September
13, 1891
Soon it shall no longer be the thirteenth, but it
shall be the fourteenth. That is the wonder of city parties. They go on for
hours, never seeming to end. If Josef were still with me, he might remark that
I am glowing. The dress he provided me with is perhaps the best I shall ever
wear. Oh how I wish the night had never ended. Granted Father will probably
have me married to Paul Brown before the new year has settled, I cannot help
but long for Josef. My dowry is meager, so the chances of such a match are
likewise.
September
14, 1891
The night could not have been more splendid if it
tried with all of God’s will behind it! Caroline was a vision of beauty, grace,
humor, intelligence…the list goes on! What she was not was everything a jealous
woman might be.
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