Chapter 1
October 8, 1791
Williamsburg, Virginia
Autumn had painted Williamsburg in brilliant shades of crimson, gold, and amber.
The crisp October breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves, wood smoke, and freshly harvested apples as the Montclair family carriage rolled steadily along Duke of Gloucester Street.
Catherine Montclair smiled as she looked out across the bustling town.
At eighteen years old, she possessed a quiet elegance that rarely sought attention. Her golden-blonde hair was gathered beneath a cream bonnet, while her favorite light blue walking dress peeked out beneath a warm wool cloak. Around her neck rested the silver locket set with a luminous opal—her most treasured possession.
Her mother, Eliza, had given it to her years before when she had married George Adamson.
Though George had filled their lives with fear before his death in 1775, Catherine had never associated the locket with him. To her, it was a reminder of her mother’s enduring love, carried close to her heart every day.
Across from her sat Eliza and little Eloise, whose bright red curls escaped beneath her tiny bonnet as she chattered happily.
Ben Montclair guided the horses through town while eleven-year-old Johnathan sat proudly beside him, eager to help.
Mary leaned close to Catherine.
“I still think Felicity deserves the grandest wedding Williamsburg has ever seen.”
Catherine laughed.
“Only if she agrees.”
“She will.”
“I doubt it.”
Mary folded her arms.
“She’s marrying the finest lawyer in town.”
“Thomas would blush if he heard you.”
“I hope someone tells him.”
Catherine shook her head affectionately.
Her older sister Felicity had become positively radiant since accepting Thomas Whitaker’s proposal. The widowed lawyer adored her, and Felicity had already won the hearts of his two young children, Henry and little Elisabeth.
Preparations for the February wedding had transformed Montclair Orchard into a place of cheerful excitement.
Every evening was spent sewing gowns, embroidering linens, discussing flowers, and making endless lists.
Today’s errand was perhaps the most enjoyable of all.
Ribbon.
Lace.
Buttons.
Warm wool trimming for new winter cloaks.
Ben stopped the wagon.
“We’ll meet back here before the afternoon bell.”
“Yes, Papa,” several voices answered at once.
He chuckled.
“I’ve raised obedient children after all.”
The polished brass bell chimed softly as Catherine stepped into Reed Goods Store with Mary close behind.
Warmth welcomed them immediately.
Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, neatly arranged with imported fabrics, fine teas, candles, books, ribbons, sewing notions, china, and polished brass fittings.
The shop was unlike any other in Williamsburg.
Everything had its place.
Everything gleamed.
Behind the counter stood a young man arranging bolts of blue wool.
He looked up as the sisters entered.
For the briefest moment, the entire room seemed to grow wonderfully still.
His hair was the color of late autumn wheat, tied neatly at the nape of his neck. Clear blue eyes met Catherine’s with quiet surprise before he offered a warm, genuine smile.
“Good morning.”
His voice was calm and welcoming.
“Welcome to Reed Goods Store.”
Mary nudged Catherine ever so slightly.
Catherine ignored her.
“We’ve come for ribbon and trimming.”
“Then you’ve come to the right place.”
He stepped around the counter.
“I’m Jonathan Reed.”
“Catherine Montclair.”
His smile widened just enough to reach his eyes.
“The Montclair family from the orchard?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve heard your apples are the finest in Virginia.”
Mary grinned.
“Our father insists they’re merely respectable.”
Jonathan laughed.
“I suspect he’s a modest man.”
“He truly is.”
Jonathan motioned toward an entire wall devoted to fabrics.
“If you’ll allow me...”
He selected several ribbons.
A rich burgundy silk.
Deep forest green velvet.
Cream satin.
Then, after studying Catherine for only a heartbeat longer than politeness required, he reached for one more.
A delicate pale blue ribbon embroidered with tiny silver flowers.
“I believe this one would suit you.”
Catherine blinked.
“For me?”
“The color.”
He hesitated.
“It matches your eyes.”
Mary looked from Jonathan to Catherine with unmistakable amusement.
A faint blush warmed Catherine’s cheeks.
“Thank you.”
He seemed almost embarrassed by his own boldness.
“I meant only that...”
“I know what you meant.”
She smiled gently.
“And I appreciate it.”
The awkwardness dissolved into shared laughter.
Jonathan spread the ribbons across a large oak table.
“What sort of trimming do you need?”
“Wool edging for three winter cloaks,” Catherine replied.
“And lace for a wedding veil,” Mary added.
Jonathan looked up.
“A wedding?”
“Our sister Felicity is to be married in February.”
“My congratulations to her.”
“Thank you.”
He carefully measured several lengths of ivory lace.
“This arrived from France only last month.”
Catherine ran gloved fingertips across the delicate pattern.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I thought so.”
Their hands brushed as he passed the lace to her.
The contact lasted no more than an instant.
Yet somehow it lingered.
Both withdrew almost simultaneously.
Mary hid a smile.
Jonathan cleared his throat.
“I...apologize.”
“There is nothing to apologize for.”
For a moment neither seemed able to think of another word.
Fortunately Mary could.
“So, Mr. Reed...”
“Jonathan, if you please.”
She smiled knowingly.
“Jonathan.”
“Yes?”
“How long have you owned this wonderful shop?”
“My father passed it to me last spring after retiring.”
“You’ve done beautifully.”
“I’ve tried.”
“It certainly shows.”
Jonathan looked toward Catherine.
“I believe every shop should feel welcoming.”
“It does.”
She glanced around once more.
“It feels almost like someone’s home.”
His expression softened.
“I was hoping someone would say that.”
Outside, church bells chimed noon.
Neither of them had noticed the passing hours.
Mary gathered the wrapped parcels into her basket.
“We should return before Papa thinks we’ve wandered to Richmond.”
Jonathan laughed.
“I’ve heard fathers are prone to such worries.”
“They are.”
As Catherine reached the doorway, she paused.
“Thank you for your kindness today.”
“The pleasure was entirely mine, Miss Montclair.”
She smiled.
“Please...”
He waited.
“...call me Catherine.”
He bowed his head ever so slightly.
“Then you’ll have to call me Jonathan.”
“I think I can manage that.”
She stepped outside into the crisp autumn sunshine.
Halfway across the street, curiosity persuaded her to glance back.
Jonathan still stood inside the doorway.
Watching.
Not boldly.
Simply...hoping.
Their eyes met one final time before Catherine smiled.
Jonathan returned it.
Neither realized that what had begun with ribbon and lace would become the first stitch in a love story that would bind two families together.
Nor could either know that, in the months ahead, every visit to Reed Goods Store would draw them a little closer until affection quietly blossomed into a love strong enough to last a lifetime.
