“You simply made room for me to do the work I chose to do. You gave me a space for it and time for it and you offered support whenever I struggled. All because you believed I could do it, and do it well.” “Yes,” Catherine huffed, “but it wasn’t just about the work, either. Not after a while.” Lucy blinked and looked down. Catherine’s mouth was turned down but her eyes shone up at Lucy with helpless, hopeful affection. Lucy slid wondering fingers along the countess’s jaw, as though any movement too quick or eager would shatter the moment like glass. “Oh?” Lucy whispered. “What else was it
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