July 30th, 1888

Miss Adlard,

Oh, Felicity, I am so happy to hear that. See? You never know what will come from a conversation. It must be a silver lining for all that has happened these past few weeks. The fact that he has even stated the option tells me he already thinks of you as more than a little sister. I don’t think a gentleman who thought such would even humor the idea of seeing what might come from it. But how will your own brother react to this news?

Helping him with the shop is the perfect time to help him realize just how much of a catch you are. On an aside, I do hope you choose something other than orange. You shall have to let me know what your ideas are. I wish I had seen the shop before all this happened so I might be of some help. I do admit that decorating is a bit of shortcoming of mine. Now choosing styles of dresses, well that is something I quite excel at.

Sadly, no. It remains as quiet as ever. If only the fog would lift and the social season could resume in its entirety. I shall have to endeavor to persuade my brothers to remain in London for the next season, however, for it appears that I shall leave quite bereft of my first proper British season what with this fog.

Your friend,
Caroline Delaney