A letter to a love “Virginia, what exactly is that boy’s intentions with you?” Her grandfather asked her. It had been about a year and a half since she and Adam had begun dating. The first half had been while they were in Sonora and it had been wonderful because they could see one another every day and not have to worry about familial pressures or societal pressures. But after they graduated, Ginny had gone back to Canada and Adam had gone to England. She went to see him on several occasions (he was working on getting into the Ministry so he had less time to spare than she did), but it wasn’t quite the same. Her grandfather had let the threat of disinheriting her lapse last Christmas due to her serious relationship with Adam, but now something happened and he was questioning things again.
“I would hope that his intention is to marry me.” Ginny replied.
“Hope, but are not certain?” He asked her, his eyes studying her carefully.
“We’ve never really discussed it. He’s not his family’s heir, so marriage is not something that is impeded upon him as it is for his cousin.” Ginny tried to explain. She was sure that Adam did, one day, want to marry her, but she never wanted him to feel pressured into asking her. That wasn’t how they worked. Ginny supported him in his desire to work for the Ministry and she did what she could to help him. When he was ready, he would ask. She was sure of it.
“It is time, Virginia.” Her grandfather said. “He does not need to ask you, but we need to determine how serious he is with you. We cannot waste any more time with him if the intention is not clear. Bellroses are not toys to be played with.”
Her grandfather had gone and Ginny sat at her desk in her room. Her parents hadn’t been home when her grandfather visited her so she wasn’t quite sure what to make of all of it. Even so, she had to let Adam know what was going on.
Dear Adam,
How are you? I miss you terribly. Will you have any time in the near future for a visitor? The dance academy is keeping me busy. They’ve offered me a position to teach some of the younger dancers. It’s only part time, but I’m really excited to be doing it. I haven’t told my parents though as I do not think Father would think too kindly of me taking a position in such a field, but it’s dancing and how can I say no to that? At the very least, it’ll keep me busy for a little while. With you and Francesca so busy, I have to find something to keep myself busy. (Not that I’m mad at either of you for having lives, I’m proud of your accomplishments!).
I do have a something that I will have to discuss with you. It seems that Grandfather has me in his line of sight once more. I think Father must have upset him again, but I’m not entirely sure on what it was that he might have done. Mother and Father have been away this past week, so I can only imagine what has happened to cause all this.
Grandfather is worried about your intentions with me. I tried to reassure him that you do plan to have a future with me but that you are currently focused on your career. I am not entirely sure that was sufficient though as he feels I should have more stability with everything. I promised him that I would discuss things with you when I had the opportunity.
I do not want you to feel obligated in any way to feel like you have to become promised to me because of my grandfather's worried. After awhile, he will forget about this and be on his way again, but I didn't want to lie and say we spoken when we hadn't. I thought a letter might allow you some time to think things over before we see one another, but now as I write this, I fear you might be frightened by all this. I hope that isn't the case because you mean the world to me.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know what was happening between my family and myself and of my news about dance. I hope things are going well for you and that we’ll see one another soon enough.
Always yours,
Ginny
Ginny tied the letter (lightly sprayed with her favorite perfume) to the leg of her family’s owl. It’ll reach Adam in a couple of days and until then, she would be biting her nails (figuratively) until she heard from him again. Sometimes, her family could really put a damper on her life.