"perhaps we can make sure they see eye to eye, and maybe fall for each other in the process."
"hmm, matchmaking. i have to say, benedict, i never took you for someone to do such a thing."
WE ARE ALL FOOLS IN LOVE, book two.
in collaboration with @pa...
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EPISODE ONE THERE IS NO ART WITHOUT EROS
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Footsteps echoed through the halls of Magnolia Manor as Victoria Evangeline Crawford hurried towards the dining room. She weaved through the corridors, taking sharp turns at every right corner, her heart pounding with the realization that she was already late for dinner with her family.
The 1814 social season had begun only a few days ago, with all debutantes being presented in front of the queen on the first day. It had been a few years since she had debuted, but Victoria still remembered it as if it was yesterday, and she couldn't help but wonder who had been crowned the diamond of the season this time.
Nevertheless, the infamous Lady Whistledown hadn't written anything about it, and whispers began to circulate around the household staff that the queen had yet to declare her diamond due to "not finding a single lady that does meet her peculiar demands." And truth be told, Victoria loved herself some scandal.
"May I know why you are late? Again?"
Lillian asked as her only daughter rushed through the door, sitting down on her assigned seat.
"I apologize, mama. I guess I lost track of time in the attic," she said as she tried to regain her breath. "You know how much I enjoy being there."
"I am aware of that, and it would not bother me if it were any other day. However, it is Lady Danbury's ball tonight, the first ball of the season, and you ought to be dressed, Victoria."
"Yes, your mother is right," Walter nodded, agreeing with his wife. "It is your return to society and you need to make a good impression if you want this season to play in your favor."
"No amount of dressing up could lead to her making a good impression."
"Arthur Ernest Crawford!" Lillian scolded him.
"It was simply a joke, mother!" He laughed, taking a sip of his drink. "I am sure Tori will have all the gentlemen at her feet after only one glance in their direction."
