You Have My Heart, Lady Illea (A Lady Illea Novel)

Chapter Forty Seven

Dear Will,

I've never had such a lovely Christmas Eve. The house is nearly done painted except for the upstairs guest room. Silly Em, bought pink paint! Just between you and me I think she did it on purpose.

Your Christmas gift is under my tree and it looks unbelievably sweet just sitting there! I almost want to laugh looking at. I got used to the idea of you not being around which is why I'm writing all of these ridiculous letters.

Thank God you'll never see them. I think I'll die of embarrasme-

Aghhh! I spilled my perfume on this! The ink! Oh well, not like it matters. You won't see these anyway.

I wonder if you're thinking of me.

Love sucks.

-Alessa