Chapter Five: Hope Realized
My name is Charlotte Dubois. I once fell in love with a man I could never have, and now that there may be hope at last I cannot find the words to seek either a confirmation or a denial.
A few months ago Charles Darcy wrote to me, telling me of his sister’s agreement to choose his own bride. He did not propose in his letter, and I cannot help but wonder if his feelings have changed.
When we parted that painful day, we agreed to write frequently as friends. In this way I know of his brush with tragedy and all that followed in its wake. We have not conversed again about our feelings for each other. My feelings have not lessened, only grown stronger. But I do not know if the same is true for him. If his are gone, then if I ask I will seem foolish. But if I do not ask will we ever have a chance?
I am loath to risk my heart again. When I told him of my love for him, it took all the courage I possessed and now I am too afraid to risk again. So I will be guarded with my tender heart.