Love Lost And Found

Amy March sighed as she reread the letter Laurie had sent her, for the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes. She was seriously undecided. How did she know whether she could trust him with her heart? After Laurie had proposed to Jo and she had denied him, followed by Beth's death, Amy knew her heart could not take anymore heartbreak.

She looked down at the letter for the fifth time, as she turned her pensive gaze from the large window, which had a beautiful picturesque view, a view that was every artist dream of painting at least once in a life time.

My darling Amy

Please do not do anything rash, that we shall both end up regretting. Please give me a chance to prove myself and my love to you. It is you I love and want, and not your sister or your family name. Jo is happy and I suspect much in love with Mister Bhaer. It is thrilling to see Jo has found love with a gentleman, who I hope loves her and cherishes her as much as I do you. I told Jo immediately after she had informed me she could not and would not marry me, that one day she would find a man she would love wholly and tremendously. And I was right, even though those words had been said in bitter hurt. Everyone deserves to have someone love them, just like Meg and Mister Brooke. I must inform you that I plan to go away and work for my father. I shall make my fortune and better my reputation. I shall make myself worthy of you, I promise. Please do not accept Freddy Vaughn's proposal, please reconsider. I won't give up, not when I know you're meant to be mine. You were always meant to be mine; I was just far too immature and a fool to see it. Finally remember that I love you, my dearest Amy.

Forever faithful Laurie

Amy sighed and wiped away the tears that had filled her bright blue eyes. She wanted to trust him, she really, really did. She had loved him since she was a girl. It was just so confusing and frustrating, when she considered it was Jo that he asked to marry him first of all.

What if she was second best to her sister that he was only claiming to love her and settling, because Jo was not in love with him, and of course she was the only sister left? Meg was married and the last time Jo had wrote to her, had informed her that Meg was with child. And then there was Beth, who was no longer with them, but in a better and more peaceful place.

She was so tiered and weary with grief due to Beth's death. She was at a loss as to which option to go with. Marry Fredric Vaughn, a French and rich man, who seemed to care for her and treated her with respect.

Then there was Laurie, the one she had loved since she was only eleven going on twelve years of age. The one who had promised her as a girl, that he would be her first true and real kiss. And then finally there was the fact he had asked her older sister to marry him, and she had refused him.

She turned around and her Aunt March looked up from her embroidery pattern she had been working on, when one of the maids entered and announced "A Mister Vaughn to see Miss Amy. Should I send him in?"

Amy paused, as she realised this was the moment of truth. Become Mrs Vaughn and continue to live in France for the rest of her life on Vaughn's yearly thousands. Or marry and become Mrs Laurence and share a life with the one she had loved since she was a young girl. And of course move back home, and possibly live closer to her sisters and her parents.

She sighed and said "Send him in, I've made my decision." The maid nodded and left to retrieve Vaughn. Amy then turned to face her aunt, who eyed her thoughtfully, then the letter her niece had been reading over and over again for the last twenty minutes. She was more then aware of whom the sender was, and could very well guess its content as well. The fact she was gradually going senile had not destroyed and clouded her observation skills completely.

Amy took a deep breath, as did her aunt, as the handsome Frenchman entered the sitting room. Aunt March had more then an inkling that this would more likely then not, end up being the last visit her and her niece were surely to receive from the rich Frenchman. Inwardly sighing she thought 'Well, I truly do hope you know what your doing my littlest niece'