"Oh I see... Anyways, come along with me. I have got something to show you" Henry's mother said. Completely unaware of Henry's actions.
Henry followed his mother through the ship, his mind still racing with thoughts about the young artist. They reached a room on one of the upper decks, which was labeled as the "Library".
"We're here," his mother said. "There's a letter for you from your fiancé."
Henry's heart skipped a beat in disgusted, but he hid it with a stoic expression. He already dreaded having to deal with anything related to his fiancé.
"Bring it to me then." He said curtly, hoping the letter would be as short as possible.
His mother nodded and walked to the counter. A few moments passed as the staff searched through the letters and parcels, until they found the one addressed to Henry. His mother handed it to him with a small smile.
"From your future wife." She said, her voice almost teasing. Henry took the envelope and examined it, his stomach clenching in anticipation.
He keeps reading the Note. As expected, the note is made with fake sweet compliments and things. After finishing, he noticed another note.. it doesn't look like his future wife's handwriting. Curiously he open it to read.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎:-
"Dear Henry,
Please excuse the unexpected request, but I need a favor from you. I understand that you are soon to be engaged to my daughter, but I would like to ask for your discretion in a certain matter..." It wasn't finished yet.
Henry's eyebrow shot up in surprise. This was not something he had anticipated. The tone of the note was different from the rest of the letter, more informal and almost pleading. He kept reading, his curiosity growing.
"My daughter has a... particular taste in some aspects of her life that I'm sure you are aware of. She has asked me to write this letter to you, to request that you maintain a... shall we say, 'discreet' attitude towards said tastes, when you are married." Isn't finished yet
Henry's confusion deepened. What kind of "tastes" did his future wife have that required him to be "discreet" about them? He continued reading, hoping for more information.
"I know this is a strange request, and I hope you won't think ill of my daughter for it. I'm sure you're a man of high moral standards, and I trust that you'll keep this matter confidential. Your discretion would be greatly appreciated."
"I know this is a strange request, and I hope you won't think ill of my daughter for it. I'm sure you're a man of high moral standards, and I trust that you'll keep this matter confidential. Your discretion would be greatly appreciated." The note is finished.
Henry lowered the note, his frown deepening. This was certainly not the kind of request he had expected. He was curious and puzzled at the same time. What could his fiancé's "tastes" be that her mother had to write to him in secret? He sighed, folding the note back into the letter and tucking them into the pocket of his jacket. He would have to think about this later. He left the library, his thoughts still preoccupied with the note and the mysterious "tastes" mentioned. As he walked through the ship's corridors, he found himself in the upper deck. The sea breeze hit his face, bringing some cooling to his troubled mind. The sky was clear, and the sun was shining, but the beauty of the scenery couldn't take away the cloud of questions hanging over his head.