Second Thoughts
She was in love with Charles Carson. It has taken her a while to realise it but now she had she couldn't understand why she hadn't before. She loved everything about him, his strength, his kindness and she loved the way he ran the house seamlessly.
He was in love with Elsie Hughes. He hadn't known for a while but he was sure of it, the only things he wasn't sure of were; how Elsie felt and which bit of her he loved the most. Her dark hair; her slim figure or maybe her ability to keep the house going.
At breakfast she watched him intently, trying to work out I he felt the same way. Today was Valentine's Day, the perfect day for him to tell her. Deep down she knew it was unlikely that he felt the same way, why would he? But she still hoped that he did.
He could feel her looking at him, was there something on his face? Or was she staring at him. He desperately wanted to believe that she was gazing lovingly at him, but he knew that it was much more likely that she didn't feel the same way. He felt uneasy, today was Valentine's Day, the perfect opportunity to tell her how he felt. But what I'd she didn't feel the same way? How would he cope with working with her all day, every day knowing that she knew, and didn't return, his feelings? It would be a living hell! But if she did...