My dearest Booke,
Yesterday, Catherine admitted that her feelings for LaFrance had cooled and that she now saw the error of her ways. After her last meeting with him, he sent her several notes, begging to see her, which she has not answered.
I was very relieved, but also nervous. What if he does something rash? And this portrait…what would happen to the portrait?
Catherine seemed unconcerned about the portrait. She said that LaFrance fancied himself a true artist and that he wanted to paint her portrait because he was experimenting with some particular perspective. She scoffed that he would not be interested in blackmail, that it wasn’t in his nature to stoop to such a level.
I was more concerned with his foppish, foolish friends than with LaFrance himself. I worried they might convinc
