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β β β β β β she does not want to get him sick, but... she cannot refuse that face. arms are open for the child. β i see you've brought reinforcements ... β
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β β β β β β her hands smooth down imaginary wrinkles in her house dress, gaze focused on francesca. β i have simply noticed that you and michaela have been spending ... an awful lot of time together. β
β β quite well. β slightly clipped,
β pale blues glancing down to
β mark her place with a slender
β finger before lifting to her
β mother, who is .. well,
β anything but subtle.
β β is that all, mama? β
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β β β β β β walking further into the room, she sat down beside francesca, a knowing smile on her face. β how ... are you? β anyone with eyes could tell there was a lingering question on her tongue.
β captivated by the poetry
β at her fingertipsββ cup
β of tea long since grown
β cold beside her. only her
β motherβs voice is able to
β tear francescaβs eyes from
β a verse steeped in longing.
β β what is it? β
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β β β β β β a masquerade ball thrown by violet and here she was, standing with a mysterious stranger. she seemed ... out of place. gesturing toward the chair, she invited @hellishers β
hyacinth thinks about marriage, courtship and everything society will offer to her when she is coming-of-age and ready to debut.
βmama, you mean... my debut?β
β β β β β β her hands clasp on her lap, slowly letting out a soft laugh. the laughter grows for a moment, wiping genuine tears from her eyes. β is that all this is? good heavens, i thought you were β
β β β β β β β indeed, β she says with a smile, pressing a kiss to the crown of her daughter's head. β one day ... i will not be able to. it makes me sad. β
@bridgertonmourn βmama,β
hyacinth loves her motherβs humming tune. she is loving the care she gets from her mother.
βdo you love doing this, mama? brushing my hair?β