I am sure I will see you again soon. Hope all is well. Look after my sisters.
She frowned, staring down at the words on the page. Surely that couldn’t be all she had to say to them, could it?
But the more she sat there and thought about it, the more she realized that in many ways, it was.
In many others, it was not.
She wanted to ask them how they could do this to her.
If they were happy with their choice.
If whatever they got was worth the price of her happiness.
But of course, she couldn’t say any of that. In part because it was too insolent. And becausel taking her anger out on her parents wouldn’t change anything.
Worse, even if she wanted to say something she couldn’t do it in a letter. Some things couldn’t be said where there would be a paper trail.
With a sigh, she signed off the letter as it was before sealing them each in their own envelopes.
Just as she was finishing up, there was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” she called.
Daisy stepped inside with a smile and a tray. “Good evening, your Grace. I brought you your dinner.”
Veronica turned to her with a frown. “Does Christopher usually skip dinner the way he skips breakfast?”
“I’m under the impression he usually has dinner,” she chuckled.
“Then why did the kitchen send a tray?”
“He asked the kitchen staff to send it up since he wasn’t sure if you would want to join him.”
The words still drying on her sister’s letter swam in her mind before she steeled her resolve and stood up.
“If it isn’t too much trouble, I would like you to send it back.”
“Your Grace?”
“I think I will go down,” she said, setting her pen back in its holder. “No reason not to after all.”
“Quite right. I will take this to the kitchen then be back in a few moments.”
Veronica was about to argue that she could get there on her own thank you very much, but she bit back the urge. After all, given how long it took her to find her way back to her room, it is probably better safe than sorry.
In the meantime, she moved over to her mirror, checking over her clothes and hair. She chewed on her lip. Maybe it was too plain.Should Iadd some jewelry?
Even though they were married she still wanted to look nice for him.
Turning back to her dressing table, for a moment, she let herself imagine everything Daisy had said was true, that the man had some affection for her. A soft smile bloomed on her face. What would it be like, to have a husband who had sought her out for herself, rather than for a dowry or some arrangement between their parents?
A few minutes later, Daisy returned with a smile on her face. “Right, shall we go?”
Veronica frowned. “Don’t we need to dress for dinner?”
She hesitated.
Veronica groaned. “What is it? What did I say wrong?”
