The Fiancée Farce

by Alexandria Bellefleur

“And where is your father this evening?” Victor asked. Tansy cleared her throat. “Lakeview Cemetery.”

What Gemma had said didn’t sound stupid at all. Wanting to be wanted, wanting to be loved. With her parents, Tansy had seen firsthand what it looked like to be truly, madly, deeply in love with someone and loved back just as fiercely. Knowing a love like that was possible, that it existed, that it was out there was half the reason Tansy had spent so much of her youth with her head in the clouds, dreaming of the day she’d find someone to love and be loved like that. It was why it had only taken a few sweet words and a kiss or two from Tucker to make her believe he cared. To not have that blueprint was probably just as hard. Harder, maybe. Craving something you didn’t have a name for, like living life in black and white until the day you realized there was a whole spectrum of color out there.