November 3rd[?] 1891 — Greengrass Home, Bartonburg
Knowing what had been coming tonight, he'd expected his face to hurt from forcing smiles before the girls finally went to bed, but the celebration period had been surprisingly brief. Ford wasn't sure whether to find it suspicious that Verity had already gone to bed or not. On the one hand, it could indicate she wasn't as excited about this as she appeared to be — but on the other it was perfectly reasonable to think she and Grace were up there right now exchanging notes in hopeful whispers. He could believe that Verity had preferred to exclude him from her celebrations, given how tense things had been between the two of them since the kidnapping. Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe he was just still on edge about the kidnapping and how unresolved that ordeal was. Maybe Verity was really happy and her fiance was in love with her and Ford had not, in agreeing to this match, doomed her to a life of loneliness.
Not that it would have mattered. Refusing hadn't been an option. Refusing a proposal for any of the girls had never really been an option, but particularly Verity, particularly now. Once Ford had gotten over the initial shock of the kidnapping, and once he'd been assured that Verity was safe, he'd considered her fate in the martial mart all but sealed. She was a debutante who had been missing for over a day, and because they'd reported it to the aurors it wasn't exactly a secret. Even if nothing had happened, it didn't look good. Even if nothing had been her fault, she was finished.
Until Mr. Swann swooped in from nowhere. It was miraculous, and maybe that was why Ford couldn't force himself to trust it.
He hadn't been planning on saying anything about it — or, rather, he'd been hoping to wait for Noble to bring it up first so that he'd have some independent validation of what he was feeling — but once they were alone in the parlor he realized he couldn't last long without bringing it up. The silence in the room grew longer and heavier, punctuated by the rustling of Ford's clothes as he shifted restlessly in his seat and the settling of the ice in their drinks. It was weighing too heavily on Ford's mind to not say anything about it.
"This is weird, right?" he asked, fidgeting with his glass.
What he really meant was that this felt wrong, and he was sure when it all fell apart it was going to be all his fault.
Not that it would have mattered. Refusing hadn't been an option. Refusing a proposal for any of the girls had never really been an option, but particularly Verity, particularly now. Once Ford had gotten over the initial shock of the kidnapping, and once he'd been assured that Verity was safe, he'd considered her fate in the martial mart all but sealed. She was a debutante who had been missing for over a day, and because they'd reported it to the aurors it wasn't exactly a secret. Even if nothing had happened, it didn't look good. Even if nothing had been her fault, she was finished.
Until Mr. Swann swooped in from nowhere. It was miraculous, and maybe that was why Ford couldn't force himself to trust it.
He hadn't been planning on saying anything about it — or, rather, he'd been hoping to wait for Noble to bring it up first so that he'd have some independent validation of what he was feeling — but once they were alone in the parlor he realized he couldn't last long without bringing it up. The silence in the room grew longer and heavier, punctuated by the rustling of Ford's clothes as he shifted restlessly in his seat and the settling of the ice in their drinks. It was weighing too heavily on Ford's mind to not say anything about it.
"This is weird, right?" he asked, fidgeting with his glass.
What he really meant was that this felt wrong, and he was sure when it all fell apart it was going to be all his fault.
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