Dearest Journal,

Despite my original hesitations, I decided to plan a supper last night. Perhaps not in the same manner I had originally intended, but I still felt some degree of disquiet in such plans. I asked the staff to bring supper to my room, requesting dishes that Ace and I had on our honeymoon. I suspect that Mrs. Lukeson may have regretted our presence at supper last night, but I wanted an occasion just for the two of us, something to mark this new chapter of our lives.

I had my maid help me set up my room for a picnic. Even laying down a blanket and scattering pillows much like the picnic we took next to the lake in Italy. I like to image it even had the allure of a dinner in the ottoman empire. I sent the staff to find fresh flowers for the vases so we could be reminded of our afternoon by the lake. By the time Ace arrived home I was quite happy with how the whole scene was laid before him.

Ace seemed to enjoy the gesture as well as we were hardly halfway through our meal when we abandoned any pretense of actually eating.

I do hope Mrs. Lukeson will forgive our absence at the evening meal. I shall have to make sure to be extra nice to her today.

-Lucille