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β β οΎit feels . . . strange. but good. i am grateful to you for not thinking less of me, knowing the truth. οΎ
β β truly, sophie had been grateful to cressida for welcoming her back into her home. she was one of the few people >
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β β οΎ β oh .α οΎ the affection, though unexpected, was certainly not unwelcome ; she returned the embrace with delight. οΎ i would not dream of turning down an invitation to penwood house. thank you for thinking of us. οΎ
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β β cue an out of breath cousin, gifts in hand, almost forgetting her manners. οΎdear cressida β i am so sorry, our carriage was held up on our way from my cottage, we did not intend to be so late . . . happy birthday .α οΎ
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" it is a delight, truly. "
she glances back at the gathered crowd, before taking his hand in hers, squeezing gently as she lowers her voice to a whisper.
" though i must admit, i am grateful for this time alone with you. "
she bursts into a smile when he reaches her, taking the flower and inhaling the scent.
" oh, my love . . . thank you. how are you enjoying the afternoon? "
" i know, elizabeth. and i love you all the more for it. i have not had a great mant choices in my life. " she glanced down at her hands, mulling it over. " can i have a day or two? to decide? "



















