To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern

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" 𝘛𝘰 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘐𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. " 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙯𝙖 is the daughter of the wealthiest Italian family during the 1700s. She has to live under her family's expectations of society, whether she likes it or not. She must dress in tight blouses and overstuffed bras and powder her hair whether she likes it or not. She must get married off to a rich man as soon as possible, whether she likes it or not. Enter the journey of Alexis as she finds the one comfort that she must keep hidden: Writing letters to herself.
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