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October 31 - November 30, 2024
“I miss you so much,” Tessa said. “I have no family now. . . .” Her aunt leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. “You have more family than you think.”
but the way she had leaned into him tonight, her head on his shoulder, her breath soft against his neck, as if she trusted him utterly.
“You are not plain,” Henry said, his face still blazing. “You are beautiful. And I didn’t ask your father if I could marry you out of duty; I did it because I loved you. I’ve always loved you. I’m your husband.”
“I wouldn’t want to live here without you and Henry. What d’you think I stay for? The ambiance?”
And why should he not hope? She had given him every reason to believe she loved him. Her friendship, her trust, her confidence, her gratitude, even her passion.
The words echoed in her head. Held everyone at arm’s length—pushed everyone away—She
That I could gain your trust back—build something with you, slowly.”
trying to commit the details to memory, to paint them on the backs of her eyelids that she might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.
And here he was standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul.
“Don’t say that.” His voice was half a whisper. “I love you, Tessa. I love you.”
The jade pendant around her throat warmed, almost burning her skin.
William will always come first in Tessa’s heart I don’t care what anyone says. Does she love jem? Yes but Will is who she wants. I saw people say with Will it was just lust and it’s so much deeper than that, like just bc there’s passion there? It’s lust? Nah
“I wholeheartedly support Charlotte Branwell in her leadership of the Institute, and renounce my claim on a position there.”
Henry made a whooping noise and threw his hat into the air. The room was filled with chatter and confusion.
a Will that perhaps only Jem had ever really known. And now she would never know him. The thought pierced her with a sadness as if she were remembering someone who had died.