Where was she going?
The blue dress she had been wearing looked completely inappropriate for a local theatre production…
But how was it any of his concern?
Yet when he got to his bedchamber, he headed straight to the window…
He was glad that his room overlooked the driveway.
There she was, in the arms of a man as she climbed into a carriage.
In the dim light of the evening, he could not completely make out the man's features, but he looked a lot like Rownes.
Ha.
Did her parents know about it?
He pulled away from the window, shutting the drapes carefully.
Why did he care who she was with?
Sighing, he walked towards his desk and sat down.
The letter was still open, lying there as though waiting to be read over and over.
Theo reached out and picked it up.
The neat and beautiful calligraphy always caught his attention no matter how many times he looked at it.
Dear Theo,
