of yourself! You’ll make a laughing stock of us.’

‘I’m sorry you feel that way,’ he said quietly. ‘But if that’s what you decide then so be it.’

As he made towards the door, she put her hand up to stay him and her voice became sickly sweet. ‘Oh darling, I beg you to think of what you’re doing. Don’t forget you are a sick man. That piece of shrapnel in your chest could move towards your heart at any time, and then she would be left a young widow.’

‘It could also move the other way,’ he pointed out. ‘In which case I’ve no doubt Annie and I will have a long and happy life together.’

Her hands clenched into fists as she glared at him. ‘I’m sorry but I forbid you to do this!’

He laughed. ‘Mother, I think you’re forgetting I’m a grown man. I can do as I want, and what I want is to marry Annie. Whether you choose to attend is up to you, but with or without you this marriage will take place. And now, if you will excuse me, I have to go.’ He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

On his way to Annie’s new shop in Bridge Street, he sighed as he thrust his hands deep into his coat pockets. His mother had never liked or accepted the Lilburn family. She thought that because Levi Lilburn had a rag-and-bone business, they were beneath her. Things had gone from bad to worse when Maggie, Levi’s late wife, had taken Annie from the workhouse as a child. But now Annie owned her own shop, and Monty had no doubt she would make a success of it. She was hard-working and kind, and over the years he had fallen in love with her.

Monty was so lost in thought that he didn’t spot his brother Reggie until he was almost on top of him.

‘Where are you off to this early in the morning? I just popped to the corner shop to get some cigarettes.’

Monty glanced up at Reggie’s horrifically disfigured face. He had been badly burnt during the war and was now almost unrecognisable from the handsome young man he had once been.