"All three of us?" Phoebe asked, surprised.
"Yes," said Monty as he laid in bed with Phoebe on one side, and Sibella on the other.
"All three of us, here, together?" Phoebe sounded hesitant.
"Yes. I think that will work now that Mr. Holland is out of the way."
"But- but what about the servants… and the townspeople… surely they will say something?"
Sibella sat up. "Oh, darling. No one will say anything. This town is all talk and no action, I promise you."
"But how-I don't understand how this will work…."
"It's simple. I love both of you, and you love me and each other. We'll live together and be happy."
"But what if we get jealous of each other?" Phoebe touched her braid.
"We'll keep communication open. I don't want either of you feeling jealous," said Monty.
Phoebe bit her lip hesitantly. "I'm- I'm not sure…"
Monty cupped her cheek. "Hey, hey now. Look at me. We'll make this work… I promise."
Phoebe looked at him and nodded. He kissed her. Then he kissed Sibella.
"Now let's get some sleep, alright," he urged both of them.
Phoebe nestled next to him, and felt less hesitant about this whole arrangement. She never thought that anyone would fall in love with her, nevertheless, two people. She considered herself lucky, and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Yes, this all would work out in the end.