September 28th, 1888
Miss Nimiane Bellchant,
I'm not entirely sure where to start with this response. I don't know you. Yet I feel as if I know you. It is strange, isn't it? How one letter, or poem in this case, could change everything...

My sister, she was quite persistent in helping with this letter though I tried to keep it as private as possible, filled me in on bits of who you are and I find myself enchanted. There's a mysteriousness that I want to discover for myself, society be damned.

When can I see you? Surely, after such a poem, you'd like to see me yourself? Simply name a place and time. I'll come to you as soon as you request it. I couldn't imagine making you wait any longer than you already have.

Eternally yours,
Shawn Delaney

  

September 28, 1888

Mr. Shawn Delaney,

It is most peculiar that without having ever met you I find myself in a similar position. I feel as if I have known before. How is it that we have not yet even been properly introduced? It feels almost criminal to have never even seen your face. I shall be home this afternoon in Irvingly and have enclosed the address should you be able to make a social call and end this travesty.

Most wishfully sincerely,
Nimiane Bellchant