I was a governess at his estate in Switzerland. I thought he was rather stern. After his wife passed, he was grief-stricken and distant. I took care of the children, and loved them as if they were my own, but had little to do with him. Meanwhile my friend (another governess at a nearby estate) had encouraged me to meet her brother, a traveling businessman, when he came to town. The night of my date (a dance in the town square), I changed out of my uniform into my a dress it (figure-hugging but tasteful, displaying a touch of decolletage) and let my hair down out of my usual bun. My eldest charge, dear 15-year-old Anastasia, had insisted I come to her room before I departed so that she could have a look. She kissed me on both cheeks and pressed a treasured hair-comb into my palms as a tear trickled down her face, wishing me well. As I descended down the grand staircase to depart, Mr. B___ was ascending. He stopped and stared -- then hurriedly cleared his throat, bid me a good evening, and rushed passed. I must admit, when our eyes locked, my heart fluttered.
In the coming days, M. B___ began to take a greater interest in the children's activities, often stopping by the nursery when I was giving lessons. He mood seemed increasingly lighter and happier. He soon also began to accompany us on our daily walks. It was if a fog had lifted. He often seemed as he wanted to discuss something more personal with me, but hesitated.
Ultimately, the traveling businessman proposed. I decided, after many sleepless nights, that I would accept. I was deeply dedicated to the children, however, so it was a wrenching decision. Perhaps I could live in town and still keep them in my charge, I thought?
I requested a meeting with Mr. B___, sending word that I had a question for him. At the time of our interview, I walked into his study, and he said that he had a question for ME. That's when he dropped to his knee, professed his love for me, and requested my hand in marriage. It was then I realized that I had always loved him as well and there could never be another. He was the one!
We wed five years ago. I am the lady of the estate, mother to our children, and we are deliriously happy.