You Who Holds My Heart ✔️

Final Chapter

Another ball, she bitterly thought. A small breath of frustration left Jennie's frown as she placed on the last piece of jewelry in her ear. She had begged her father to postpone the sudden event for another week. Her heart was not feeling present. Still, he insisted.

"Thank you," Jennie said to her servant after they finished applying her lipstick, "May I have a moment alone please?" she asked, standing from her chair. The servants silently bowed before exiting her chamber. Once they exited, Jennie sighed once more.

She yearned for solitude in her bedroom.

At least in solitude, Jennie would be able to sort through her muddled thoughts or, at the very least, attempt to.

She no longer wanted to remain in her house, however her duties required her to be roped in conversations that consistently held no meaning.

Jennie knew she would be forced to join groups of young ladies chatting while fanning their ridiculous patterned fans with false smiles. Forced to dance with gentlemen she did not care for. Forced to be in the presence of people that were not... she sighed a long weary sigh.

So, Jennie paced around her bedroom, thinking of ways to avoid the night. Her eyes wandered hoping to find any sort of distraction. Then, her eyes landed on a folded paper on her nightstand. That simple paper had definitely captured her attention. And she swallowed painfully.

Slowly and hesitantly, Jennie walked close till her fingers hovered over the paper. Till the pain in her expression was evident. That paper contained meaning. It was written by a person that held valued sentiments in Jennie's heart. The pain was piercing.

Lisa

She wondered how she was. It had been two months since she had last seen her, spoken to her... kissed her. The feeling still lingered in Jennie's lips. It was thrilling and yet, heart wrenching all together because Lisa was not hers.

It was all her fault.

If she had simply declined the courtship between Lisa's brother from the beginning, perhaps things would be different.

In what way, she wondered? The world was not understanding. It was filled with judgment. Jennie was terrified of the world. But she had realized that losing Lisa was even more terrifying.

Yet, she did.

Her heart was aching terribly.

However, she knew the feeling would fade in time, wouldn't it? It had to.

Jennie pulled herself away from Lisa's apology note.

She opened the drawer of her night stand instead and took out her personal journal. She held it to her chest as she walked to her table. Jennie sat herself down and opened the lid of her black ink. She took hold of the white feather quill before dabbing the tip in ink.

She looked down at the opened, blank page of her journal and exhaled softly before lowering the quill and writing her thoughts. Something she did yearly since she was a child. Since she met.....Lisa.

Lisa shivered as she took slow, steady steps down her carriage. The night was beautiful, she thought as she lifted her gaze up at the stars for a second before staring up at Jennie's exquisite home. It was larger than any home she had visited. The large mansion must have had at least fifty to sixty rooms.

She wondered why she had never visited before. But then she smiled softly because a memory of herself as a child swearing she would never take a step into the wench's house appeared in her thoughts. She was very childish indeed.

The house truly represented Jennie perfectly. It was beautiful and enchanting.

Her eyes suddenly landed towards a certain window as a silhouette of a woman passed by. Her heart grew uneasy. She could have sworn the woman was...