#sarah pleinsworth

[inlovewithquotes]

“Do you trust me?”

She waited until their eyes met. “With my life.”

For a moment he could not even move. Her words reached into him, grabbed his heart, and squeezed. And when they were done with that, they moved lower. He’d thought he’d wanted her before, but that was nothing compared to the primal lust that washed over him with her three softly spoken words.

Mine, he thought. She’s mine.

-The Sum Of All Kisses

[quinnverse]

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time - @honorhearted

When he returned to the room, Sarah let out a breath of relief. For a moment, she worried he had found the opportunity to escape, using the bathroom excuse as the perfect moment to slip away. Having Miss Wynter chaperone the meeting wasn’t ideal, but Sarah preferred Anne’s presence over her mother’s watchful eyes. Her family's governess was clearly more invested in his actions than she was in Sarah's, so when she didn't return with him, the Pleinsworth girl's mind tried to think of what could've possibly happened in the hallway.

“Mister Tallmadge, is everything alright?” She furrowed her brow, rising to meet him, noting the subtle look of exhaustion on his features. Before she could think to say anything more, his lips were on hers and, for the first time, Sarah felt speechless. When he pulled away, Sarah’s fingers rose to her lips, feeling the sudden absence of his touch. Did he just kiss her? Had that been his plan? To wait for their chaperone to leave and take advantage of her? A strange rumbling appeared in her stomach and it takes her a moment to find the strength to speak.

“I—” Her cheeks flushed furiously, unable to meet his gaze as her lips tingled from his kiss, her mind dizzy off of the sudden exchange. “What… what was that for?”

[louff4tw]

Bridgerton book Guide

Julia Quinn

Prequels -

The Rokesby Series A Generation before the Bridgertons,

They were the Rokesbys

2016 Because of Miss Bridgerton Billie Bridgeton and George Rokesby

2017 The Girl with the Make-Believe Husband Cecilia Harcourt and Edward Rokesby

2018 The Other Miss Bridgerton Poppy Bridgerton and Andrew Rokesby

2020 First Comes Scandal Georgiana Bridgerton and Nicholas Rokesby

Collaboration

2023 Quenn Charlotte Quenn Charlotte and King George

Bridgerton Couple

2000 The Duke and I Daphne Bridgerton and Simon Basset

2000 The Viscount who loved me Kate Sheffield and Anthony Bridgerton

2001 An Offer from a Gentlemen Sophie Beckett and Benedict Bridgerton

2002 Romancing Mr. Bridgerton Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton

2003 To Sir Phillip, With Love Eloise Bridgerton and Phillip Crane

2004 When he was Wicked Francesca Bridgerton and Michael Stirling

2005 It's in His Kiss Hyacinth Bridgerton and Gareth St. Clair

2006 On the Way to the Wedding Lucy Abernathy Gregory Bridgerton

Epilogues

2013 The Bridgertons: Happily Ever After All + Violet Bridgerton

Bevelstoke Series (they know the Bridgerton I believe)

2007 The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Miranda Cheever and Viscount Turner

2009 What Happens in London Olivia Bevelstoke and Harry Valentine

2010 Ten Things I love About You Annabel Winslow and Sebastian Grey

Lady Whistledown

2003 The Further Observations of Lady Whistledown Susannah Ballister and David Earl of Renminster Thirty-Six Valentines

2004 Lady Whistledown Strikes Back Everyone The First Kiss

2021 The Wit and Wisdom of Bridgerton: Lady Whistledowns Official Guide Everyone

Ghraphic Novel

2022 Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron

Not fully Bridgerton but in same Universe

The Smythe-Smith Quartet (Not fully Bridgerton but in same Universe)

2011 Just Like Heaven Honoria Smythe-Smith and Marcus Holroyd

2012 A Night Like This Anne Wynter and Daniel Smyth-Smith

2013 The Sum of All Kisses Sarah Pleinsworth and Hugh Prentice

2015 The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy Iris Smythe-Smith and Richard Kenworthy

[condescendingbench]

The Smythe-Smith Quartet Fancast:

Marcus Holyroyd - John Boyega

Honoria Smythe-Smith - Amita Suman

Daniel Smythe-Smith - Dev Patel

Anne Wynter - Beebadobee

Hugh Prentice - Thomas Brodie Sangster

Sarah Pleinsworth - Geraldine Viswanathan

Richard Kenworthy - Sean Teale

Iris Smythe-Smith - Ambika Mod

[wyllzel]

i have just finished reading all four smythe-smith quartet novels 🙂‍↕️☝️ here are my initial impressions 🧐

ranked from most to least favorite (plus spice rating):

"the sum of all kisses" (book #3) 🔥🔥🔥

"the secrets of sir richard kenworthy" (book #4) 🔥🔥🔥

"a night like this" (book #2) 🔥🔥

"just like heaven" (book #1) 🔥

ranking the male leads:

hugh prentice (#3)

marcus holroyd (#1)

richard kenworthy (#4)

daniel smythe-smith (#2)

ranking the female leads:

sarah pleinsworth (#3)

honoria smythe-smith (#1)

anne wynter (#2)

iris smythe-smith (#4)

favorite moments:

daniel launching an fbi raid to save his kidnapped gf, but the team consisted of two middle-aged mothers, a child, four random footmen, and three noblemen who have been proven untrustworthy around firearms (two of the noblemen have shot each other before) 🤦🏻‍♀️

sarah telling a man with suicidal ideations to kill himself LMFAO (tbf she did not know 😅)

honoria becoming an amateur surgeon

honoria telling marcus that he's boring only to turn around and start recommending her favorite philosophical enquiry pamphlets

iris screaming at her sisters-in-law and realizing she married into a family of idiots LMAO

related: richard deciding he needs an intelligent wife (iris) to match him, not realizing he is possibly the stupidest man on earth 💀

WE GOT TWO CUNNILINGUS SCENES BTW LET'S GOOOOOOO 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 hugh and richard each get +1000000000 aura

notes:

i really liked the friendship btwn honoria, sarah, and iris, and i'm glad it was present in all of the books (except understandably anne's (#2)) 🥹

hugh mega slayed, but i think it also helped that quinn was building up his character over the course of the two books before him too :'D

richard is a hottie but he's so stupid LMFAO

sarah is just like me fr

i just realized we never got a fishing scene w daniel and anne even tho anne said she loved fishing 😢😢😢

i also wish there was more musical discussion 😆 i was kind of expecting that from iris's book since she's supposed to be the best musician, but i also understand that quinn probably wouldn't want to do too much research there and/or mess smth up hahaha

this series definitely showed off her ex-medical school student knowledge which was cool!!!!! loved the surgery scene(s) in "just like heaven," and the inclusion/description(s) of hugh's leg injury in "the sum of all kisses"!!

[ao3feed-kathony]

Fractured Reflections

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52009891 by justanotherweirdgirl27 Louisa Prentice knows exactly who Charlotte Bridgerton is. Older sister of her best friend, and sister-in-law to her most favourite aunt their paths cross far too often for Louisa's liking. Charlotte is loud, where Louisa is contemplative. Optimistic, where Louisa is realistic. In general, an obnoxious bother who is far too used to getting everything she wants from her adoring Papa. Charlotte Bridgerton has no idea who she is. And if everybody else is so certain, who is she to contradict them? Even if she feels empty, cold, worthless where people assume she is bold, confident perfection. Only a coincidence of cosmic proportions can show her what kind of woman she wants to be. A coincidence of cosmic proportion which can melt even Louisa's guarded heart, when she sees the most beautiful child in the world abandoned in a linen cupboard. Words: 1328, Chapters: 1/11, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Bridgerton's: The Next Generation Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Smythe-Smith Quartet - Julia Quinn Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Charlotte Bridgerton, Louisa Prentice, Frances Plainsworth, Edmund Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sarah Pleinsworth, Hugh Prentice, Mary Bridgerton, Miles Bridgerton Relationships: Charlotte Bridgerton/Louisa Prentice, Frances Plainsworth/Edmund Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sarah Pleinsworth/Hugh Prentice Additional Tags: Hate to Love, Adoption, Forced Co-Parenting read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52009891

[honorhearted]

Anne's embarrassment caused his own to blaze across his cheeks, his hands tightening at his sides. Why had he found that an appropriate confession? Clearly, the very idea horrified her, if not completely repulsed her, and unsure of how else to deflect, he fumbled, "I'm sorry, I...I am not being a gentleman."

And arguably hadn't for a long, long time -- or at least, not with her. Never before had he been so brazen in his desires, and the realization made his cheeks color further still. He only looked up again when Anne spoke with conviction, starting him with her resolute, Yes, I do.

She did? She did wish to further this -- whatever this even was?

With his thoughts swirling about in a violent maelstrom, Benjamin listened as though half-underwater, conceding that her idea to find Sarah a suitor was sound, but also wondering how on earth he could play along without falling prey to guilt. He wouldn't be helping Sarah out of the goodness of his heart; no, he would be helping for the good of his own, and that rankled his conscience quite fiercely.

"If we put our heads together, I'm sure we could figure something out."

Benjamin scoffed. "It seems to me that 'putting out heads together' resulted in quite the mess," he pointed out. "Anne, ever since I kissed you, I've been in a complete muddle...I should not have taken such heedless liberty, and I should not have forced myself on you without a warning, and during my alleged courtship with Miss Pleinsworth, no less." He groaned, dropping his face into his open palm. "I feel terrible. Not for what we did, but because I'm not even remotely sorry... And surely, that makes me some type of scoundrel."

"What about Mister Bridgerton? Gregory?" Anne persisted. "Sarah has always fancied him, and it seems their ambitions are aligned well enough to torment you. Maybe we can figure something out to get them together, and possibly begin a courtship of their own."

Benjamin's laughter was half-hearted. "They do seem to have bonded over my mishap," he agreed, flashing a more genuine smile. "You might be on to something...though woe to anyone who crosses them, seeing how they've proven themselves quite the formidable team."

And then just like that, the mood plummeted with only a handful of words.

"You would... flee the country just to avoid me?" Anne asked. Her voice was soft and plaintive, mournful almost, and the wounded quality of her eyes lanced across Benjamin's heart like a brand.

"Not by choice," he weakly allowed, "but by necessity. The easiest way to avoid damaging hearts is to simply remove myself from the equation."

"Why?" she miserably asked. "Why does it terrify you?"

Perplexed, Benjamin's kneejerk response was, "Why does it not terrify you? Anne, I know it might be difficult to perceive, but I spent an entire war feeling adrift and unable to control anything around me -- not even my own body after I'd been wounded. And this...this is very much like that, because I feel unable to restrain my heart and what it feels for you."

Anne's eyes glistened and Benjamin swallowed, immediately looking away. He couldn't bear to see her pain.

"What are you scared of, Ben? That I might hurt you? Or is it that you're afraid I might love you back?"

Chin quivering, Benjamin tried to ignore the hopeful, buoyant leap in his heart -- could she love him back? -- but shaking his head, he denied, "I can't. I...I can't. I came here to escape my guilt and the tragedy I inevitably bring, and yet here I am, spiraling everything off its axis just like before. I always intended to return to America, but now..." Trailing off, he earnestly lifted his eyes to her again. "Now, I don't know what to do. I never thought I'd have anything even remotely promising here in Mayfair."

A sudden defiance eclipsed Anne's gaze and she surged forward, forcing him to maintain eye contact. Discomfited, Benjamin tried to look away, but found himself unable.

She denied him the opportunity to escape -- she denied him the desire to -- and as he listened to her confession of wanting him, all of him, he nearly sank to his knees. Instead, his hands came to cradle her face, needing to prove that she was real, that this was real, and with a shuddery breath, he reverently stroked his thumbs along her cheeks. War had been ugly and cruel, but this, this was all things beauty and light.

What had he done to deserve any of this?

Before Benjamin could speak, he heard the chorus of young laughter and excitable chatter off in the distance, and jerking away from Anne as if he'd been burned, he drew a breath and swallowed. "Where can I see you?" he implored. It was not a matter of if, but when. "I...I need to, I just...tell me. If you meant everything you just said, then please: end my torment. I'll go anywhere..." I'll do anything, be anything for you.

"The School of Venus? I--" She turned to him and blinked, a light rouge spreading across the apples of her cheeks. Was he trying to imply something, or was her own mind so fuddled with impure thoughts that she couldn't decipher the real meaning? Ever since he had kissed her, since she'd kissed him back, Anne had struggled to focus on anything else. She'd barely managed to gather enough concentration to do her job, but, when she was left alone, her mind never left Ben.

Did you truly want to?

"Yes, I do." Was he joking? Anne had wanted nothing more than to speak with him about their problem, to clear the air in whatever way would make life bearable again. It was maddening, to be so enthralled with something she knew she couldn't have. Even when she was young and starry-eyed, she'd never felt this way about George. She had never felt such an attraction to the man she thought she'd marry, and now her heart now yearned for this strange American man. It didn't make sense, she didn't understand it. And Anne hated not understanding things.

"It might not have been frowned upon as much before..." Before his spiteful association with Sarah, she wants to say but bites her tongue. Was he really so foolish to think that any lady wouldn't fall for his charms? Was he truly so dense to think that a girl wouldn't adore him when he smiled at her?

Sarah and Anne hadn't been the closest of relations. For the handful of months that she was under Anne's charge, the two of them had gotten along well, but it was nothing like her relationship with Sarah's siblings. Sarah Pleinsworth was outspoken and brash, in all the ways a lady ought not to be, and yet its what made her interesting. She was caring and intelligent, even if she often showed her affection through teasing and mockery. Sarah would be a good wife one day, but Anne knew it wouldn't be to Ben. It couldn't be to Ben.

"I'm sure Frances and Harriet would be delighted to know they were right." She chuckled dryly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "The only one I can imagine being upset would be Lady Sarah. But," As an idea rose to her mind, Anne brightened and instinctively reached out to touch him. "Perhaps if we can find her a husband, or at least a promising suitor, it would give us the freedom to..." She gesticulated with her hands as she tried to conjure a cohesive string of words. The freedom to be together, to love one another, to act on their desires. "If we put our heads together, I'm sure we could figure something out."

It wouldn't be entirely encouraged for two tutors to wed, but it wasn't the most scandalous thing Mayfair had ever seen, either. As long as both of them remained committed to their duties as teachers, Anne couldn't see why it might be a real problem. His halfhearted courtship with Sarah did make things difficult, but nothing in her life had ever been easy and she'd stopped expecting such a thing long ago.

If she were to think about things rationally, it would be easier for them to cease contact. Anne was already a tarnished woman in the eyes of society, so a flirtatious mingling wouldn't hurt more than her heart, but Ben still had potential to marry, to be happy. And if his only reason for being hesitant was Sarah, Anne couldn't help but reason that it would only be a temporary obstacle. Once Frances turned eighteen, her position would be terminated within the Pleinsworth household and she'd be forced to move on. To another family in London, or to Wales, or Scotland, or wherever she could find a position. But, if Sarah were to marry before then, the loose ends might not tangle as easily.

"What about Mister Bridgerton? Gregory? Sarah has always fancied him, and it seems their ambitions are aligned well enough to torment you. Maybe we can figure something out to get them together, and possibly begin a courtship of their own. Besides, a union of the Bridgerton-Pleinsworth variety would be much more advantageous in the end."

I've thought about possibly returning to America. At his words, Anne's hopeful expression faltered and her brows knitted together. He had thought about leaving? Because of her? He would run away, sail across an entire ocean just to avoid the 'temptation of sin'? Was he wrong for it, though? Anne had already given in to the temptation once before and was still paying for such a sin. But she couldn't imagine Ben being anything like George. Ben was kind and sweet and considerate, and everything George could never have been.

"You would... flee the country just to avoid me?" Her voice took on a pained tone as she rescinded her hand, wrapping her arms around herself. Was he truly that scared to pursue her? That he would abandon his post, his life, just to stop himself from seeing her? The thought might've seemed romantic if her heart weren't aching to be by his side, but all she could feel was a stinging sensation in her chest.

"Why? Why does it terrify you?" She stared at him, eyes glistening as she fought to keep an even tone. He was a soldier. Surely, he'd experienced worse things than heartache during his time, so what could he possibly be scared of? Though, if she was being honest, being with him terrified her, too. But for entirely different reasons.

The idea of planting roots in a place she might not be allowed to stay in scared her. When her time at the Pleinsworth home ended, there was no promise that she'd even stay in England, and there was a high likelihood that she would be forced to be apart from Ben down the road. The thought that settling down would only make it easier for George to find her frightened her to no end. And if she was willing to put Ben in danger just to quell her own selfishness and her own desires, was she even worthy of his heart in the first place? When she opened her mouth tot speak again, her voice was low and wavering. "What are you scared of, Ben? That I might hurt you? Or is it that you're afraid I might love you back?"

Tell me to go, Anne.

"No." Bewildered, she stared at him, unblinking as she searched his countenance for any sign of nuance. "No. I can't. I won't. I want you too, Ben. All of you. More than I have ever wanted anyone, anything in my entire life and... Just saying that aloud is wholly frightening, but I... I do not wish to lose you. The fact that I have not already lost you for the foolish things I've said is a blessing I do not dare throw away. I could not bear to send you away. My heart could not bear it."

Stepping forward, Anne closed the distance between them. She didn't lean up to kiss him, despite how much her body wanted to. She didn't reach out to take his hands, even though she wanted desperately to feel his touch. She just looked up at him, into those eyes that she'd willingly drown in a thousand times over, and whispered. "So, please, don't go."

[theladyghost]

One of the best things about The Sum of All Kisses is Hugh constantly calling Sarah dramatic after he challenged her cousin in a duel over a lost game of cards.

[inlovewithquotes]

Sarah Pleinsworth had never done anything by half measures, and she knew that if she loved this man, that meant that she would devote her life to making him understand one simple fact.

He was precious. And he deserved everything drop of happiness that came his way.

-Sarah Pleinsworth

[quinnverse]

open to: m/f/nb ! muse: lady sarah pleinsworth plot: your muse was invited to sarah's cousin's wedding and, for whatever reason, sarah was assigned to look after your muse/keep them company/assist them, etc.

“I’m aware that this situation is not ideal, but I hope we can at least get along. For the bride's sake.” Sarah wore a small smile, practiced and steady. She wasn’t entirely sure why her cousin had chosen her to keep them company during the wedding celebrations but there was almost nothing Sarah wouldn’t do for Honoria. “If anything, I would consider yourself lucky you weren’t forced to spend the evening with my sisters. That would be a real punishment.”

[awynter]

"Nonsense, it wasn't rude at all." She lets her eyes take him in for another moment, admiring him like an odd portrait. He was most likely closer to her age than to Lady Sarah's and yet his features were gentle and boyish when he smiled. Before she could open her mouth to ask another pointless question, the commotion from the foyer caught her attention and Anne rose to her feet.

"Good morrow, sir. Lady Pleinsworth." She bent into a bow, the motion practiced and instinctual. The older gentleman was accompanied by the lady of the house, who was wearing a similarly spirited grin and seemed to be holding her chin higher than the last time Anne had seen her. The Admiral's smile was contagious and, even if Anne wasn't entirely sure it was genuine, she felt herself mirroring his jovial demeanor.. Anne had spent enough time in the Pleinsworth household to know that the smile plastered on her employer's face wasn't exactly sincere, but it didn't appear forced, either. Anne had bore witness to both instances and felt at ease knowing that the Admiral was at least somewhat trustworthy.

Despite his infectious smile, the wink in her direction makes her own smile falter and it takes her a moment to regain her footing. "I'm afraid I hadn't gotten around to the embroidery hoop quite yet." She flashed a quick smile, hoping her joke wouldn't be seen as terribly rude in the presence of guests. "I was intending on saving it for when I ran out of topics to discuss. Thankfully, Mister Graves is rather pleasant company." Shooting John a subtly playful look, she continued. "He's quite the conversationalist."

John was left wanting. He found it odd, the way he was aware of his fleeting closeness to Miss Wynter, aware of how chilled his arm felt even through the material of his coat when she moved her hand away.

He didn't need her pity, but she wasn't here because she was the one who pitied him. She was here because she was at work, because she was told she had to be. It was the Admiral, the Pleinsworths, the girls, all of them who pitied him. Why else had they ventured into the gardens for a stroll knowing he couldn't join?

Anne smiled though in spite of his senseless ramblings and her laugh was all it took for his self-loathing thoughts to dissipate. She was attractive even when she didn't smile, and the thought made him wonder as to her age, as to why she had deemed herself a spinster. Was it because she felt trapped here? He understood the sentiment; he'd felt trapped ever since crossing the Atlantic for the final time.

John wasn't used to company, he wasn't used to speaking plainly with servants - there was always a notion of secrecy even in the comfort of one's home; servants were eyes and ears, the spies of a grand manor capable of bringing society to its very knees if one wasn't careful.

Though, he supposed there was a relief knowing the both of them were castaways; Anne wasn't invited to accompany the families outside either.

"Its... I adore the Pleinsworth girls, truly. And teaching is an immensely rewarding experience, but... no, I'm not entirely sure I would say I enjoy it."

"I'm sorry," he realized he'd asked as if the question was rhetorical, "It was rude of me to presume."

There was a sudden noise in the adjacent foyer and sounds echoed off the ornately wallpapered parlor room -- noises of the heavy door swinging open, the lively commotion of persons returning.

John could hear the familiar booming of his godfather's voice; the Admiral's voice was one of the few things he'd taken comfort in since returning home. He had his godmother, yes, but Margaret had only been married to the Admiral for a handful of years now; they were childless and would likely remain so. His godfather was all he had, and that frightened him when he considered it too closely. He didn't want to be the last one from his youth - his grandparents, his mother, his siblings, they were all gone.

"There they are, our forlorn guests," the Admiral was entering the parlor a jovial smile plastered on his broad face, "Come now, John, don't tell me Miss Anne's already put you to work with an embroidery hoop," the older man winked in Miss Wynter's direction; the man was hardly returned indoors and he was already searching for a quick confidant.

[eyebrow-incident]

Screaming. Crying. Throwing up.

[alrightsnaps]

Sarah:

Hugh:

[fancastforyou]

🎻 The Smythe-Smith Quartet 🎻

Honoria Smythe-Smith x Marcus Holroyd

{ synnove Karlsen x Josh O’Connor }

Anne Wynter x Daniel Smythe-Smith

{ Amita Suman x Daniel Sharman }

Sarah Pleinsworth x Hugh Prentice

{ Jodie Comer x Douglas Booth }

Iris Smythe-Smith x Richard Kenworthy

{ Lucy Boynton x Archie Renaux }

[awynter]

Normally, Anne would've taken such a night to hide away in her room and catch up on rest. With a house filled to the brim with people, she hardly needed to keep an eye on the girls, much less their education. But when Charlotte Pleinsworth had suggested that Anne join them for the night, she didn't know how she could possibly say no.

It wasn't as though she wanted to be there, even if there were days when Anne desperately missed her old life of balls and dresses. But she was a governess now, long gone from Annelise and firmly seated in the life of Anne. To be seen mingling with members of the ton could be considered scandalous, and the last thing she needed was her name to be mentioned in a Lady Whistledown issue. Against her better judgement, however, Anne had agreed and had spent the last hour or so on the sidelines, watching the exhibit of dancers and lovers.

"Good," Anne smiled, nodding in agreement, eager for a crumb of conversation. "For a minute I was worried Frances might've been right about the house being haunted." She turned her attention to the room, eyes scanning the faces for the aforementioned little lady. After a moment of searching, her eyes landed upon a small form in the doorway, hands and mouth filled with biscuits. At least some one here was taking advantage of the amenities.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Somerville." Her instinct told her to bow, but Anne simply smiled in return. She didn't know anything about Thinya, other than the fact that her attention seemed to be drawn towards the Bridgerton family--a fact she only noted due to Lady Sarah's comments on the family's inevitable presence-- but she didn't find the woman to be the type to enforce formalities. At least not right away.

"I'm Anne Wynter. I work as governess here for the Pleinsworth girls. Though, to be honest, it feels as though I may be the ghost haunting these halls tonight."

@awynter asked: "you look like you've seen a ghost."

Her green hues spotted the only living soul she would marry for love, and on her will. Thinya Somerville was attending the Pleinsworth ball and was lost in her thoughts. The simple sight of that man made her whole body react: goosebumps, cheeks turning slightly pinker, sparkles in her eyes. Thinya had been loving secretly a certain man, one she thought was impossible to be with. One who probably saw her as a good friend instead of a potential love interest.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the voice of another woman. Turning her head, Thinya blushed and looked at the young woman standing before her. "A ghost? Oh..." She chuckled lightly before shaking her head. "If we are talking about a ghost of the past, perhaps?" Her smile was warmer now as she looked at her. "I am Thinya Somerville." She figured it was better to introduce herself, while sipping on her glass of champagne.

[crescentcampbell]

Imagine taking Gareth St. Clair off your list! Sarah, you ninny. I mean Hyacinth would probably murder you for trying BUT STILL.