Love Letters to a Lady: A Historical Regency Clean Sweet Romance Novel

by Fanny Finch

  He had been leaving the day-to-day running of the land to his men. She’d seen him in talks with some of the other landowners in the area. And letters to and from England had been going back and forth. But he would not tell her what was in those letters.

  He grew tired more easily. Went to bed a little earlier. And she saw at dinner that his food was no longer being devoured with gusto but picked at.

  Maria couldn’t help but worry over him. The Caribbean climate rather agreed with her. But then, she had been born in it. Father and Mother had come from England to make their fortune here. Perhaps in his old age the climate was against him.

  It could be that he had also stopped by to see Dr. Lawrence. She hoped that was the reason for his lateness. It terrified her to think that he had collapsed in his carriage.

  Her father was a stubborn man, Maria knew. She herself was stubborn. Mother had always said that was where Maria got it from.

  He would insist on riding even when he was not well enough for it. He would continue to pretend that he was fine up until the very last moment. How was she supposed to know when he wasn’t doing well if he insisted on pretending?

  It could be merely old age catching up with him. Her father had been older when he had married Mother. He was a good five to ten years older than most of the other landowners.

  But Maria couldn’t help but worry that it was something more.

  And didn’t that fill her with all kinds of dread.

  Perhaps if she were a boy it would not matter. But she was a woman. If Father was ill…

  She had no idea what Father had arranged for her should he pass on while she was still unmarried. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried to get married. She knew her duty.

  But there were so few people still out here in the colonies. Most men came out here either with families already, or with only an interest in building their fortunes and then leaving for England again. It was nearly impossible to find someone who would be a potential suitor.

  Maria took a steadying breath. She was just doing that thing where she worried herself into a pit. It would start with one worry and then it would spiral into a complete and total mess. She was better than that. She was an adult.

  Besides, where was the logic in worrying if she could do nothing about it? Father was very good at planning. Surely if he was truly ill he would have made plans. Even if he did not want to admit to Maria that he was ill. He was the sort of man who had something in place for every eventuality.

  Still, she stood on the porch, waiting.

  Another few agonizing minutes passed as she tried not to let her fear overtake her. It would be ridiculous for Father to come home safe and sound and learn his daughter had been fretting over him like a five-year-old instead of a proper young lady of nineteen.

  Then she saw it: dust kicking up in the distance.

  The roads of the town were cobbled but it was far too much work and too little reward to do so out here on the estate.

  Maria waved happily. Father probably couldn’t see her from this distance, but she wanted to wave anyway.

  The carriage pulled up and Father descended. Maria hurried over to him. The evening breeze caught in her hair and made it even worse of a tangle than before.

  “Hello, my dear,” Father said jovially.

  He always had this way of making himself sound cheerful. Even when Maria knew he wasn’t truly, he sounded so much like it that he easily fooled everyone. People always said there was no one with a better temper than her father.

  “Father.” Maria took his arm to help him up the porch steps into the house. “How was your trip into town?”

  “Very good, my dear.” Father sighed. “Maria. Your hair, child. Honestly.”

  “What?” Maria patted at her admittedly messy dark locks. “There is no one about to see. I was helping the servants shuck the peas.”

  “Of course you were,” Father said wearily. “You are quite tan, dear, it’s going to give you freckles.”

  “I already have plenty of freckles,” Maria noted. Mother had said, when Maria was a baby, that each freckle was the mark left from an angel kissing her. The more angel kisses you had the luckier you were.

  “That you do. And your feet!”

  “Well it was too hot to go out in proper shoes!” Maria protested.

  She helped Father inside and got him seated in the sitting room. It would be different if they had visitors all the time. But nobody was ever coming to visit. The plantations were all so spread out.

  If people wanted to socialize then they went to a ball or met in town at the port. It was simply easier that way. It wasn’t as if a surprise visitor was going to be making morning calls.

  “I really do wish that you would make more of a habit of ladylike behavior,” Father told her.

  Maria poured him a glass of water from the pitcher and handed it to him. “I shall have Betsy fetch you something to eat. Dinner is not yet ready but I think you could do with some tea.”

  “You take very good care of me,” Father acknowledged.

  She didn’t like the sad tone in his voice when he said that. It made her worried.

  “Any interesting news at the harbor?” she asked. “How is the war faring?”

  “War is not a subject that a lady should be concerning herself with,” Father said.

  “Is there any other interesting news you could regale me with instead?” Maria asked.

  Father sighed. “My dear. Someday you are going to need to learn the principles of discretion and holding your tongue.”

  Maria laughed. “Today is not that day, Father.”

  “No, but it will be soon.”

  Maria paused. There was something serious in his tone. A sense of…finality.

  She sat down across from him. “Father? Is everything all right?”

  Father looked down at his hands. Old, weather-beaten hands. Maria had often seen Father, when he was younger, helping out in the fields. All the gentlemen had to at some point.

  She suspected that it surprised them. How hands-on they might sometimes have to get. She wondered if in England it was different.

  She’d never been, of course. Both her parents were from there, but she’d been born on the plantation, on this island.

  But she did want to go someday. The Caribbean was lovely. She loved the heat and the flowers and the wildlife. She loved the native songs and the relaxed atmosphere. But there was nothing to really do.

  With Mother gone, Maria was left alone most of the day. She did a lot of reading and a lot of exploring around the land. She’d climbed trees until Father had put a stop to that.

  Maria wanted to be around other people. She wanted to have proper friends for once. She wanted to be where there were people, where it was busy and exciting.

  Her father spoke again, interrupting her reverie.

  “I hate to uproot you like this, my dear. I know that this will not be easy for you.” He cleared his throat. “But the time has come.”

  “The time has come for what?” Maria asked.

  “For you to go to England. For me to return.”

  “What?” Maria fairly gaped at him. “But—not that I am objecting Father but—why? This is all so sudden.”

  “Perhaps,” Father acknowledged. “Or at least, sudden to you. But I’m afraid the time has come. I have just received a letter as to that effect. It sets aside many doubts I was having.”

  “I think you had better explain,” Maria said.

  She was his daughter, yes. And she did not know much of the finer things in life, it was also true. But she had been running this household for the past three years since Mother’s death. She was far from stupid and she did not appreciate being kept in the dark about something that so affected her future.

  Father sighed. “I have worried for some time about your future.

  “Dr. Perquon has made it clear that despite all attempts, this climate is not doing me any favors. That was part of why your mother and I came out here. I
t was hoped that the warmer climate would benefit my ailing health.

  “And for a time, it did. I grew better. But now it seems nothing can prevent my health from fading. My body is determined to betray me.”

  Maria reached out and took his hand in hers, squeezing gently. She could hear a trace of frustration in his voice despite his casual tone and warm c’est la vie smile.

  Father continued. “Since there is nothing to be done about my health, I turned to thoughts of you.

  “I miss England. It is my home. I wanted to return to it, of course. Even more so, I wanted to introduce you to London society. I should have done so much sooner, in fact.”

  “I’ve been happy here,” Maria protested. “I see no reason to take me away too soon. And you needed someone to stay behind at the house and take care of things there now that Mother is gone.”

  “That is all true,” Father said. “Those were the excuses that I gave myself for keeping you here instead of sending you to London.

  “But most girls your age were already presented to society a year or two ago. To be a young lady of nineteen who has not even been introduced…” Her father shook his head. “It is not unheard of, certainly. But it puts you at a disadvantage to be married.

  “I should have sent you away to England. But you were all that I had. And I have been worried for you. The upbringing that you are used to is nothing like what you will encounter in London.

  “Furthermore, I’m afraid that we are in a precarious position. I have been writing with the solicitors in charge of my family’s legal matters in London. I have striven for years but unfortunately this plantation and all my holdings are tied up in a legacy.

  “They will be passed down to the nearest male relative upon my death. In this case it is my cousin’s son, a perfectly affable young man. I have heard nothing but good things of him.

  “But he is not you. I have managed to leave you some money for when I die. It will help to inspire any man to wish to marry you. But you cannot live on it forever.

  “You must find a husband and unfortunately you must do so quickly. Your age is against you and I am not much longer for this world.”

  “Father, don’t speak like that.” Maria’s fears concerning marriage paled in comparison to her concern over her father’s fatalism. “You are in better health than you think you are, I am sure. There is no reason to think such things.”

  “I must return to England and see about my affairs,” Father went on. “I am sure that my relative will want an income a year rather than having to sail across the ocean to a plantation in the colonies.

  “Therefore, I must sell this place and see about wise investments instead. To provide an annual income. And of course I must see to providing you with a bit of inheritance.”

  “But—” Maria stuttered. This was her home. This was all that she had known. The idea of visiting England was, had been, lovely but she also loved her home here. She didn’t necessarily want to go to England forever.

  Father smiled sadly at her. “I am sorry, my dear. I know this must be a lot for you to take in. But I have contacted the son of my closest friend from boyhood. He and his sister will be happy to receive you and escort you.”

  “And what of yourself?” Maria asked.

  “I am too old and will be too busy to be a proper escort for you,” Father replied. “I shall stay in town and focus on business while you stay with them. They are younger and will be better able to help you in finding a husband.”

  Maria shook her head. “I don’t want this. Father. Please. I want to stay with you. At least give me that.”

  “This is for the best, Maria.” Father’s tone was firm and brooked no argument. “I will see you married and settled before my end if I am able. This is the way that it will be done.”

  “But—”

  “No arguing. My decision on this has been coming for a long time and it is final. I was only waiting until everything was confirmed before speaking to you.”

  Maria felt frustration bubbling up inside of her and closed her mouth, nodding once before exiting the room. She didn’t want to say anything that she would regret.

  How could Father spring this on her so suddenly? When she had no idea of what was coming? Surely he could have spoken to her about this sooner. About his illness, about his ideas, about going to London, about inheritance and the importance of marriage.

  She had thought that she would inherit the plantation and all the rest upon her father’s death. She had thought that marriage was not something she need worry about as much because of that.

  Now it turned out that she did need to worry about marriage, and fast.

  Even worse than that sudden change was the fact that she had to leave home. A trip to a new place was one thing. But to leave all that she had ever known?

  She was useful here. She ran the household. She was friendly with all of the servants and the workers. When she went into town everyone knew her name and she theirs.

  Now she would know no one. She would be utterly alone.

  How was she supposed to go into the house of strangers and trust them with escorting her? The son of her father’s closest friend was all well and good in theory but had Father met him in person? He couldn’t have unless it was when the son was quite young. Maria hadn’t even been born when Father and Mother had come to the Caribbean.

  All Father had was letters of correspondence. It was easy to affect a certain manner in a letter. And even if the man was trustworthy, Maria wouldn’t know him or his sister.

  She was to be placed with strangers.

  How was she to manage that? She knew hardly anyone even on the island. Of course she knew them by name and such. But there were hardly any balls or anything of that sort. It was quite impossible to call upon someone given the terrain.

  Only the few who lived in town could have a social life and those were usually of the lower class and therefore couldn’t be associated with anyway.

  Now she would be expected to live with strangers for months? To…to associate with people?

  A part of her was elated. Excited. She would love to attend the balls that her mother had always spoken about.

  Mother had missed those balls terribly. She’d been a very social creature. It must have been for Father’s health that she had journeyed to such a remote and lonely place. She had never complained and had found much to love.

  But Maria knew that her mother always longed for London society. And she wanted to experience what had made her mother love it so. It was a possible way to feel closer to her.

  Not to mention that Mother had made them sound so terribly exciting and wonderful. Full of glamorous gowns and flirtatious gentlemen, the finest foods and beautiful music. It was like a sort of fairytale in Maria’s head when she pictured it.

  But the rest of her was terrified. How was she supposed to fit in there? People in England must be quite different from people in the Caribbean.

  Her father had said as much many a time. Telling her “not in England” was practically his hobby.

  “They would not permit that in England,” he would tell her when she came in with three inches of her hem soaked in mud.

  “In England you will not be allowed such behavior,” he would say when Maria was hungry and devouring dinner.

  “When you are in England you shall have to watch your tongue,” he would declare when she had offered up her frank opinion on a shipping charter.

  “Well we aren’t in England right now, are we?” she would always counter.

  It wasn’t that Mother hadn’t done her best. Maria knew how to dance and could play the pianoforte and the harp. She knew needlework and was very good at drawing. In fact, the latter, along with watercolor, was her favorite hobby. She loved sketching or painting the plants and wildlife.

  She was accomplished enough, in other words. It was just the idea of talking to people, of introducing herself to so many strangers for their scrutiny…well, it was intimidating. She dared any other
woman not to feel the same.

  But there was no way out of her predicament. Not that she could find.

  Maria went back outside and sat on the edge of the porch. She had always felt best when outside.

  She would have to go to England. If Father was being so firm about this then it was because he saw no other way.

  * * *

  Do you want to read more?

  Click on the link below!

  Be a Part of Fanny Finch’s Family

  I write for you, the readers, and I love hearing from you! Thank you for your on going support as we journey through the most romantic era together.

  If you’re not a member of my family yet, it’s never too late. Stay up to date on upcoming releases and check out the website for all information on romance.

  I hope my stories touch you as deeply as you have impacted me. Enjoy the happily ever after!

  Let’s connect and download this Free Exclusive Bonus Story!

  (Available only to my subscribers)

  Click on the image or on the button below to get the BONUS

  BookHip.com/MMLGXA

  Also by Fanny Finch

  Book 1: Saving Lady Abigail

  Book 2: Engaging Love

  Book 3: A Forthright Courtship

  Book 4: A love Worth Saving