Thank you for your letter of support, I am pleased that my lack of propriety has not made me a lesser friend. I shall not commit the full details of my scandal to paper should it have my letter whisked away to join the libraries of prohibited romantic fiction, but I will share when we meet if you wish.

And also a thank you for your reassurance. It is not that I see no possibility that François and I will ever find love, perhaps we will, he seems a pleasant enough gentleman, kind, handsome, I should count myself lucky. But for a man to want me for no compulsion other than his desire, it felt special. I suppose it is just my nerves causing me to overthink my future experience, I am very excited, marriage, family, everything. Its just. I look in the mirror and I see both a woman, and a child, for I am both and neither. We're you to write and announce that Miss Moony was preparing her nuptials. I would scoff that she was too young, but she has nearly three months on me, but here I am. Such a different world, it is no wonder I found tension there.

But I am ramling. I shall wrap this letter up before I am chastised for candles after last light.

Yours truly,
Vee