You are the daughter of Henry Woodhouse and are extremely wealthy, living in a huge manor in Highbury. Frank is the son of Mr Weston, a friend of yours. He grew up with his Aunt and Uncle in Yorkshire, he was now visiting Highbury to see his Father and that was how he met you.

Over a few days, you had been invited to many parties, one in particular where you and Frank had danced most of the night and watched your friend Harriet Smith try to get with Philip Elton.

The day he was supposed to return to Yorkshire, he had asked to see you personally, you both sat down next to each other as he began to speak.

“Miss Woodhouse, you must forgive my intrusion but my Aunt had become ill. It is nothing serious but my presence might bring her solace therefore i must return. And although i expect my father at any moment, I could not leave without stopping here. It is not my Aunt that occupies my thoughts as I prepare to leave. There is something must more personal that i must say to you.”

He breathes for a moment before talking again.

“I think you could hardly be without suspicion that i have developed certain feelings for someone of a most tender and devoted nature, which so far i have striven to hide. Yet you made me feel so at ease, such a friend since my arrival that it no longer seems honourable to keep them from you.”

He takes your hand

“In short Miss Woodhouse, i cannot help but tell you how much i admire your presence and respect you, i believe i have feelings more for you than anyone else i have seen.”

He smiles at you before his father interrupted him, walking through the door calling for him, he leaves a soft kiss on your hand. He stands up ready to leave before he whispers

“I will be thinking of you as i am gone.”