I told Mother and Father to leave me in peace.
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Dear Lady Portia,
I’m so pleased to learn you’ll be able to return to England shortly and that Lord John has possession of his lands in Africa once again.
I’m writing to ask that you alter your journey slightly to make a stop in Baltimore. On 23 May, 1920, I will be marrying Anthony Sebring. He’s a cold man, but not a bad one. He’s explained he doesn’t love me—
Well…well, couldn’t he have lied?
—but I don’t need love from him. I need peace from my parents, who won’t stop hounding me about the necessity of me being married and providing them with grandchildren.
At any rate, this won’t be the marriage I dreamed of, but perhaps the wedding shall. Please consider being my matron of honor, my dearest Gibsy.
Love,
Mary