Miss Moseley The Matchmaker by Caylen McQueen

Rather, she was referring to the fact that she had fostered the happy union s of many grateful couples. “Need I remind you that I have a bit of experience when it comes to matters of love?” Alas, she was not referring to her own life, in which there was an obvious absence of romance. “And if she truly loves you, which I believe she does, she could never think an unflattering thought about you! As a matter of fact, she thinks very highly of you!” “She loves you, Charles!” Molly reminded him with a sigh. According to Charles' lady love, he was actually “quite cute.” Those were the exact words Jane used to describe him. Jane Abrahms certainly did not find him unattractive. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he had a gentle face, and bright golden eyes. Molly stared at Charles for several seconds, trying to determine the accuracy of his self-assessment. He needed an excuse to still his tongue, to spare himself the embarrassment of Miss Abrahms' possible rejection. she's.” Charles probed his mind for more protests. It isn't as if you're destitute and homeless. “I am only a second son,” Charles continued, if only because he needed more encouragement from Miss Moseley. “Miss Abrahms is not interested in the aggressive type. “Your shyness, your kindness, your warm heart.” When she glanced in his direction, she caught him blushing like a schoolboy. “Your shyness is part of your appeal, Mr. “Jane Abrahms deserves a better man, one who is not afraid to express his feelings.” If not for Molly giving him a nudge, Charles would have never had the courage to speak to Miss Abrahms, let alone ask her to marry him. In a world where marriage had become something of a business arrangement, her successes were impressive-perhaps even a bit legendary. Many couples had found love as a result of her romantic instincts. My eyes never lie.”Ĭharles opened his mouth to protest, but he could not bring himself to utter a word. With a sigh, Molly reminded him, “Because she loves you, Mr. “Her other suitors! Why would she choose me when she could have a much better man!?”

don't you see?!” Charles collapsed into the settee beside Molly and raked a hand across his pinched brow. She could not afford to buy new, expensive things, but it did not matter, for she had no one to impress. It was her favorite dress, even though it was a bit worn. Waiting will give one of her other suitors a chance to act, and we can't have that!” Molly smoothed her hands over her faded muslin gown. “Of course I love her.” His whispered words fogged the glass. He lifted the gauzy curtain and leaned toward the pane, hoping the sunlight would invigorate him. “But you love her, do you not?”Ĭharles Grisham paused by the window. I simply cannot!”Īs she watched him bellow his sorrows to the ceiling, Molly Moseley pushed her spectacles to the bridge of her nose and folded her hands in her lap.

Miss Moseley The Matchmaker by Caylen McQueen