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Love poetry, the very essence of marriage within a single letter. Those romantic words form into the thoughts of proposal.
The elderly doorman came by the breakfast table with something on the silver tray. “A letter for Miss Sophia.” Everyone who was occupied, glanced up, even the twins.
Uncle John reached up for the letter, “Here. Here, let me see.”
“No, John. Let me see.” Aunt Caroline grabbed the letter gently without bending it, before her husband took it. “It's probably from that Lord Covington last night. Which was quite a surprise at the Theatre Royal.”
She lowered her gaze to the letter, realizing there were two of them on the chestnut dining table. “Sophia, dear. There seems to be two letters for you.” Two? Who else would write to me?
“Here, Sophia.” Aunt Caroline placed the two letters face down and pushed them gently across the table to Sophia.
“Thank you.” Sophia reached for the letters and laid them on her lap. She then glanced at them and looked up. “Aunt Caroline, may I be excused to retire to my room?”
Her aunt did not raise her head to reply, “You may.” Sophia rose up from her chair and left the dining table, leaving Helena behind.
When she got to her room, she excused Maria and Lina out and sat on the colorless bed. Sophia, placed one letter on the bed and gently opened the other one. She scanned her eyes over the delicate handwriting and read to herself.
Dear Miss Selwood,
I am sorry I startled you last night at the Theatre Royal. What I said was true, I am planning to marry you by the end of the week.
You are wondering how I know about you, so let me explain myself.
About six months ago, a Sir George Selwood appeared at my house offering me a proposal. He had written days before hand that he was coming.
He said that I would become one of his daughter's suitors because he found out that I am the Marquis of Ellsworth. He must have had connections to come knocking at my estate.
If she chooses me, then she would be the Marchioness of Ellsworth. He wanted to have a secured future for his only child and in return I would have a wife.
I promise, if you choose me as your one and only suitor, you will have a happy life. You'll have everything you ever wanted. All the bonnets and muslins, your heart desires. Your wish is at my command.
Please accept my offer of marriage, and you'll be the happiest woman alive. Have your answer by tonight when I see you at Almacks.
Your Truly,
Lord Richard Covington
Marquis of Ellsworth.
As Sophia read those last lines, she clasped her hand to her mouth. How can this be? She glided her small hand across her cheek as tears flowed down from her eyes. My father, how can he be so cruel? He has me finding my suitors and now this? What am I supposed to do? How can I possibly answer by tonight? I am so lost.
Sophia then switched to the other letter and read.
Miss Sophia,
Our trip to Lyme was unexpected, and I wish for it to never happen again. We need to talk what was going to happen between us at the shore. I do not blame myself, but you were tempting me with your sweet scent of wild lilies. I will never put you through something like that again.
Last night at the Theatre Royal was shocking. I had no idea that Lord Covington was going to propose to you. Everyone, now has heard the news. I wish you a splendid life with him. For no one will make you happier then him. All my wishes to your new life.
Sincerely,
Captain James Bentley
What a minute. Sophia raised a dark brow at the letter's last words. What's this supposed to mean? I'm not even married yet, and barely even proposed. And James, what is wrong with him?
“Sophia?” The urgent voice of Helena entered the bedroom. She placed the letters beside her and looked up at her cousin. “Are you alright?”
What does she mean? “I'm alright. Why?”
“Nothing, really.” As Maria and Lina walked in, Helena remembered someone. “Lucy Malloy is downstairs. And she would like us to walk the gardens with her.”
Sophia's ocean blue eyes lit up at the word garden. “That would be amazing. I haven't been to the gardens, yet.”
“Lina, tell Miss. Malloy that we will be with her in a few moments.” Lina replied with a nod to Helena and left the room. “So, Sophia. Who wrote to you?”
Maria was helping Sophia into her pale pink muslin, “Just Lord Covington.”
“Just him? I thought there was two letters.” Lina had walked in the room and was now helping Helena into her light brown muslin.
“No.” That was the only answer Sophia said. I don't want her to know that James wrote to me. It'll be a disaster if she found out. She'll probably won't handle it well.
By the time they were done, the headed downstairs to meet Lucy. “Miss Sophia!” Lucy's perky voice had dropped down a notch from yesterday. “Are you ready?”
All Sophia did was smile and all three of them left to go to the gardens. I wonder what it'll be like? Maybe it's like home. Will there be alba white roses and banksiae yellow ones? Hopefully today will be very grand.
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When they got to the gardens, Sophia noticed how beautiful it was. “How magnificent.”
“They sure are.” Lucy replied. “Come, let's walk.”
Sophia trailed behind taking in all the glory of the flowers. I was right. My favorites are here. She gently brushed her fingers upon the delicate white petals of the alba roses. How soft and pretty.
Time must have passed because Sophia noticed she was far behind from Lucy and Helena. “Lucy? Helena?” She called out.
Then all of a sudden she heard someone giggling. Sophia lightly walked to the edge of a tall, green bush and heard someone. “Lord McCord, you are such a flatterer.” Lucy? What is she doing with Lord Issac McCord? Being confused as she was, Sophia gently walked backwards except she bumped into someone.
“Sorry.”
“Sophia?” That voice. She looked up seeing no other then James.
“James? What are you doing here?”
“A man can't walk the gardens in solitude?” His cheery voice was getting to her. Why does his mood constantly change?
“I guess so. But I was looking for Lucy and found her with Lord McCord. Well actually heard her with him. Then I can't find Helena.”
“She's with Simon Malloy.”
“What?” Her soft voice was becoming a whisper. “Why? I need to find her.” Sophia walked passed James but of out nowhere she felt his strong arm grasping hers. “James. Let me go.” She spoke each word with agitation. What is he doing? He shouldn't be grabbing me like this in public.
All James said was, “No.”
Sophia's stunned face turned to face him. “And why not?”
“Leave them alone. And plus we need to talk about yesterday.” He was still holding on to her small arm, not tightly but with gentle care.
“We don't need to talk about anything. Now let me go!” Sophia was getting angrier by the moment.
“Are you afraid I might kiss you?” Immediately, Sophia's blue eyes widened but didn't get to say anything. Instead James pulled Sophia in and crushed his rough lips with hers. The kiss didn't last long because the next thing that happened was very shocking.
Sophia pulled away and did the most unladylike thing. She slapped him, right on his very cheek.
James pulled his hand to his slapped cheek, “Why did you do that for?”
“You are the most infuriating man I've ever known, James Bentley! I wish to never see you again!” Without hearing another word from James, she walked off finding her two friends. How dare he kiss me! And he did it in broad daylight. In public! I wish to never see him again.
She found Lucy and Helena together without the other men and pulled them out of the gardens. “Sophia, what's wrong?” Helena said.
“Nothing. I wish to go home now.” Without another word, they got into the carriage and headed home. Hopefully tonight at Almacks will be a lot better.
I've read through your whole story so far but everyone covered all the mistakes, so I decided to start on the latest chapter, because there hasn't been that many critiquers yet to beat me to it 
I hope you don't get offended by these, they're only nitpicks, not massive problems.
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