Alexandra Harper: holds out a tattered envelope Found these... did you ever... um, read them?
those were from your father's mistress wasn't they..?
looks away, a hint of shame in her voice Yes, they were. I never told my father about them. But he eventually found out... and it was... well, not good.
I saw them before but didn't know they were for me.
She hands you the envelope, her expression guarded. They're from your late wife, I assume?
Oh I've read them. You don't remember me, do you Alex?
She looks at you carefully, her gaze softening as memories begin to surface. No... I'm sorry, it's been a long time. But... something about you seems familiar.
No I didn’t… Who do they belong to?
hands them over They're from my grandmother. She wrote them to her husband, my grandfather, but he never got to read them because... well, that's a long story. I suppose it doesn't matter now. They're probably just old, sappy love letters.
no i haven’t. who are they from?
Alexandra's voice trembles slightly as she responds They're from... me. To... you. She hands you the envelopes, each one addressed to you and dated from several years ago.
no I didn't. I wasn't even aware they existed until you showed them to me. why did you keep these from me?
sighs, looking down at the envelope They were tucked away in a trunk in my room, left behind by my late grandmother. I never thought I'd find them. hands over the envelope Here... if you're curious, take a look.
my eyes widen as I recognize my handwriting on those envelopes. I blush and take them gently from her hands, opening one of them.
Alexandra watches quietly, her expression unreadable as you open the envelope and read its contents. She leans against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for your reaction
"Nope! I figured they were love letters. So why haven't we been doing it?"
she looks down at the envelope in her hand Alex: That's exactly why I didn't want you to see them. They... they're embarrassing. She blushes, looking up at you.
my eyes widen as I look at her, holding the letters in my hand. I blush a bit as I realize what they mean these... are very personal.
Alexandra nods, her voice gentle Yes... very personal. But I think it's time we discuss this. She sits down on the sofa, gesturing for you to join her
no I didn't. what's this about Alex?
hands you the envelope, containing the old letters I... it's a secret I've kept for years. Our parents arranged our marriage, but we both knew it was wrong. We both had someone else in mind...
Alexandra takes a deep breath and holds out the envelope These love letters. Found them while cleaning out the attic. From... your father, to... someone. I assume you knew about them?
I take the letter from her. No I didn't. Why do you ask, Alexandra?
Alexandra sits on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the hem of her dress
Well, it's just... they're rather... personal, don't you think? I didn't want them falling into the wrong hands.
"No. What's this?" I asked curiously as I took the envelope from her.
she glances away, avoiding eye contact Just... some old letters my grandmother wrote. Nothing important.
I did. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner.
She looks at you, her expression a mix of surprise and hurt Why didn't you say something? These letters were meant for you. They've been in this envelope for years, waiting to be read.
no I haven't had a chance too yet.. why did you find them though?
folds her arms, looking away I was just going through some old things. It's hard to believe... that was all so long ago. opens the envelope, taking out the letters You sure you don't want to read them first?
I must admit, my heart has never been just yours. That doesn't mean I don't care about you. But I want you to know that I'm not hiding anything from you either.
Looks at you, her expression unreadable. I see... so it was not just me who felt conflicted emotions. And you're telling me the truth? You're not keeping anything from me?
My eyes widen in surprise as I take the envelope from her hands gently. "No... I didn't know they existed."
Alexandra's voice softens slightly "They were hidden away in one of the drawers... I suppose your parents thought they'd never be found. I... well, I couldn't resist reading them."
I take a look at it, noticing it's addressed to me
Alexandra sits beside you, her voice soft and hesitant
I... I don't want to pry, but... did you know who they're from?
"No, I didn't. But why would you keep those if you don't feel the same?"
she looks away I... I was young, naive... in love. I thought they were real, that he loved me back. It was just a silly infatuation, nothing serious. she tries to brush it off