Epilogue

Raffaello and Lanz became good friends, and soon the four of us would go hiking up the mountains and spend hours together. Sarah had become the dearest friend I had ever had, and I hers.
In a months time, Lanz told me that he loved my and wished to marry me, but was afraid, for his father was a friend of Master Basset's, and though they were rarely in contact, he was bound to write him if his "daughter" were to marry his son. Raffaello wished to marry Sarah (to her great joy!), but knew that his parents would disapprove of his marrying a girl of poverty.
So together the two friends made a decision. We would all travel to Geneva, have a small double wedding, and then travel the world, the four of us. They would merely tell their parents that they wished to travel, and in a few months say that they met young ladies and married. Though they both were weighed with guilt about lying, they decided to keep their plans.
Our wedding was small, yet beautiful. Our loves bought us white dresses, hers silk and mine satin. On our heads were a crown of white flowers.
We traveled all over Europe (though we avoided London) and to Asia and the United States as well. After two years, Lanz took me to Winterthur and Raffaello took Sarah to Rome.
It was then that Lanz told his parents the story of my identity. Though his father was appalled, his mother was understanding. Soon she convinced her husband to forgive his son.
They gave us a large house they had in town, and there we lived, happy to be home after all our traveling. One year later, our son Frederick was born.
Meanwhile, in Rome, Raffaello told his shocked parents that his wife was the servant of the girl he had almost married. But, in time, they, too, accepted the situation. The couple lived there for a year and three months.
But much to Sarah's despair and disappointment, they were often cold to her, causing her and Raffaello to make the decision to move to Switzerland. They settled in Bern, where Raffaello was to take care of the branch of his father's business there. Just one month after their move, she gave birth to a little girl named Annique.
Every Summer, Raffaello and Sarah stayed with us in Winterthur, while we traveled to Bern every Christmas holiday. Frederick and Annique, just a few months apart, became the best of friends.
In the next ten years, Lanz and I were blessed with Rachel, Ethan, Laurel, Sarah-Lynn and Raffaello (who we fondly called "Rello"). Raffaello, lifelong friends to us, had James, Lania, Peganna, Ella, Peter, and Jannette.
When they were both nineteen, Frederick and Annique, to the great joy and surprise to both of our families, wed.
Around the time of the birth of our daughter Rachel, Lanz and I found out, to our amusement, that when John Bardy, the man the real Annabelle had married, had died of cholera, not six months later she had wed, who else, but Will Tucker himself!