Torrance sat at his desk with his glass in his hand. All manner of papers littered the desk, but the only one he looked at was the brief note from Marriette the servants brought him along with the news that she had left in the middle of the night.
I am not the wife you need. I hope you are happy with your new woman. I have gone to find Arthur.
Arthur was Marriette's friend's brother. He read the note again, and maybe something more. Everyone has secrets. Unfortunately, she misunderstood one of his. He turned the note over and over in his hands trying to pull some new meaning from it, but no new words appeared, no new hope. She was gone, and she had taken his heart with her.
He'd never expected to fall in love with her.
The offer of Marriette as his bride had come as a shock to Torrance
