To Burn, To Bloom
Eatherington House was her world-her sanctuary, her theatre, her gilded cage. Teresa Eatherington, or Tresa as the staff once called her, was raised beneath marble ceilings and sharper expectations, taught to glide, to curtsy, to hold her tongue. But she has always been watching.
Especially him.
James-the equerry. A man born without title, yet moving with the quiet confidence of one who earned every step. He taught her to ride, to aim, to never cry when she fell. He called her Miss, even when she called him James. To her, he was not just a servant. He was safety. Strength. The first thing she ever wanted but could not have.
And now he's leaving.
Days before her First Communion and her debut into society, Tresa learns that James has accepted a post with Duchess Briton-a young widow of influence and opportunity. The house is alight with celebration. But inside her, something else has caught fire.
She has seven days.
To be seen.
To be remembered.
To no longer be the girl he leaves behind.
A story of forbidden longing, untamed becoming, and the quiet fire it takes to bloom in a world that tells you to stay small.