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July 23 - July 25, 2025
That refills my well of pride, bringing with it a spark of excitement. I haven’t even seen my newest book yet, and I’ve never so much as signed a copy for anyone who wasn’t family.
How have you not seen a book you published
To add insult to injury, not a soul has stepped up to my table yet, even with the crowd taking on a more distinct shape and leaving me clearly visible.
Thats embarrassing
I’m more sober than I’ve ever been, and my hair looks fantastic. I’ve already restyled it four times all without the aid of a mirror because I can tell, just by the weight of the pins securing my tresses to the left side of my head above my ear, that I’ve just started a fashion trend. William keeps glancing at me from across the table where he chats with Arwen, so I know I’ve increased my allure.
Shes giving me the ick
How the hell did flirting with Edwina end in a bet where I’m supposed to sleep with someone who isn’t her? Did she not understand that when I dared her to seduce someone tonight, I meant me? I made it so obvious. Didn’t I?
No you did not
William the Stage Actor can only lie when he’s immersed in his role as William the Poet.
I dont like this multiple personalities thing. Is he not actually a writer?
“What makes me feel good.” She echoes his words slowly as if they’re foreign to her. Monty’s brows lift. “Don’t tell me…do you not know your own preferences? Your favorite positions? The places you like being touched most?”
Why is this casual convention in a carriage with virtual strangers
“Are you telling me there’s a play of The Governess and the Rake?
What tf are the odds william the actor over there stars in a play based on her book
William the Stage Actor may have performed in an adaptation of The Governess and the Rake, but William the Poet would never admit as much. William the Poet hates fiction. And romance.
Bitch
With some strange mixture of terror and elation, I watch as he lowers his mouth to Jolene’s, his eyes locked on mine all the while. He doesn’t close them, doesn’t so much as blink away from me as he gives her a slow and languorous kiss.
This whole scene is making me feel icky
On silent feet, I tiptoe to the next door over and press my ear to it. I listen. Listen. Listen. But all I hear is the pounding of my heart. I slow my breathing, angle my head, press in closer— “What are we listening for?”
I just get so much second hand embarrassment from her
Today, I am not on time,
This is not a cute personality quirk
He’s reciting a line from my book. Apparently, we’re not merely reading the excerpt like I did before. We’re… Acting it out?
What kind of book club is this
I proceed behind them, casting a glance at William over my shoulder. My heart stutters as I find him smiling at the cherry blossoms overhead, his posture easy.
Hes gotta be from here right? Hes a flower fae
“No, William, you give me a reason.”
Why would he give you a reason he shouldnt go? That makes no sense
“I don’t…write poetry.” Her frown deepens. “I don’t write.” I catch the moment realization dawns, draining her face of color. “I act.”
Called it
She gives me a withering look. “If he told you from the start, you might never have given him a chance. You’re clearly prejudiced against our arrangement.”
I disagree whole heartedly
“Fifty-three,” her rival shouts. “Fifty—” “Two hundred.”
Thats a bit of a jump
“The bet,” Edwina shouts. “I bid the dissolution of our bet.” I take a step toward the edge of the stage, my mind spinning to comprehend what she’s saying, what she’s doing. More whispers break out in the crowd, and even the auctioneer looks puzzled. “What is she talking about?” someone asks. “Can we bid intangibles?” Edwina raises her hand again. “My heart.” Her voice cracks on the word. “I bid my heart, Will.”
I dont like it. Have some class. Youre at a gala
It’s so much more than that. This collection of papers is the story of us.
Literally Nobody would want that. Imagine spending money on poor sex drawings and some guys name
