Charles led Abigail to the library and over to a writing desk that had a small box placed on it. The box was a simple thing, white and sealed with a single blue ribbon tied in a bow.
"The mathematics are the most difficult for me to grasp," Charles said. He was no dunce when it came to maths, but the classics was his stronger suit. "I do not think I'm doing poorly, but I feel as though I have to study twice as much!"
He left the familiar comfort of her hand on his arm in order to take the little box off of the desk. He held it out for her, still all smiles.
"I cannot take full credit for this. My mother and Patience helped to advise me on the latest in ladies fashion. Of course it was only through written correspondence, so I hope I did their advice full justice."