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"I'm telling you, mother! Decent men only exist in fiction!" (Y/n) almost spilled her tea from her cup when she waved her hands expressively
"Nonsense! I've met your father and look where we are now, years of a long happy marriage" Catherine said to her daughter while taking another bite from her pastrie
She invited (Y/n) to the manor's garden to have tea and a chat about her love life, which right now, doesn't look too pretty
(Y/n) was a tough one to pair up with. But in (Y/n)'s eyes, the real reason she hasn't found the one is because there's too many garbage men littering the sea of potential love
Every men she ever met from her mother's recommendations of a possible suitor ends up being a total arse or too bland in (Y/n)'s eyes
Bland as in (Y/n) couldn't stand them not picking up a conversation between them and having no desire in anything
"Father's an exception, he makes decent men in fiction while being a decent man in reality" (Y/n) took a sip from her tea while slightly glaring at her mother who was busy adding more sugar to her cup
Catherine stirred her tea "well I can't argue with that one, he really is a charming one" she said so dreamily
"Did you know, me and your father met because of your grandmother. He was shy at first but my god did he swoon me over in a matter of time" (Y/n) wanted to puke just by seeing her mother's heart shaped eyes
Secretly, (Y/n) also wanted the love story her mother and father had. The way that they stare at each other with hearts forming in their eyes
The way they felt complete happiness with eachother, no anger, no sign of one being bored of the other, and no sign of ever falling out of love for eachother. They were the dream (Y/n) wished upon a star for
"You know, I honestly thought you would get with the Harper's son, Victor. He's a sweet kid" Catherine sipped from her tea "Ah yes, the one who pushed me into a lake and ran away" (Y/n grimaced at the memory
"Oh you don't know what a pain in the-"
"(Y/N) ROSEMARY PEIRCE, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE"
"But- I- ...sorry mother"
"Good, now if you excuse me, I'll be late visiting the Burton's welcoming party" Mrs. Peirce says while fixing her dress and hair
"This is literally the 5th party this week, mother" (Y/n) stared unamused at her mother "oh nonsense there's 7 days in a week, sweetheart"
"It's literally Wednesday" she said blankly "Well being a socialite isn't an easy task, (Y/n). Remember when you used to come along with me during those parties"
"There's a reason why I stopped going to those parties" (Y/n) crossed her arms
"Well then, I'd should be going now. The next time we have another chat, I better get the lovely news" Catherine adjust her hat to keep it secure
"What lovely news?" The daughter questions her mother "You know, the one where you finally found him" Mrs. Peirce plucks a rose from a near by rosebush and gives it to her daughter before leaving her in confusion
(Y/n) stared longingly at the rose her mother gave, the rose felt like it was slightly mocking her as she twirls it around her hand.
She placed the rose in the tiny glass vase on the table and went to gather her stuff, which was only her hat, her basket and a simple book
"Elsie!"she shouted for her housekeeper as the housekeeper herself came rushing to the garden "I'll be leaving to the post office. if you could, can you please clean the tea set"
"Of course, madam" she lowers her head quickly "Please do just call me (Y/n), after all, you are a year older than me" (Y/n) grabs her wrist and assures her
"But it will be inappropriate!" "look, this is the only demand I want for you to listen so please, if it's okay, just call me (Y/n)" the young Peirce smiled at Elsie
"O-okay then, (Y/n)" she felt flustered to which the young Peirce herself grinned "I'll be going now, bye Elsie!" (Y/n) waved to her as she ran out the garden
"Safe travels, mrs- I mean- (Y/n)!" The housekeeper felt herself smile at the new friendship and went on to continue to clean the table while (Y/n) runs through the long hallways of the Peirce manor
She giggles as she runs through the pastel coloured hallway and stops by the living room where her father, Alistair Peirce, was reading a random novel on an old armchair nearby the unlit fireplace
"Good afternoon father!" She went towards her father to give him a tiny kiss on the cheek causing Alistair to turn to his daughter and smiled up to her "Hello, Rosemary" He softly said to his daughter
He glanced at the basket his daughter was holding and it made him quirk an eyebrow "Now, where are you off to?" He asked
"I'm going to the post office for today and maybe pass by the bakery for some macarons" she smiled to him "well enjoy you trip, Rosemary"
"And can you please buy some extra macarons for your old man too" he whispered the last part to (Y/n) which made her laugh a bit
"Of course, Papa" she gave him another peck to the cheek and bid farewell to him as she went to the front doors of the manor
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || Wilbur Soot x Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) Peirce, daughter of renowned author Alistair Peirce and socialite Catherine Peirce, is pressured to find a suitable husband by her mother Every man her mother presented to (Y/n) gave no joy or interest to her liking, until a fateful invitation...
