It was handed to her at a friend's house where she had gone for a tea party. Just as she was about to step into her carriage to go back home, a man she did not recognize approached, placed a red envelope in her hand, and walked away without saying a word about who had sent it.
"What's that, my lady?" Claire, who was sitting inside the carriage with her, questioned curiously as she studied the strange envelope. There was no name on the stamp.
"I don't know, someone handed it to me just now. Oh, it's a letter," Isabelle mused as she opened the envelope and took out the folded sheet. But even before she read through the words written on it, she instantly recognized the neat handwriting to be that of Deven. A smile bloomed on her face as she lifted the paper to her nose and inhaled his familiar scent lingering faintly on it.
