Page 31 of Lady Emily’s Matchmaking Mishap (Merry Spinsters, Charming Rogues #5)

Dear Fenn,

I found your pouch on my pillow—truly! How did you manage to leave it there? Mrs Talbot, our neighbour, claims she saw a hooded figure sneaking about the house in the evening. Now that I think of it, I might have left my bedroom window open. Was that you—or one of your mysterious minions?

I asked Papa about it, and he believes the pouch is from someone in the parish. It still doesn't feel right, but he has allowed me to keep it, so thank you, Fenn. I shall save the coins for a time when we truly need them.

How can I ever repay you?

Yours most humbly,

Little Wren

Little Wren,

If you wish to repay me, then send me a lock of your hair.

Yours,

Fenn

O Most Honourable Forest Fay,

I have enclosed a lock of my hair, though I cannot imagine why you would want it. It is hardly a proper lock—it does not curl and feels coarse as straw. Its colour is the dullest mouse-brown, entirely unremarkable. You should have asked for one of Cissy’s golden locks instead. She is far lovelier than I. Sometimes I wish I were as beautiful as my sister. And no, that is not a wish I’d expect you to grant!

Nevertheless, here it is.

Yours truly,

Little Wren

Dear Little Wren,

Stop comparing yourself to your sister. To me, you are just as beautiful—if not more so. Look in the mirror, and you will see lovely brown eyes, warm and trusting, and lips shaped like Cupid’s bow, perfect for kissing.

Now, tell me—do you have any other wishes I might fulfil?

Yours always,

Fenn