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Weddings, they were always quite fun for Jocelyn, well this was the first one she's ever been too. Her brother, Matthew Crawley was getting married to Mary Crawley.
    This was the wedding rehearsal.
  "Any news of Sybil?" Matthew asked curiously to Mary.
    Mary let out a deep sigh. "She's still not coming. She insists they can't afford it."
   Jocelyn beside Lady Cora Crawley, Mary's mother. She shook her head slightly in disappointment, she was very fond of Lady Sybil, Mary's sister who had run off to marry a chauffeur, wasn't coming after all.
   "Travis!" The bishop called. "Can we move forward?" A man in a black robe sighed in annoyance as Travis looked to Mary and Matthew.
  "If I could just ask you to come down the isle again." Travis asked, he flushed in embarrassment as both Matthew and Mary gave an eye roll. They shook it off as they looked to each other and laughed. "Can we get the troops organized?"
  The flower girls stood up giggling. Robert, Mary's father stood up. "That means me."
   "It seems hard on Travis when he's doing all the work, when the arch bishop gets the glory." Cora whispered to Robert.
  Jocelyn glanced over to the bishop and Travis. "I quite agree with Cora."
   "Papa was the one who wanted the church," Mary interrupted. "I just settled with Travis."
  "Mhm." Robert nodded.
  Changing the subject Mary turned to her dad. "Is there really no way we can get Sybil down here? It seems ridiculous."
  "I'm sure it's a relief," Robert sighed.
  Matthew turned to his mom, Isabel. Giving her a 'here we go look.'
  Robert continued. "Branson is still an object of fascination for the county. We'll ask him here when we prepare the servant and manage it gently."
   "When is anything done gently?" Jocelyn muttered to herself.
  Cora turned to her. "You mustn't forget your tongue."
   Isabel turned to Matthew. "He's making a problem when none exists no one could careless with Branson at the wedding or not." She folded her hands together as Jocelyn walked up beside them.
  Matthew ran a hand through his blonde hair, his beautiful blue eyes narrowed. "You must think country life better than it is, if you imagine people don't care when an Earls daughter runs off with a chauffeur."
   "The facts remains, she HAS run off with a chauffeur, and they'll have to get use to it." Isabel pointed out.
  "I don't see why it's such a big problem, Lady Sybil can love whomever she likes." Jocelyn brushed her light brown hair of her face.
   "Because, you don't know anything," Matthew gave a playful yet serious smirk.
"Shut up," Jocelyn snapped.
Isabel's mouth dropped. "Jocie! That is very impolite."
Edith, another of Mary's sisters smiled shyly. "I think he rather deserved it."
"Mr. Travis, are we ready?" The bishop asked impatiently.
"A-any moment your grace, any moment," Travis stuttered as he stopped speaking with Robert and rushed to the front.
"Can we please get going?" The bishop called.
The rehearsal began again. Robert linked arms with Mary.
Jocelyn watched as Matthew walked up to the alter. She crossed her arms.
"Cheer up darling life isn't to rough," Matthew teased with a charming smile.

"Soon this will be you," Isabel whispered to Jocelyn.
Jocelyn sighed. "What if I don't want it? Cora thinks Tony Gillingham would be a good fit for me. It's very much awkward with him."
"We should at least find someone suitable," Edith spoke up.
Jocelyn bit her lip, she didn't want to marry into rich or anything, she had her eyes set on someone in lower class if you say.

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Harrison rushed through the servant halls, wiping the smudged dirt off his face.
  "What on earth happened to you?" Mrs. Patmore asked him as she poured tea, her strawberry blond hair stuck in front of her cooks cap.
   Harrison sat down glancing at the other servants. "If you must know, I fell."
  Thomas Barrow snickered. "Clumsy are we?" He asked looking up through his eye lids.
  Harrison ignored him.
  Mrs. Patmore rolled her eyes at Thomas and turned to Mr. Carson, the butler a very bigger man, with a harsh face.
  "So Mrs. Hughes and I are getting the place ready to let?" She told Mr. Carson.
  "That is the plan." Mr. Carson looked down at his food.
  Mrs. Patmore seemed to freeze but nodded and left.
  "I'm surprised Anna held onto that house," Thomas remarked, his cold blue eyes glanced down at his food. "I thought they confiscated the profits of murder."
  Harrison glared annoyed. "I don't think it's any of your business Mr. Barrow."
  "It's my business if I make it my own, Mr. Harrison," Thomas smudged a smirk.
  "Mr. Bates has the wisdom to transfer it to her before the trial," Mr. Carson scratched his head.
   "I don't think I would have allowed it," Thomas stabbed the food with his fork.
    Mr. Carson clenched his fork in his hand. "Then we must all be great full you weren't the judge." He snapped.
   "I still think it's funny, givin that he's a convict murderer," Thomas muttered.
  "May I remind you Mr. Barrow in this house Mr. Bates is a wronged man sticking justice, if you have a problem with that, I suggest you eat in the yard." Mr. Carson tossed his napkin angrily on the table as he got up and left.
  Thomas smirked to himself. "Perhaps it would be more comfortable." He muttered.
  "Do you know when to shut your mouth?" Harrison asked taking a bite of his bread.
   "Do you ever know when to clean yourself?" Thomas shot back. "I believe not. A foul smell arises when you enter, im surprised they let you keep this job."
  "That's not very nice of you Thomas," the kitchen maid Daisy said faintly.
   "No one was asking you daisy," Thomas gave a sarcastic smile.
"Well I asked her," Harrison smirked to Thomas before getting up. "

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Jocelyn watched as Lady Cora and Cousin Violet left the house. She walked into the sitting room where her mother was. "So, you agree that Sybil had the right to marry Tom Branson?"
"Well, I rather find it quite the romance. She's expecting a baby soon, Robert and Cora will have to accept it sooner or later," Isabel shook her head.
Matthew walked into the room. "Might I you for tea?" He asked, he held his jacket to his side.
"No need to ask, I'll pour you and Jocie a cup," Isabel said walking out of the room.
"Shouldn't you be with Mary?" Jocelyn asked Matthew straightening her hair.
"I'm going back soon, Mary and I need to discuss housing," Matthew took a seat. "Plus I wanted to see you."
"Me? Since when do you ever want to see me?" Jocelyn laughed, most improperly.

Matthew's eyes glared over at her but it turned into a nice smile. "Your my sister I still care very much about you, marrying and moving off, it makes me worried for you and muma." He looked out the window.
Jocelyn looked down. "I'm sure we will all do perfectly fine, I'll keep an eye on Muma." She assured him. "Just don't forget about me when your having children."
"I shall not forget, I can swear it as long as I got breath in my body," Matthew straightened his sleeves.
Isabel came back into the room and sat with them, as Mr. Moseley, the butler for that house poured them all tea.
"Thank you Mr. Mosley," Jocelyn smiled kindly.
Mosley gave a quick shyish smile and nodded, rushing out to let them have their tea.

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It was dinner by now. Jocelyn sat by cousin Violet as the servants around her waited to give them food.
Mary had a letter in her hand with a big smile across her face.
"Whats the letter dear?" Violet asked from across the table.
"Just that Sybil is coming after all," Mary beamed.
Jocelyn smiled. "That's amazing." She let out an accidental excited squeal.
Matthew gave her a look.
"She'll be here Wednesday, in time for dinner," Mary finished.
"Is she coming alone?" Isabel asked snarkingly, but not meaning to be.
Matthew sighed. "Don't cause trouble mother."

Isabel glared.
Alfred the new footmen stood over Violet and Jocelyn. "Are you really that tall?" Violet asked Alfred.
"Yes m'lady," Alfred said stammering.
"You look like your walking on stilts," Violet remarked as Alfred stood up, the plate of food tipped, spilling onto Jocelyn.
She stood up with a start.
Matthew was the first to stand, followed by Robert.
"I'm so sorry m'lady," Alfred said frantically stuttering.
"No, no, it's only biscuits, nothing harmful to the dress," Jocelyn told him as she helped him pick them up.
The table stared at her. She flushed in embarrassment.
"When does Grandmama arrive?" Mary asked, changing the subject as she always did.
"She gets into Liverpool on the 15th she'll be here before the wedding," Cora answered with a smile.
"I'm so looking forward to seeing your mother again," Violet told Cora.
Jocelyn picked at her food. Only to receive a 'you better pull yourself together' look from Matthew.
"When I see her I'm reminded of the virtues of the English," Violet nodded.
"Isn't she American?" Jocelyn asked.
"Exactly," Violet replied.
Matthew was put into a thought he raised an eyebrow.
"Can I help myself?" Robert asked Alfred who was trying to serve him.
Mr. Carson was red with fury. "What are you doing? Your not in a hotel now." He snapped in a whisper.
Isabel smiled. "Did you train in a hotel?" She asked.
"I did ma'am," Alfred nodded pink in embarrassment.
"That will be useful, won't it Carson," Isabel asked Carson with a toothy smile.
Mr. Carson was silent.
"Are you all set for the wedding?" Isabel asked Carson as Carson served Matthew.
Carson didn't even answer before Mary said, "Of course he is! Carson's moto is 'be prepared'" she smiled.
Jocelyn glanced at all of them. "What food is gonna be at the wedding anyway? Good food I hope?" She joked.

Again, Matthew shot her with another look and a eye roll.
"You have all the help you need?" Cora asked Carson.
"It wouldn't hurt to have another footmen," carson admitted.
"I think it's time we live in a more simpler way," Matthew remarked.
"I agree," Isabel beamed.
"As do it," Jocelyn added.
Violet and Robert seemed to argue as Matthew and Jocelyn exchanged glances.
"What about Mr. Harrison downstairs?" Jocelyn told Carson. "Would he be a good footman?" She asked asked in a soft tone.
"I do not believe I'd like Mr. Harrison handling our food," Carson shook his head.
Cora sighed. "Tsk. Tsk. Be easy on the poor boy, he'll get use to this job, you must remember what he came from."
"Yes, m'lady," Carson nodded.
Matthew looked at Jocelyn, he knew. He smiled as he took a long drink.
Jocelyn laughed out loud when she took her drink spilling it everywhere.
Expecting to be scolded they all laughed, except for the footman who had to clean it up.