Clean Inspirational Romance: Escape to Paradise (Inspirational Happy Sweet First Love Second Chance Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Love Inspired Holiday Short Stories) (26 page)

We waited in silence for a few moments before we heard her father’s voice call out into the night, looking for her.

She moved away from the pillar and looked over at me over her shoulder.

“Thank you, Oliver. For seeing me when no one else can.”

*****

Her father cleared his throat, and I shook my head, clearing the memory from my mind’s eye. The noises became apparent to me once more, and I again saw Grace and Edwin dancing. It appeared to be that they had started to dance together again to another song. Strange, I was the only person she had ever danced with for more than one song.

“You know, Oliver, those attributes you listed before?” her father began.

“Yes, sir?”

“Those qualities could also be said of you, my boy. I have known you for practically your entire life, and it sounded as if you had described yourself.” Then he laughed. “Just think, you could have been a suitor for Grace!”

For some reason, his words made me feel as if I had been hit square across the face. A suitor, for Grace? I suppose I had thought of it once or twice before, but it just always seemed to be far too strange an idea. How could I ever love her in that way? I didn’t think it was possible.

He continued to laugh. “The thought never crossed my mind, how strange! I suppose both your parents and I have been far too busy attempting to find suitable pairings for you both since you were young. And you have said so many times how you consider her as a sister, and you have protected her as such since you were little.” He smiled. “My, what an interesting thought.”

My mother, who had been oddly quiet for quite some time, also laughed. “Truly, you had never thought of it, George? My husband and I had discussed it once when they were young, but decided against it when both Oliver and Grace rejected the idea most vehemently when we had suggested it to them.”

“I don’t remember you ever speaking with us about that,” I answered her, looking over at her.

She smiled. “You were quite young. But you never showed interest in one another. Her mother and I watched you very closely as you approached a suitable age for marriage, and when you never showed anything aside from platonic feelings towards one another, we decided against saying anything. We feared it might ruin the friendship that you have built, and we felt it was more important for us to preserve that.”

Mr. Fletcher seemed to consider her words. “I suppose that makes sense. And if something had happened to your friendship, Oliver, it might make it difficult for us to spend time with you and your husband, Mrs. Gale.”

She nodded. “It would have certainly made it harder on them for us to have a friendship. And we so dearly cherish our friendship.”

I remained silent as I looked up at Edwin and Grace. So our parents had thought about us being a pairing as well. The news shouldn’t surprise me, since I had considered it myself, but to hear it out loud was bizarre and unfamiliar. Was this even a reality that could exist? It didn’t seem like it.

And did our parents never suggest it to us out of fear of their friendship? I suppose I could understand that. Our mothers had been friends since they were young, and had remained close well into their adult years. It would have broken their heart if they attempted to match their children and it went horribly wrong. How could they ever look at one another in the same way again?

“I do have a good feeling about this,” her father said.

“He is a good man,” my mother added. “He would be a very good match for her.”

Her father smiled wide. “I suppose I should go inform my wife all that you have said about him! She will be most delighted!”

He looked at me and clapped me on the shoulder, very similar to how Edwin had. “Thank you, Oliver, for bringing him with you this evening. And you as well, Mrs. Gale.”

My mother nodded and smiled as he made his way across the room to where his wife sat with a group of other women, most likely discussing the possibility of a now upcoming marriage.

I sighed a sigh of relief as he departed and folded my arms over my chest.

“What’s the matter, son?” Mother asked me.

I wasn’t even sure how to answer her.

She looked around the room. “They would indeed make a good pairing.”

“I think they would as well,” I replied.

“That was a rather stiff answer,” she said. “I do hope we can find you as nice of a woman to wed.”

“Everyone seems to be a bit ahead of themselves about Grace and Edwin. They just met, after all.”

“Well not everyone has had an entire lifetime of getting to know someone like you and she did. Besides, they would have plenty of time to get to know one another after they’ve been married.”

I grunted in spite of myself. “That’s true, I suppose.”

“Her mother and father realize that she is the oldest in her family, and that the number of possible suitors is dwindling. They are starting to fear that she might not ever find someone. Her father especially thinks that she is far too defiant. He had hoped that she would have been married and settled years ago. They are afraid that it might soon be too late for her.”

I sighed. Being a woman, she was most appealing to suitors when she was younger, so as to be able to have a family that was healthy and happy. I could continue to search for a suitor for quite a few more years. And our parents had been attempting to match us with suitors for nearly four years now.

And Grace had not liked a single one. They all had been too old, too short, too rich, or too arrogant. There was always something obviously wrong, and she would never hear otherwise. But tonight was different. She was seemingly enraptured with Edwin, who likewise seemed smitten. It was like something out of a storybook, where the prince and princess fall madly in love the first time they meet.

Well, it certainly was a surprise. To both of us. And isn’t that what she had wanted and hoped for?

“My dear, I hope you know that this isn’t the end.”

I looked over at her. “What do you mean, Mother?”

She smiled a small, knowing smile. “Something in your demeanor has changed tonight. It changed when we introduced dear Grace to our friend Mr. Montgomery. Everything that we have talked about tonight,” she hesitated. “Just realize that nothing has been decided, and nothing has been set in stone. Yet. But also know this. You won’t have forever to make up your mind.”

And with that, she drifted off through the crowd to find, I assumed, my father.

Dumbfounded, I watched her walk away, my mind reeling.

*****

Was she…was she implying what I thought she might be? Was she suggesting…no. How could she be?

Grace’s laugh carried across the room, and I immediately found her in the crowd. Another curl had loosened itself from the thick tress of chestnut hair, and still she did not notice it.

She was so beautiful. Her smile lit up her whole face, and her green eyes were bright in the

Standing there alone in that moment, I felt vulnerable. Could I even let myself think these thoughts?

Something in your demeanor has changed tonight.

I had felt it too. Of course I wasn’t falling ill. I had so desperately not wanted to admit what I knew from the start; I was not comfortable with any of this.

But why this time? I had been happy about it every time before, always hopeful and eager right alongside Grace. I had always imagined our future families to be similar to our own childhood ones, where we could be friends. She and my wife would be wonderful mothers, and I would, of course, be quite happy with her husband, and consider him a great friend.

But why was this time so different?

You know why,
a small voice in the very back corner of my mind murmured.

I sighed.
It’s because it never worked out with any of the others,
I replied to it.

However, here was a situation in which my hopes could be a reality. I already knew Edwin, knew his character. I could trust him to take care of her. I could trust him to be loving and nurturing. He had a fantastic job, a wonderful home, and she would never want for anything. In many ways, he could be the best match for her thus far.

I should eagerly be anticipating this union right alongside our families, secretly hoping for tonight to be the first night of a blossoming, beautiful relationship. And then I could rest easy and sit back and wait until I myself found someone.

But it could also be the last night of our relationship.

She would spend far more time with him from now on, and in turn, far less time with me. It might even be inappropriate for a single man to spend time with a woman who might very soon be engaged.

The wedding would most likely take place on her parents’ estate, in the very place where she and I had spent so many years together. It would probably take place out beside the pond in her mother’s garden, in the spring months when the flowers in the trees were in bloom and the weather was mild. The same garden where we used to swim as children, where she cried with me when her sisters teased her, and where we would sneak out and stare at the stars together.

She would certainly move with him back to Brighton, where his manor was located. I would possibly see them if they decided to visit during the winters again. But if children were involved, it would be far harder for them to travel. And then I would hardly ever see her.

And we would grow apart.

And…I would lose my best friend.

Why had I never thought of this before? My first thought has always been about Grace, and wanting her to be happy. In the same way that she wanted me to be happy. We had spent countless hours growing up talking about what we hoped our future spouse would be like, and never had we ever even discussed the possibility about it being the other one. The idea would have been preposterous, just as my mother had said. She
was
like my sister. At least it seemed that way when we were younger.

The song came to an end and I watched the couples separate from one another. I couldn’t seem to see Edwin or Grace. I looked around the room, even took a few more steps closer to the crowd. That was odd. I couldn’t see them anywhere.

A burn started in my stomach again, and I felt my pulse quicken. Where could they have gone? I made my way around the dancers as another song started up, and my puzzlement grew and grew with each step. I stepped out into one of the parlors and relaxed when I saw them sitting together on a couch underneath a window. But they were quite alone, removed from the rest of the room, their heads bent toward one another. Grace’s posture was relaxed and she even leaned in towards him, as if hoping to separate some of the distance between them.

I leaned against the doorframe out of their sight, and out of sight of any of the other guests. I took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm my nerves. This was so ridiculous.

You won’t have forever to make up your mind.

I balled my hands into fists and bit down on the corner of my lip.
What does that mean, Mother?

I took another deep breath. What if, for just a moment, I contemplated about what it might be like if I were to be a suitor for Grace? What if it was me that married her?

I imagined what a daily life with her would be like. Well, I spent enough time with her now to know her habits and mannerisms. She would most likely spend a lot of time outdoors, perhaps in a garden or reading. She would insist on doing much of the housework on her own, and she would treat her own servants like family.

She would insist I take her to town nearly every day in the summer, and she would want to keep a large amount of animals around to keep her company while I was away working. She would maintain a sense of organized chaos, and she would most likely never wear shoes in the house.

I smiled in spite of myself.

But what about how I felt about it? Surely I would be able to live with her, that much was obvious. I think we could make each other happy; in fact, we might be the best suited to that task for each other. On the other hand, we might despise one another. Perhaps as friends we make a great match, but maybe as a married couple, we might contrast greatly.

Could I love her well? My, that was a strange thought. Had I ever thought about…loving her?

I peeked around the corner again, and found Grace and Edwin seated on the couch together still. I swallowed hard as I watched the line of Grace’s jaw as she spoke, the slenderness of her arms, and the corner of her mouth as she smiled. Of course I loved her, I thought. I had always loved her. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her, and I know that she felt the same way about me. But did that translate into any sort of romantic feelings?

Of course I found her beautiful. She and all of her sisters had a very classic, natural beauty. Where many women felt the need to adorn themselves with expensive dresses and jewelry to enhance their features, the Fletcher girls always were beautiful, even when they worked on their father’s farmland.

I sat back against the wall, out of sight and in the shadows. I leaned my head back and looked up at the ceiling.