It was just like Grace to have romantic dreams. Verity, too, once felt the same before spending countless hours focused on her needlepoint as opposed to dancing the night away. Love was secondary to security at this point in her life, a truth further proven by the fewer than expected dresses found beneath the tree this year. Grace's naivety would fade in a few short months, or so she firmly believed. Then, much like she had already done, Grace would resign herself to as stable and prosperous marriage.

She didn't wish to impose such downtrodden news upon her sister when their lives were finally beginning to look up, though. "That would be lovely," Verity confirmed with a smile. "I sincerely hope you find such a match this year." And she did, even if she knew it to be otherwise. "Have you met any such dream-like bachelors, yet?"