Father was matter-of-fact. He asked the appropriate questions to put his mind at rest. Mother was astonished, then delighted, then worried. Milly was pleasant. I could tell it upset her though. She is very traditional. I think she always thought she would marry first. And why not? She is nearly eight years older than I am. I do feel a little sorry for her.
They all hugged me and congratulated William. I love to write that name. William Darion - My Fiancé.
Father offered up a toast to our happiness then Mother and Milly pulled me away to the kitchen to prepare a fitting meal. William stayed with Father. I suppose they had a lot to talk about.
William left after dinner. He didn’t seem very happy.
His restlessness at dinner and his quick departure took away that warm comfortable feeling I have had since he came to see me on the 1st. All these thoughts and images are filling my head again.
I haven’t thought about the figure outside my window, I haven’t wanted to. I actually avoid the windows and have slept here, in the sitting room, since it happened.
The face was terrible. I can't write about it yet. It's too upsetting.
There is so much to think about but I just can’t seem to focus.
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