She giggled and moved forward, dressed just as fabulously as ever. She was the daughter of the mayor, and so we were always close with my father having worked with him for many decades. She was always lavish, and I am not ashamed to say I was envious of her poise and fashionable tastes. Tonight, it was a plum colored tea gown that I had once eyed in a store. I wanted to buy it, but considered it a bad idea in light of my reputation. People might think I was trying to woo some other man to shoulder the responsibility that once belonged to Lawrence.
“You seem really…preoccupied.” She said curiously as she came near to sit with me at the desk.
I moved the paper underneath a book and sat my pen down abruptly. “What makes you think that?” I asked.
“Well, you didn’t hear me calling your name downstairs. I just figure you have something distracting you is all. It’s hard not to hear someone in this big house you know.” She said, “And where is Olivia?” she asked curiously.
Olivia was my personal attendant. She was a fair-skinned woman born to a mulatto mother and a white father who had been abandoned by them both. She’d been with my family’s staff since she was a baby, and we were quite close despite the miles between us in our status. How was I going to tell Emily that I had put her on leave while I wallowed in my self-pity? “She’s gone for the day.” I answered simply as I moved from the desk. I aimed to quell her curiosity as I noticed her eyes leering towards the paper under the book. No doubt she had realized what I was doing.
Emily’s eyes drifted up to meet mine before she too stood and straightened out her dress. “Olivia is never simply gone. I believe you had her sent away. People have said that she hasn’t been seen around this week.” Emily said.
I knew I was cornered, so I didn’t attempt to hide it any longer, “Very well…I had her sent away. I simply couldn’t bear watching her worry over me any longer. I don’t want to be reminded of what those people are doing to me any longer than I have to, and I also don’t want her to pity me. She’d always seen me strong. It is for this exact reason I must ask you to leave. I have things I need to attend to.” I said.
Emily looked at me a little longer before she decided she couldn’t keep her frustrations inside, “Vanessa. Please don’t tell me you’re responding to that sad ad in the paper. It’s only going to fuel those rumors more if you suddenly pack up and leave.” She said as she placed her hand on her chest.
“So be it. I won’t be here to have to listen to it. Let them talk as I go and find happiness again.” I said. In my vicious disdain for the people who spoke ill of me, I’d let slip my intentions.
Emily scoffed, “I knew it. You don’t know anything about this man. Texas is much too far away as it is, and even a train ride there would be a nightmare alone…If you’re going to go, at least promise me you’re taking Olivia with you.” She urged.
I nodded, “I had every intention, otherwise she’ll be the one to take the brunt of this entire situation. Now if you’ll excuse me.” I said as I looked towards my desk once more.
Emily looked sad as she turned to the door, “I just hope you find happiness…I really do.” She said before leaving.
I watched her leave and let out a sigh of relief. Once I heard my door shut securely, I looked back at my desk, illuminated by the lamp. It was somewhat terrifying, yet uplifting to gaze upon it and realize this was the key to my future. I sat back down and removed the paper from beneath the book to see that my ink had smeared. It could have been a worrying sign, but I didn’t care. I was determined to have true happiness again, better than before. My child and myself deserved this.
I pulled a new sheet from a nearby drawer, and began to write my response once more.
Chapter Two
As the days rolled by, I grew more anxious. It was a blessing to me when the mailman arrived with a special delivery that made me glow happily. I swiped it from his hands and gave a quick thank you before rushing up to my room. I opened the letter excitedly and then fell back onto the bed when I read the words:
My dear Vanessa,
Your words are the sweetest I’ve read, and I can’t wait to meet you. I can’t stop thinking about the things you’ve said, and I want to be one with you as soon as possible. Accept my proposal, and I will give you the life you desire.
You are worth waiting for,
Brandon Hynes
I knew right away that my life was going to change. Everything I knew about him so far made my heart beat loudly in my chest, and I wanted nothing more than to know this interesting man I would soon call my husband. I was newly engaged, and the excitement made me swoon. I hugged the note close. It even had a masculine scent to it that teased my senses, and I squealed in delight.
Olivia walked into the room with a knowing smile on her face. “You must have gotten the letter.” She said.
I smiled back and hugged the note closer, “I did! He has just proposed to me! I want to write a letter back, but I think it would be much more fitting to show in person and accept it. I can’t bear to be apart from him any longer.” I said.
“Well then I will start packing your things and my own. You should probably hurry and get your tickets.” She said as she moved towards my wardrobe. She seemed just as excited, no doubt because we would be getting to see a new place that neither of us had ever seen. Texas was like a foreign land to me, and I felt like a princess setting off to meet her prince. I nodded excitedly and grabbed up my pouch. “Of course! Then I will be back, and we should head off at the earliest time, so be quick!” I said to her before moving out the door.
I ignored any whispers and rumoring. I was in much too good a mood to be brought down yet again by my town’s insistent gossiping. I sent a letter express that asked him to come to the train station, and then proceeded to plan my trip.
It wasn’t very long afterward when I had secured the ticket for the earliest time I could. Instead of my letter, he would receive the whole package. Olivia and I took the long journey to Texas, and as we drifted farther from the east, we watched as the landscapes went from rolling green hills and azure blue skies, to dusty plains and tumbleweed.
Olivia frowned, “It isn’t the most welcome sight…” she said to me.
I sighed, “Perhaps not, but love is waiting for me here. No matter what I see outside this window, it won’t detour me from what’s there awaiting me.”
She smiled, “Of course not. I just hope we can both get used to it.” She said as we sat quietly for the short remainder of the trip. We found ourselves off boarding the train to a sea of people milling about, but without even trying I knew who I was looking for. His eyes met mine, and I noticed right away that he was Brandon.
I’d never seen such vibrant eyes. They were a mesmerizing shade of hazel, deep and profound. He was more muscular than men I had known back in Connecticut, likely due to the hard work he performed on a daily basis, and his manner of dress was like that of a cowboy straight out of my favorite tales. I was unable to resist the man I saw before me, but a sense of dread began to fill me as I worried about something I hadn’t thought to before.
Of course I hadn’t spoken much of my pregnancy in our brief letters. His expression worried me as it seemed much too baffled, and less enthused than my own. Olivia seemed to have noticed as well. I wasn’t sure what to expect now, and I feared that my troubles back home had followed me here as well. I had been naïve to think that everything would be different just because I fled.
I approached him slowly, and he met me halfway. We stood looking into one another’s eyes, and I just couldn’t read what was behind them. What was he thinking? The ideas of what it could be terrified me.
“You must have been expecting something…different.” I said hesitantly as I looked down.
He studied my features for a moment longer before a smile unexpectedly broke out across his face. “Truthfully, I pictured you as beautiful, but I just didn’t know how beautiful. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He said as he held my hands. “But you se
em troubled. If it’s because you thought I wouldn’t find you attractive, I assure you it’s anything but that. Guess I must have had a pretty stupid look on my face.” He said sheepishly. His voice had that undeniable Texan drawl to it. I found it very alluring, and it only added to his charm.
I smiled weakly and shook my head, “Not at all! I-I’m just not very good at figuring out what someone is thinking, but I’m glad I was wrong.” I said. I could feel my cheeks warming up. This man was absolutely gorgeous, and here he was thinking the same thing about me. I never did fancy myself that beautiful, but somehow I had never had an issue wooing men. In my youth, I was frequently courted, but I was raised by parents who believed a woman should keep her modesty well into adulthood where she could one day give herself to the man she loved in the purest of senses. I firmly believed the same, however I suppose anyone could imagine how disdainful it was to think I had been a failure considering my situation. I prayed he didn’t say anything about my pregnancy.
“And who would this lovely lady be?” he asked, gesturing towards Olivia.
I smiled, “This is my personal assistant Olivia Taft. She’s a very kind girl, and always goes above and beyond. She’s priceless to me, so I hope she can be included in the home.” I urged.
Olivia had been worried that Brandon would turn her away. She didn’t want to go back to Connecticut, but she essentially would if I couldn’t find her a space here. I had promised to work my hardest, but something in me told me that Brandon wasn’t the type to do such things.
He gave her a bright smile, “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Taft. I think you’ll fit right in with the others at the home. They’ll show you around and get you settled with what tasks you’ll need to perform once myself and Miss Cromwell wed. Until then, please keep your efforts focused on her needs.” He said.
Olivia nodded politely, “Of course sir.” She said. Our luggage was unloaded by some of the station hands, and we were then taken to his coach, where we were seated inside. Olivia was taken separately so that myself and Brandon could have some alone time.
I was like a bashful child in his presence. I couldn’t look him in the eyes very well, but that familiar scent lingered in the air. It truly made me wish to know his touch, but I restrained my desires in favor of being as dignified as possible. He could very well send me back.
After some time, he spoke. “Miss Cromwell, I hope we can be on more familiar terms now.” He said.
“Of course! Please call me Vanessa.” I said. I could see his eyes still scanning over me and it made me nervous and excited all at once.
“I’ve loved that name since I saw it in your letter. I’m still surprised that you came. It lets me know that I made the right decision.” He said with a smile.
“So had I sent the letter, would it have been unwelcome?” I asked out of curiosity.
“No, just not as endearing as coming in person.” He explained. “So you’ve never been somewhere like this have you?” he asked as we moved along.
“No. I’m afraid my views have usually been the factories and tall buildings of Connecticut.” I said, “It’s not the most pleasant thing to always see. Frankly I find this a welcome change of pace.”
“Well I’ll tell you I’m no stranger to that region of the states. I just happen to feel most comfortable here, and I hope you feel right at home.” He said with a wide grin, “So then…I do have a few questions to ask you.” He said, his expression growing a tad more serious.
I felt my heart sink, “Certainly.” I said as I eyed him cautiously.
“I noticed in your letters you hinted at a few things that might be inconsistent with what someone might be expecting, and of course as I look at you now, I’m sure I see it, and I hope you don’t take offense.” He began, “Are you pregnant Vanessa?” he asked.
I could feel the very blood in my veins freeze. I tried my hardest not to think dreadfully of it, but my body had other plans. I began to shake and quiver like a leaf in a tempest, and I felt clammy. “W-well…Yes.” I stammered out finally, “I am. I truly hope you don’t think I was trying to double cross you. I know not many men would want a woman like me. I also assure you I am…well…” I trailed off.
He continued to gaze on at me without a single word. It made me draw in a sharp breath.
“I am taken by you Brandon. I truly am.” I said finally, though my voice was feathery.
He let a smirk grow on his features, “Well now, you really are a gem. You’re so refined and all being from Connecticut that I guess you don’t realize that things work a little differently down here. Now I’m not gonna lie. It’s not exactly the norm for a pregnant woman to be marrying a man, but it isn’t the end of the world either.” He said. “Maybe people will talk a little, but really it’s not something I care about, and you shouldn’t either. Besides, pregnancy seems to make you glow.” He said with a smile.
I let a smile slowly creep onto my face as I processed what he’d just said to me. He couldn’t be this perfect. Surely there had to be something I was missing, or at least something would go wrong…
Chapter Three
Along the way to his home, we made small talk and discussed his life in Texas and my own in Connecticut, though I tended to keep most things simple and undetailed. I learned that he owned a large ranch, on which sat an estate and some external homes for staff, along with a guest house. He had been born and raised in Texas, and the constantly changing tides in his state were always a point of discussion. In particular, the discussion was surrounding the education system, and how schooling would change as new laws were enacted. I wondered what interest he would have in this topic considering it wouldn’t affect him much.
It wasn’t long after our discussion had begun that we pulled into his home. The entry to it was large and vast, with hefty amounts of fertile land, and long tracks of space for his cattle and horses. The home itself sat perched amidst beautiful landscaping, and its regal appearance was unlike anything I had seen back home. This caught me off guard considering the fact that the rest of Texas seemed very humble by comparison.
He noted the wonder in my eyes and smiled as he stepped out. “This is my home, and soon to be yours as well.” He explained. He walked around to help me off of the coach, and gestured towards it. “Well, do you want to have a look around?” he asked.
I didn’t hesitate to nod my head before we were quickly moving towards the house. “It’s nothing like my own back home! It’s so open and large!” I exclaimed. I thought my own house was quite magnificent, but it paled in comparison to this one. He smiled, “It was built sturdy by my great grandparents. Can you imagine this used to be a one room cabin? Now it’s a huge estate.” He said.
I was in awe at the sheer magnitude of work this must have taken. “That truly is quite a feat.” I said as he opened the door. When we stepped inside, he was properly greeted by staff as well as myself. The home was large and empty otherwise, and I could see how one man could grow lonely in a place like this. Everything was made of thick wood, and the furnishings were quaint, but fit the home’s appeal. Cow skin rugs, and the horns of animals sat proudly about the home. By all measure, it was tastefully decorated, but no doubt a man had done this all himself. I also had never been used to such a primal way of adorning one’s home. It fit his appearance though, and I was beginning to imagine myself proudly walking the halls as the lady of the house soon.
“Well, what do you think about my little slice of heaven?” he asked me with a broad grin.
I walked up closer to him and looked around once more. “It certainly is lovely. It’s nothing like what I am used to, and I find it refreshing.” I said honestly. “Lawrence would have never liked something like this, but then again, he was a product of his raising. I personally love it.”
“Good! I’m glad a woman can appreciate it. My sister always has some sort of complaining and carrying on to do about how I choose to keep it.” He said.
I could only laugh at that, “So y
ou do have siblings and other family?” I asked.
He nodded, “Yes ma’am. I have my sister Jocelyn, who you’re sure to meet before I even kick a bucket her way. There’s also my brother Joseph, but he’s in California, so not much of a chance we’ll be seeing him anytime soon.” He said.
“You’re lucky then. I never had any siblings, but I always begged for a sister. My mother said God had given her me, and me alone, and she was never going to question him for that.” I said in response. She had lost the ability to have more children after an accident, but I could always see in her eyes how she felt inadequate afterwards. She wanted more kids, and I oftentimes wondered if she cried when I wasn’t about. I suspected as much. I had always hoped to have multiple children because of this.
“Sometimes one is all you need, but in regards to that, I do have one other family member you should know about.” He said looking at me.
I furrowed my brows in confusion. I was worried yet again. “What do you mean Brandon?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but as if right on cue, a little girl with bouncing blonde curls and the same vibrant eyes as her father came bounding out of a room. She was being chased after by a frazzled nanny who was obviously worried she might be in trouble for not taming her.
With a quick motion, he hoisted the young girl up in his arms and proceeded to spin with her. She giggled and smiled, her bright expression lighting up the room like a thousand suns might. I could only stare in awe as realization dawned on me.
He finally sat her down and fixed her dress once more before addressing me with his answer, “Vanessa, this is Ruth, my daughter.” He explained.
I looked from him to the young girl, now speechless. “A daughter…?” I said without realizing it.
Ruth smiled up at me, and it made my heart nearly melt. She couldn’t have been any more than 5. “Hello Miss Vanessa! It’s really nice to meet you.” She said.
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