Moving Forward

[Bennet Potter]

Dearest Siobhan,

March 31, 1882

It has been months sine we have been able to properly talk, and a great deal has occurred int that time. I cannot begin to apologize for my ill-conceived courtship with Miss Gisella; I should not have worried so much for my family's honor. My sister's indiscretion



There is no excuse.



I feel as though before I approach your father, I should ask you if you would consent to having me court you. I have had feelings for you for so long. You are the one I have wanted by my side, the one I should have been courting all along.



I can only hope that you still love me, even after my failure to respond when you declared your feelings to me. I could not bear to think that I had caused damage to your reputation, even indirectly.



I love you. I feel as though I should not simply write how I feel; you deserve to hear it in person. Perhaps we could meet soon, somewhere public where everyone can see that there is no indiscretion between us. Protecting your reputation is important to me; if you do not have someone who can act as a chaperon, I shall provide one for our meeting.



I hope to see you soon.

Love,

Bennet

  

[Siobhan Blotts]

My Prince!

You really mean that? You really want me to be your Cinderella? I would love to, but I'm afraid I'm not nearly half as good as you think of me.

The prince in the story said: No one shall be my wife but she whose foot this golden slipper fits."

You are my prince Ben! I love you with all my heart and I have not loved anyone before or after you. I am so happy to read that, my love, because my heart has almost been broken. Now it's finally healed. Oh, love, how beautiful this word sounds, don't you think? I want to stand somewhere and tell the world we love each other. It's the most beautiful thing that can happen to anyone.

Your Cinderella,

Sib

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[Bennet Potter]

Dearest Siobhan,

None shall be my wife but she who has my heart in her keeping.



You do have my heart in your keeping, Sibby, and I cannot begin to tell you for how long that has been the case. But things must progress slowly. If I could, I would ask you this moment to be my wife, but my conscious would not let me do so. My heart would break if I were to place the smallest tarnish on your reputation.



In time we will be together. Until then, know that I love you.

Love,

Bennet