ANTHONY.

By my 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 any woman in the world but ℎ𝑒𝑟 * .

you know I like to call you /my Lord/. ( chuckles. )

he should trust her. when has she ever overspent ?

this is not an option. she will not make the first move today, she's decided.

( no. next. )

kisses his forehead. shhhh. you will be well.

my Lord!

talking of sleep , she feels like she needs to go for one. 🥴 She is feeling worse than this morning.

good morrow!

on my way to spend all of the viscount's money in dresses — would any of my sisters like to join me ?

( married ladies . . . how do you go about wanting to be kissed by your husband without doing it first or having to ask him to ?! )

“What can I say? Woke up ready to be the biggest menace known to man.” She teased, leaning her head down to lean against his, holding him.

She sat down across from him and then picked up her embroidery before beginning to work on it.

( elbows him ) never say never.

( whispers ) she is next.

Coming from behind, her hands cover his eyes. “Guess who?”

Even she?