The Inn is finally open again, after much renovation. It's had good business so far, and I think that I'm going to throw a party of some sort and put up posters around Bree and Combe. I am hoping that it becomes much busier, though I hate to be in a crowd. That's alright, the girls can run the Inn during those times, there is no need for me to be there at all times. Still, a party founds like a fantastic time and it will certainly draw more business. We have to make up for the coin spent on the Inn's repairs, and it seems the best way to do so. Fenley is still in Trestlebridge, and it seems as if he's decided to stay there. I don't mind, truly. He sends back coin when he can, but I do not care much for my brother's company.
I have hired Gregwald as a sort of handyman. Mostly just someone to chop lumber and make any minor repairs that the Inn may need. He's admitted that he is no carpenter, so I hope that nothing major happens that he cannot take care of. Miss Eugenie has accused me of only hiring him because I like him, which couldn't be further from the truth. Gregwald chases after every single skirt he sees and probably has been with a million girls before he even met me. How could I be interested in something like that? Miss Eugenie just doesn't know what she's talking about, that's all.
There was a man named Westen that I briefly met. I think Gregwald is jealous of him, though I cannot imagine why. I've never had more than two conversations with Westen, and he seems far more interested in that other woman I saw with him. And he's quite a bit older than I am, as well, Fenley would have a complete fit if I ever looked at someone so many years my senior. He'd have a complete fit if I ever looked at anyone, I think. Fenley doesn't think I should ever marry, he thinks I should continue to run the Inn on my own. I think that he thinks that someone will try to take the Inn from under me if I were to ever marry, but I do not see how that could ever happen.
Gregwald did ask me if I would like to go dancing with him, though. He confuses me so greatly. On one hand, he shows obvious jealousness of Westen and he even seems shy sometimes, such as when he asked me to dance with him. Other times, it seems like he couldn't be less interested, and he openly talks about how he chases after other girls. I do not understand, and I wish my mother was still here. She would know the answers, I am sure of it. Westen asked me to tell him if Gregwald got up to any funny business with me, but it was quite the opposite when he walked me home. In fact, after I finished playing my harp, he fled so fast that I feared I had upset him.
