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I determinedly walked ahead and pointed toward the river. It was always a fantasy of mine to walk along the banks of the river on a spring evening with a man who was falling in love with me.

But I couldn't let Malcolm see my agitation, so I kept my bearing straight, my head high as we walked.

The lights of the ships moved up and down with their cargo. On a night as dark as that one was, the lights on the water in the distance looked like fireflies caught in cobwebs.

I won't insult your intelligence and tell you that you're beautiful; but you are extremely attractive and it's quite apparent that you have an extraordinary mind.

How is it no man has captured you yet? He laughed. Well, Miss Winfield," he said, "if you must know, I find most women today tedious with their effort to be beguiling.

A man who is serious about his life, who is determined to build something significant of himself and his family, must, it seems to me, avoid this type.

I couldn't see precisely, of course, but I felt he blushed. I've been too occupied with my business. From what your father tells me and from what I can observe, you are a serious-minded person, pragmatic and diligent.

You appreciate the business world already, and therefore you are already head and shoulders above most women in this country today.

I nearly bit my lip. I wasn't going to express my controversial opinions, but the words just seemed to form on my lips by themselves.

Maybe," he said quickly. And you know," he said, taking my elbow gently and turning me so we would walk on, "we have other things in common as well.

We both lost our mothers at an early age. Your father explained your circumstances," he added quickly, "so I hope you don't feel I'm intruding.

You lost your mother at an early age? Or should I say, the tougher. We walked on that night. I listened to him talk about his various enterprises.

We had a little discussion about the upcoming presidential elections and he was surprised at how informed I was about the candidates vying for the Republican and Democratic nominations.

I was sorry when we reached my house so soon, but then I thought, at least I had my walk with a handsome young man.

I thought it would be left at that. But at the doorway he asked if he could call again. A man wanted to hear me talk, wanted to know my thoughts?

I suppose I sounded as eager as a schoolgirl. He didn't smile or laugh. Perhaps we could have dinner.

An actual date. Of course, I agreed. I wanted to watch him get into his car and drive off, but I couldn't do anything so obvious.

When I reentered the house, my father was standing in the den doorway. And good-looking, too, eh? He chuckled. His face took on that look of serious hope I had seen before.

Well, what do you know? What do you know? I had to excuse myself and go upstairs. For a while I simply sat in my room staring at myself in the mirror.

What had I done differently? My hair was the same. I pulled my shoulders back. I had a tendency to turn them in because they were so wide.

I knew it was bad posture and Malcolm had such good posture, such confident posture. He didn't seem to see my inadequacies and imperfections, and it was so good not having to took down at a man.

And he had told me I was very attractive, implied that I was desirable to men. Maybe I had underestimated myself all those years.

Maybe I had unnecessarily accepted a dreadful fate? Of course, I tried chastising myself, warning myself.

A man who's been to dinner has asked you out. It doesn't have to mean he has romantic inclinations. Maybe he's just lonely here.

No, I thought, we'll have dinner, talk some more, and he will be gone. Perhaps, some distant day, on some occasion, like Christmas, I'll receive a card from him, on which he will write, "Belated thanks for your fine conversation.

Happiest of holidays. I went out to the glass-enclosed dollhouse and looked for the hope I left encased there.

Then I went to sleep dreaming about the porcelain figures. I was one of them. Our dinner date was elegant.

I tried not to overdress, but everything I picked out to wear looked so plain. It was my own fault for not caring enough about my wardrobe.

In the end I chose the gown I had worn to a wedding reception last year. Perhaps it would bring me good luck, I thought.

Malcolm said I looked nice, but the conversation at dinner quickly turned to more mundane things. He wanted to know all about the work I did for my father and he made me elaborate in detail.

I was afraid the conversation would prove boring, but he showed such interest that I went on and on. Apparently, he was quite impressed with my knowledge of my father's affairs.

I listen to music. I take walks. My one sport is horseback riding. I own a number of horses, and Foxworth Hall, my home, is situated on grounds that would fascinate any explorer of nature.

He saw me to the door and, once again, I thought this would be the end. But he surprised me. Was this the moment when the man was supposed to kiss the woman?

How I regretted not having a close girlfriend in whom I could confide and with whom I could discuss the affairs between men and women, but all the girls I had known in school were married and gone.

Was I supposed to do something to encourage him? Lean toward him, pause dramatically, smile in some way? I felt so lost, standing before the door, waiting.

I opened the door and rushed into the house, feeling both excited and disappointed. My father was in the sitting room, reading the paper, pretending to be interested in other things; but I knew he was waiting to hear about my date.

I made up my mind I would not give him a review. It made me feel more like someone auditioning and I didn't like all these expectations.

What could I tell him anyway? Malcolm took me out to dinner. We talked a great deal. Rather, I talked a great deal and he listened.

Maybe he thought I was a chatterbox after all, even though my conversation was about things in which he showed some interest.

I'm sure I talked so much because I was so nervous. In a way I was grateful for his questions about business. That was a subject on which I could expand.

I could have talked about books, of course, or horses, but it wasn't until just now that I learned he had any interests in anything other than making money.

So what would I tell my father? The dinner was wonderful. I tried not to eat too much, even though I could have eaten more.

I tried to look dainty and feminine and even refused to order dessert. It was he who insisted. He saw I would just go right up to my room. He roared.

I even laughed a bit myself. Why should I be mad anyway? I thought. I knew what he was doing and I wanted him to do it. I had to take extra pains with my appearance for church.

Before I fell asleep that night, I reviewed every moment of my date with Malcolm, condemning myself for this, congratulating myself for that.

And when I recalled our moments at the door, I imagined that he did kiss me. Never was I as nervous about going to church as I was that morning.

I couldn't eat a thing at breakfast. I rushed about, not quite confident about my dress, not sure about my hair.

When the time finally came to leave and Malcolm had arrived, my heart was beating so rapidly, I thought I would go into a faint and collapse on the stairway.

I didn't even realize until we were all in the car and on the way to church that he had called me "Olivia" and not "Miss Winfield.

All the young ladies were dressed in their new spring dresses with veiled hats and parasols. And the families all looked so fresh, with the children scampering about in the sun, waiting to go in to the service.

As we stepped from the car, it seemed all those gathered turned to look at me. Me, Olivia Winfield, arriving at church on a fine Sunday morning with my father and a strikingly handsome young man.

Yes, I wanted to scream, yes, it's me! But of course I would never stoop to such guttersnipe behavior. I stood straighter, taller, and held my chin high as we walked directly from the car and into the dark, musky church.

Most had stayed outdoors to enjoy the sun, so we had our choice of pews, and Malcolm led us directly to the very front seats.

We sat silently as we waited for the sermon to begin. Never had I had such difficulty following the sermon; never did I feel so self-conscious about the sound of my voice when we stood to sing the hymns.

Yet Malcolm sang out clearly and loudly, and recited the Lord's Prayer at the end in a deep, strong voice. Then he turned to me and took my arm to escort me out.

How proud I felt walking down the aisle with him. Of course, I saw the way other members of the congregation were watching us and wondering who was the handsome young man accompanying the Winfields and standing beside Olivia Winfield?

We left a stream of chatter behind us and I knew that Malcolm's appearance would be the subject of parlor talk all day. That afternoon we went horseback riding.

It was the first time I had gone horseback riding alone with a man and I found his company invigorating. He rode like an experienced English huntsman.

He seemed to enjoy the way I could keep up with him. He came to Sunday dinner and we took another walk along the river.

For the first part of the walk I found him more quiet than ever and I anticipated the announcement of his departure. Perhaps he would promise to write.

Actually, I was hoping for that promise, even if he didn't hold to it. At least I would have something to look forward to.

I would cherish every one of his letters, should there be more than one. I didn't like his reverting back to calling me Miss Winfield.

I thought that was a dark omen. But it wasn't. Marriage is more than the logical result of a romance; it's a contractual union, teamwork.

A man has to know that his wife is part of the effort, someone on whom he can depend. Contrary to what some men think, my father included, a man must have a woman who has strength.

I'm impressed with you, Miss Winfield. I would like your permission to ask your father for your hand in marriage.

Malcolm Neal Foxworth, six feet two inches tall, as handsome a man as there could be, a man of intelligence, wealth, and looks, wanted to marry me?

And we were standing on the bank of the river with the stars above us more brilliant than ever. Had I wandered into one of my own dreams?

I brought my hand to my throat and looked at him. I was at a loss for words. I didn't know how to phrase my response. My instincts have always proven reliable.

I am confident that this proposal will be a good one for both of us. If you can place your trust in that I can," I said quickly, perhaps too quickly.

Thank you," he said. I waited. This was surely the moment for us to kiss. We should consummate our faith in each other under the stars.

But maybe I was being childishly romantic. Malcolm was the kind to do things properly, correctly. I had to have faith in that too.

He did take my arm and draw me closer to him. As we walked back to my father's house, I thought about the couple I had seen strolling on the street that first night he came to dinner.

My dream had come true. For the first time in my life, I felt truly happy. My father waited in his den as if he had anticipated the news. Things were moving so quickly.

On more than one occasion, I had brought myself to the double doors that separated my father's den from the sitting room and listened in on conversations.

I resented being left out of some of the conversations anyway. They had to do with family affairs or business affairs that could affect me.

Nothing would affect me more than the conversation that was about to ensue. I stood quietly to the side and listened, eager to hear Malcolm express his love for me.

Winfield," he began, "I am quite taken with your daughter. It is rare to find a woman with her poise and dignity, a woman who can appreciate the pursuit of economic success and grow gracefully with it.

My father's compliments always had a way of making me feel less desirable. She's a woman with a steady, strong temperament.

I have always wanted a wife who would let me pursue my life as I will, and would not cling to me helplessly like a choking vine.

I want to be confident that when I come home, she won't be sulky or moody, or even vindictive as so many flimsy women can be. I like the fact that she is not concerned with superficial things, that she doesn't dote on her own coiffure, that she doesn't giggle and flirt.

In short, I like her maturity. I compliment you, sir. You have brought up a fine, responsible woman. She has given me permission to do so. Knowing she is a woman of strong mind, I thought it best to ask her first.

I hope you understand. Foxworth," he said. He felt it necessary to refer to him as Mr. Foxworth during this conversation. I want you to know beforehand that her money will be her own.

It is specifically stated in my will that no one but she will have access to those funds. I need to return soon to Virginia.

He knew that I would. Then I have your permission, sir? A man, most handsome and elegant, had come calling and then had asked for my hand in marriage.

I had heard it all and it had all happened so quickly, I had to catch my breath and keep telling myself it wasn't a dream.

I hurried upstairs and sat before the dollhouse. I would live in a big house with servants and there would be people coming and going. We would entertain with elaborate dinner parties and I would be an asset to my husband who was, as my father had said, something of a business genius.

In time we would be envied by all. I looked about me. Good-bye to lonely nights. Good-bye to this world of fantasy and dreams.

Good-bye to my father's face of pity and to my own forlorn look in the mirror. I was to become Olivia Foxworth, Mrs. Malcolm Neal Foxworth.

All my mother had predicted had come true. I was blooming. I felt myself opening out toward Malcolm like a tightly closed bud bursting into blossom.

And when his blue, blue eyes looked into my gray ones, I knew the sun had come and melted the fog away.

My life would no longer be colored gray. Blue as Malcolm's eyes. In the flush of being swept away by love, like any foolish schoolgirl I forgot all I knew about caution and looking beyond appearances to see the truth.

I forgot that never once when Malcolm proposed to me and then made his proposal to my father had he mentioned the word "love. Like any woman stupidly believing in love, I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the warm, soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter.

Home 1 Books 2. Add to Wishlist. When they meet for the first time, Corinne and Christopher fall deeply in love.

It goes unnoticed by the household, however, because they all adore Christopher. Later, John Amos begins to suspect incest , although Olivia brushes it off as his jealousy.

She and Malcolm seem truly happy and content with their family for the first time. Although she expresses herself subtly, Olivia is drawn to Christopher.

After Christopher's graduation from college and Corinne's high school graduation , Christopher receives a letter of acceptance to Harvard.

Olivia is the first to see it, and is very happy and rushes to find Christopher. She doesn't believe him, but takes a quick peek, which reveals Christopher and Corinne in the act of making love.

Olivia is heartbroken and goes to tell Malcolm. Christopher and Corinne come and try to explain themselves to Malcolm and Olivia, but Malcolm condemns them.

Christopher looks to Olivia hoping she will intervene, and is shocked and hurt to find that Olivia sides with Malcolm. He and Corinne are banished and disinherited.

Malcolm has a stroke as well as a heart attack afterward, and he is forced to use a wheelchair. Olivia devotes herself to Malcolm's care.

Olivia also reveals the truth to John Amos that Christopher was not just Corinne's half-uncle but also her half-brother. She also tells of the sins and events that led to it.

John preys on Olivia's fear of God, urging her and Malcolm to become obsessively religious. Malcolm is a changed man after the discovery of Chris and Corinne's scandal.

Finally, he breaks and asks Olivia to hire a private detective to find out what happened to Corinne. The P. Christopher dropped out of medical school and works in public relations, and Corinne is a housewife and they live a typical suburban middle class life.

She is told that the two have four children: Chris, Cathy, and the twins, Cory and Carrie. All four children are perfectly healthy, bright, and beautiful, and known in their town as the Dresden Dolls.

Years later, Corinne writes a letter to Olivia, seeking shelter and telling of Christopher's death in a car accident. Olivia is heartbroken over Christopher's death, but John Amos tells her that it was God's work.

He also convinces her to allow Corinne and the children to come to Foxworth Hall, but the children must be hidden from the world forever if she wants to end the sins within Foxworth Hall.

Olivia writes back to Corinne and says she may come back with the children. Olivia tells Malcolm of Corinne coming home, but again doesn't tell him about the children.

When she sees them for the first time, Olivia notices the children's beauty and how much Chris and Cathy remind her of Christopher and Corinne, but she refuses to love them, as they are the "devil's spawn".

The book ends with Olivia silently vowing to keep her heart hardened against the children, and to hide them from the world forever, yet feeling just as imprisoned as them.

This book, though a prequel, actually changes the entire scandalous nature of the series. Instead of half-uncle and niece, it is revealed Chris and Corinne are also half-brother and sister.

The book also gives a sympathetic side to Olivia previously unseen in the other books. However, Olivia's softer side was implied in Flowers in the Attic , when Cathy theorizes at one point, though briefly, that Olivia was trying to prevent them from eating the poisoned donuts their mother sets out for them, when Olivia agrees with Cathy's demands that the dying twin Cory be taken to a hospital but he really wasn't , when Olivia gives them a plant, and when Christopher witnesses Olivia in prayer at the foot of her bed.

This book also clarifies the suspicious marriage of Corinne and John Amos mentioned in If There Be Thorns , considering the latter's obvious disgust with incest.

As Corinne is not Olivia's biological daughter, she and John Amos are not genetically related. Even if they were genetically related, the relationship would be very distant, i.

Also, this book examines Corinne's betrayal. It has stated in this book that she wanted to marry and have children, but her greedy side is shown in the other books, such as in If There Be Thorns, when Christopher states that Corinne wanted him to sue and get the money that was his.

Her betrayal is likely due to the fact that she was spoiled by her father and grew up in wealth, so once the children were in the attic, she turned her attention towards getting her inheritance.

Corinne conspired with Olivia to lock her children away and said about waking the twins, so they could walk because Chris and Cathy were complaining about holding them and their arms aching "Lord knows, they'd better walk outside while they can.

However, this claim seems doubtful, as Corinne and her husband Bart moved out of Foxworth Hall after Cory died, and she did not seem concerned with helping the remaining three children escape.

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