This was the first time Olivia considered accepting a man’s request to court her. At her age and social background, it was assumed many would have, but suitors like Rutherford after calling a time or two, went directly to her father and then brother, asking for an engagement. It was more out of the desire to solidify dynasties. By Victorian law, a woman’s fortune became her husband’s. However, upon reaching her 21st birthday, she assumed control of it and by that time, Olivia would have none of them. Her father and brother created a clause unbeknownst to anyone outside of the family that all women carrying the Webster name would retain control of her inheritance. She respected Mr. Walker, Jed, and wondered what he would think about her money, the clause, and keeping Webster as a last name. But that was far into the future and right now, she contemplated the man that could possibly be her husband. Would he accept her independent ways, be considerate of her ignorance in the bedroom, allow her to continue to teach? Shaking her head ruefully, Olivia realized Jed, the girls, practically the entire room were watching. His blue eyes intent upon her, eyebrow quirked, she smiled and nodded. “Well Jed, permission granted,” and added, “and please, call me Olivia.” Daisy and Anna knew better than to jump up and down or to say anything aloud, but their restrained wiggling and smiling at one another spoke volumes. The rest of the restaurant was buzzing with the news and many couldn’t wait to leave and spread the latest update. Rutherford abruptly stood and stalked out, making his way to the saloon for stronger spirits and female company.<br/><br/>They finished dinner, making plans for the rest of the week and weekend. Jed pulled her chair out and accompanied them back to their house, Daisy and Anna being less restricted by social law, took to holding his hands as they walked. Olivia was thankful of their presence on several levels; they brought out a side of the tall man that maybe would have taken longer to discover. “Mr. Walker,” Daisy offered, “you may want to keep having dinner with us at the restaurant. Auntie asked Mabel to teach her how to cook, so we can’t expect a well-cooked meal at home just yet.” Anna nodded but added in her aunt’s defense, “But she knows how to make tea and coffee if you want to come for that.” He looked at Olivia who was wincing in horror at their revelations. “I’m afraid so, Mr. Walker, Jed, my skills in the home are sadly lacking.”