"You're offering me a rose?"
"Aren't roses a way of saying I love you?"
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In which [Y/N's] noble and honored family's money starts to decline and they find the only way of staying out of the ruins is to fix their daughter an arranged marriage.
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"Hello, can Ihelp you with anything?" I ask him almost rudely. Clearly bothered. Where is Tewkesbury?
He steps inside my home without asking, "Yes, I'm here to talk with Lord Bradbury."
"He's not here." I reply immediately,
"You're his daughter, no?" Lorenzo asks and I nod, wanting him to leave already.
"Yes but I just told you that hes gone and I really don't know when he's coming back. You'll have to return another day."
I answered him quickly, hoping he'll leave when the servant from before approaches.
"Miss, your father is asking what's taking so long?"
Lorenzo turns around in shock before turning around to stare at me again, I blinked in embarrassment and shock as I went to fix my hair, trying to avoid eye contact.
I bit the inside of my cheek as I watched him follow the servant to my fathers office before I walked out of the house and started to search the outside for Tewkesbury.
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I called out his name, and there he was—standing by the statue in the garden just in front of my house. The moment our eyes met, we both moved toward each other, closing the distance quickly.
"What happened? Where were you?" I asked, breathless as I came to a stop in front of him.
"I saw Lorenzo Brewer arrive," he said, his expression tight. "For a moment, I thought he was your brother."
I shook my head, frustration creeping into my voice. "No, he's not my brother."
Tewkesbury placed his hands on his hips and stared down at me, a flicker of jealousy sparking in his eyes.
"Really? Then why is he here?"
His voice was edged, his tone unmistakably jealous. I scoffed.
"I don't know! I honestly have no idea why he's here." I replied, my arms folding over my chest. He ran a hand through his hair and looked away, avoiding my gaze.
"[N/N], maybe it'd be better if we arranged this for another day," he said quietly.
I shook my head firmly and wrapped my arm through his, pulling him gently toward the house. "Absolutely not. You need to speak with him today. Come on—we'll wait outside his study until he agrees to see you."
He reluctantly followed me inside, and we made our way up the stairs to my father's study. We waited in silence, the ticking of the hallway clock filling the tense air. Tewkesbury fidgeted beside me, sighing.
"This was a bad idea," he muttered under his breath.
"Alright, stop being so negative," I said lightly, squeezing his hand. He turned toward me, arms crossing over his chest as he locked eyes with mine.
