It had been a long week or so since she had last gone to the church. Since her meeting the priest, she had been told the news that she was to inherit Constance's fortune. Her father had wanted her to find as much, but this was probably not what he had in mind, nor was it something she had on her mind until recently. Amelia stood at her graveside again, this time in the bright and early morning so she could tend to the grave. She lovingly pulled away the dead flowers that had been left by one of the admirers of the old lady. "Why on earth did you do that?" she asked softly.

She stood then and headed inside the sanctuary, moving to light a candle as she had seen another do. Then she began to pray quietly to herself while on her knees in front of the candles.