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Olivia Waite
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July 12 - August 7, 2022
She was the dearest friend I’ve ever had.” “Until her marriage.”
Catherine, who was more than usually interested in Miss Muchelney’s hands,
Lucy looked up, English and French and the language of astronomy spinning madly together in her brain.
“So you are drawn to dark-haired, troublesome women,” Lucy said, leaning closer.
Because it’s not about you doing, or me doing—it’s what we do together.”
Catherine blew out a breath. “So I am something in the nature of an experiment?” Lucy bit her lip. “I might ask you the same question.”
At least, not the kind of frock she could wear around a countess. Or above a countess. Or underneath a countess . . .
Catherine took a deep breath and let it out again in a rush. “I am trying to tell you I love you,” she said, adorably grumpy, “and you are making it impossible.”
Catherine’s stillness broke. She walked across the room and cupped Lucy’s face with delicate hands. “It’s a brilliant idea,” she said fervently. “I am in love with a brilliant woman.” She kissed Lucy soundly, as Lucy felt the compliment set her cheeks burning beneath Catherine’s tender fingers.
And the mathematics were clear: something was infinitely more than nothing.