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“Let me ask you something,” Aunt Joan said, waiting until Lucy nodded her acquiescence. “If you did marry Lord Thornbridge, then would you be marrying him because you want to make someone else happy, or are you marrying him because he makes you happy?”
Lucy swallowed and sniffled as she considered it. She thought of the way her heart beat faster whenever he was near. She thought of the way that butterflies awoke in her stomach when she thought of him.
“No,” she said softly. “I’m marrying him because he makes me happy.”
“Then anything that comes your way, you can figure out together,” Aunt Joan told her. “I may not have ever married myself, but I know that much is true. A marriage is a partnership. You work together to solve your problems.”
Lucy sniffled, sighing. She felt much better. She wiped her cheek with one hand, keeping hold of her aunt’s hand with the other. Lucy nodded.
“You’re right,” she said, at last.
“You’re doing this for the right reasons, and I am so glad that you’re marrying for love. Your parents, and his parents as well, would have been so happy to know of this.” Aunt Joan was smiling at her in an encouraging manner.
Lucy smiled at the thought of all of those that they had lost, and how pleased they would be over Lucy and Silas’ union. But she still had her doubts. “I just don’t know if I could do it,” she admitted.
“Then you must talk to Silas.” Aunt Joan nodded.
Lucy nodded back, accepting the handkerchief that her aunt handed to her. She wiped at her eyes.
She would have to tell him the truth. She owed it to him. Then, it would be up to him—if Silas didn’t think that she could do it, then Lucy would be broken-hearted, but she would understand.
