*Kiona*
I have always loved the theater, and since last June, I have become a regular fixture in Brinsley's box. Attending plays is one of the few things we do with any regularity,
Although sitting beside him now, with my maid serving as chaperone and settled in a chair behind me, I wonder if he brings me here because it removes the need for much conversation. I always become so absorbed in the performances that I easily maintain the quietness he claims to prefer. On the rare occasion when I do glance over at him, it is to see a man who appears distant, distracted, as though he is busily engaged in running sums through his mind.
We have attended a few dinners together, and he has carried on conversation with ease, but I suspect that after we marry and it is only the two of us at the tab
