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I've seen this clip many times, but never really appreciated the power of "what was her problem?" Just casually assuming that lesbians come in a wide variety of shapes and being inclusive. As a transbian who is probably still closer to Homer shaped than to my ideal, that's huge!
"That gentleman upstairs - he sees me for who I am. Unlike you, he does not wish for me to don some ridiculous gown and go with him to some absurd ball. He does not wish for me to change. And neither do I."
it’s so special to me that so much of fan culture is textual analysis for the love of the game. like thank god there are people in my phone who are also thinking about this thing i love so much that they are writing transformative fiction as character studies and setting clips of the show to music with theme-relevant lyrics and writing long text posts analyzing every line of dialogue like!! yay!!!
Fandom: Bridgerton
Characters: Siena Rosso, Kate Sharma, Agatha Danbury
Pairing: Siena & Kate, past Anthony/Siena, minor Kate/Anthony
Rating: T
Words: 2.4k
Summary: After performing at a ball, Siena suddenly notices a woman crying in the hallway.
A/N: For Siena Week 2026 - Day 3: "Drunken Confessions"
-> You can also read it on AO3
Siena hurried towards her designated room, trying to change as quickly as possible. She threw off the heavy gown and slipped into the comfort of her own clothes; rubbed the makeup off her face; removed the pins from her hair, letting her curls fall freely over her shoulder.
Then, she took a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror.
She had sworn herself to not perform at a ball this season. Her career was stable enough to politely decline the few invitations she had received. Perhaps it had been foolish; perhaps it was maddening that he was still controlling her life. But she had not wished to risk it—had not wished to see the Viscount, and she was quite certain that he had not wished to see her either.
But then, Lady Trowbridge had approached her personally—and with a very pretty sum.
Therefore, Siena had agreed to perform at her ball this evening.
And nothing of note had happened. Yet she still felt tense.
She had noticed him almost immediately. And he had also noticed her. Then, he had asked his betrothed to dance with him.
Had he done so on purpose to vex Siena? But then again, she had been flirting with the Duke in front of him not too long ago. Perhaps they were even now.
She felt quite sorry for the poor girl, however. Edwina Sharma was her name. She had seemed quite young—and most likely did not know what she was in for.
But that was none of Siena’s business.
She grabbed her shawl, then left the room.
She hurried in the direction of the servants’ quarters—but as she passed the corner of a small hallway, she halted.
At the end of the corridor was a large window. And below that window sat a woman—hugging her knees, her face buried. She was crying.
Which was none of Siena’s business either.
But still, she could not simply walk away. Something horrendous might have happened.
Therefore, Siena took a deep breath and then carefully approached the woman. Or girl, perhaps? Maybe it was just some sweet debutante, crying because no one had asked her to dance.
“Are you alright?”
Startled, the person looked up at her with wide eyes. Woman it was. Around her own age, even.
“Yes … yes, I’m fine,” she stuttered, brushing away her tears. Then, she tried standing up—placing her hands on the windowsill as she began to sway.
A drunk woman.
Well, that was the kind of woman Siena knew how to deal with.
The woman sank back down then, staring at the floor.
“You do not look fine,” Siena stated. “Should I call for someone?”
“No please — don’t tell my Mama or sister!” she pleaded. “They can’t … they can’t see me like this.”
Still, she did not look up at her.
“Alright. I won’t tell anyone,” Siena promised her.
The woman nodded, still staring at the floor. She might not be a girl, but Siena could certainly not leave her alone like that.
She sighed, then decided to sit down next to her.
“I’m Siena.”
“Kate.”
“Did something happen, Kate?” Siena asked. “You can be honest with me. I’m just an opera singer. I don’t even know what your Mama looks like.”
Kate glanced up at her for a quick moment, then back down to the floor.
“It’s just … it’s my sister’s engagement,” she sighed. “And yes, we came here to secure her future. We used our last money to travel here, so that she can find a good husband. And I … I should be thrilled but … but my sister deserves to find love as well. He might be a viscount but I know that he doesn’t love her.”
At her last words, Siena tensed—staring at her with wide eyes. Thankfully, Kate was still looking at the floor, not noticing her odd reaction.
Siena took a deep breath, then asked, “Your sister is engaged to the Viscount Bridgerton?”
Now, Kate did look at her—a small smile on her lips.
“I guess now you know who my sister and Mama are.”
“Well … I still won’t tell,” Siena assured her. “But … are you certain he does not love her?”
Why are you asking that?
Siena had already assumed that he did not. She was way too young and sweet for him. But still … she would like to know.
“He doesn’t look for a love match,” Kate replied as her gaze wandered back to the floor. “He made that quite clear from the beginning.”
“And is your sister aware of it?”
Kate bit her lips. “He told her so…” she muttered. “And I told her as well. But then … he started pursuing her—relentlessly. I don’t know why. I guess he can’t lose. He saw all those other men competing for her attention … and me trying to stop him from getting close to her,” she added. “It turned into a competition for him. She’s his trophy. And he’s lying to her.”
Siena felt her chest tighten. She knew that Anthony was not an awful man. He did awful things sometimes—but he could be good too.
Yet how could she tell her that without letting her know of their acquaintance?
“But … but many marriages are based on duty,” Siena said carefully then. “It doesn’t mean it has to be loveless. He might fall in love with her eventually. I’m certain there are things he admired her for.”
“I do believe he considers her a good fit as viscountess,” Kate muttered, her glazed eyes glued to the floor. “But that shouldn’t be all. And yes, he can be kind—when he wants to be. And funny and gentle and…”
She trailed off as Siena stared at her. Those were quite a lot of compliments for a man she apparently despised.
Kate took a deep breath, then said, “But I don’t think he will ever love her…”
“Why?”
Stop with all those questions!
She noticed Kate biting her lips before she muttered, “There’s … there’s someone else he’s interested in.”
Of course.
Siena still had trouble comprehending the entire situation, but she believed that she finally understood why Kate Sharma had cried earlier. It was always the same.
Siena had never expected to be able to relate to a lady—but she could understand Kate Sharma quite well right now. After all, she knew what it felt like to have one’s heart broken by the Viscount Bridgerton.
“But it doesn’t matter,” Kate said then, shaking her head as she attempted to stand up again—successfully this time. “I’m sorry. I should … I should get home…”
Siena stood up as well—just in time to catch her, as she staggered in her direction.
“Alone?”
Now, Kate looked at her again—a desperate plea in her eyes.
“They can’t see my like this!”
Siena nodded. “Then … then come with me. You can rest at my place until you’re ready to face your family again.”
Kate stared at her in shock—the same shock Siena felt right now. But she had been grateful to all those strangers in the past who had offered her a sofa to sleep on. Well, she did not believe that any of those strangers had ever been the former lovers of her current affair. But Kate did not need to know that.
Siena gave her a smile, adding, “You can’t walk home on your own like this. It’s too dangerous.”
“But … but they will worry when they realise I’m not home.”
“Well … is there someone else we could tell?” Siena asked.
Kate seemed to think about it for a moment—then she said, “Lady Danbury.” Siena raised her brows and Kate clarified, “We’re living with her.”
Siena nodded at that. “Fine. You stay here. I will talk to Lady Danbury.”
She helped Kate lean back against the windowsill, then left the small hallway.
Siena had heard of Lady Danbury before—and had even seen her a few times, although they had never shared a word. If there was someone who deserved to be called a lady, it was her.
As she could not simply walk into the ballroom, searching for her, Siena decided to approach a maid instead, asking for Lady Trowbridge.
When Lady Trowbridge came, Siena told her that she had to speak to Lady Danbury regarding an urgent matter. Surprisingly, Lady Trowbridge did not seem surprised or suspicious, but immediately went to search for Lady Danbury.
Then, Lady Danbury appeared—who did seem surprised and suspicious.
Immediately, Siena told her what had happened. There was an arched brow, but otherwise, Lady Danbury’s face remained blank.
To Siena’s surprise, she then however said, “Fine. Do you have a card on you? I will send someone to pick her up tomorrow.”
Siena did not expect it to be that easy. Did she have an honest face after all? Or did Lady Danbury knew Kate Sharma well enough to accept this as the truth? It had to be one of those things, because she did not seem like a woman that trusted anyone too easily.
Siena handed her a card then as Lady Danbury asked, “Do you believe you can handle this on your own?”
“Yes,” Siena replied with a nod. “She’s not drunk enough to pass out. I just don’t believe she should be alone.”
Lady Danbury nodded at that. Then, suddenly, she asked, “Does Miss Sharma know who you are?”
“An opera singer?” Siena asked innocently—although she had a suspicion to the true nature of that question.
“You know what I mean,” Lady Danbury replied, proving her right. “She might not feel too comfortable walking home with the Viscount’s former mistress.”
“Well … then she doesn’t have to know, does she?” Siena replied with a smile.
Lady Danbury sighed. But then, she nodded as she said, “Miss Sharma is a grown woman who can make her own decisions. But I will be at that address tomorrow morning to ensure that she is fine.”
Siena nodded—quite surprised that Lady Danbury did not wish to talk to Kate herself. How well did they know each other?
Perhaps a part of Siena had almost wished that Lady Danbury would take care of the matter herself. She did feel sorry for Kate, but she was also quite exhausted herself. But now, she was the one who began to feel suspicious. Why would she let a stranger take care of Kate?
Yet the eyes she was looking into were quite old—and they had seen it all. It was probably for the same reason why Siena had just invited a complete stranger to sleep on her sofa. They all had to look out for each other.
Lady Danbury returned to the ballroom then as Siena hurried back to get Kate.
Slowly, they made it through the backdoor of the house, without being seen, and then walked along the dimly lit streets. Thankfully, Siena’s flat was not too far away—merely about fifteen minutes. Though, at their speed, perhaps half an hour.
Kate was a good bit taller than her. Siena had put Kate’s arm around her own shoulder to steady her, but she was quite heavy. Though, it did seem like it had been a while since her last drink. Eventually, she stopped swaying and merely seemed exhausted.
By the time Siena had settled her down on the sofa in the living room, Kate’s pained face made her believe that the drunkenness had begun to fade and the first signs of a headache had appeared. Under different circumstances, Siena would have offered her a drink as a cure. But on their way home, Kate had been talking about how she rarely ever drank—maybe a sip; occasionally a glass of wine. According to her own words, she had never been that drunk. And apparently, she seemed quite ashamed of it.
Siena had smiled slightly at that. Whatever regret Kate had now, it would only be worse tomorrow morning. But for that, Siena would be there. Quite a few nice evening had been erased from her memory thanks to some good wine. She knew how to help her.
“Thank you,” Kate said with a smile as Siena brought her a blanket.
“No problem.”
Siena bit her lips then. She should probably wish her a good night. But still, she was curious.
“You said the Viscount is interested in someone else?”
Immediately, Kate’s eyes shot to the floor.
“It’s … it’s nothing. I don’t think he’s serious.”
A slight smirk appeared on Siena’s face. “Well, apparently serious enough for you to worry.”
Kate stared up at her in surprise and the smirk left her lips.
Should she tell her? Why not? It was all in the past either way.
Siena took a deep breath, then said, “I know the Viscount as well.” Kate’s eyes widened even more as Siena bit her lips. “We … we had an affair a while ago.”
Suddenly, Kate’s surprise turned into realisation.
“You’re the opera singer,” she stated. “I … I heard about you while I was trying to…”
She trailed off as a smile appeared on Siena’s face again.
“Trying to learn more about him?”
“For my sister’s sake.”
“Of course.” She suppressed a chuckle and gave her a smile instead. “Look, I know that he can be an ass—trust me, I might know that better than anyone else,” Siena told her. “But … he’s not a bad man. He’s just … a little messed up. Yet people can change. They can grow. Sometimes…” She sighed, looking down to her feet. “Sometimes they merely need to meet the right person to do so.”
She looked back at Kate, who stared at her in confusion. But then, she nodded.
“Perhaps,” said Kate. “And maybe Edwina will be able to change him.”
“I wasn’t talking about your sister.”
Kate raised her brows, seemingly confused. But Siena merely gave her a smile. Then, she stood up, saying, “I will be upstairs. If you need anything, just call me.”
She wished her a good night then before leaving the room. This was all a bit ridiculous. But Siena hoped that there might be a chance to continue this conversation once Kate was completely sober again. She would like to know what she had to say then. The fact that she had still seemed rather articulate, despite her drunken state, made her believe that Kate must be a rather smart woman.
Though, that possibly only meant that she would be even less likely to open up once she was sober. After all, only a fool would admit to being in love with the Viscount Bridgerton.
Fandom: Bridgerton
Characters: Siena Rosso, Genevieve Delacroix
Pairing: Siena & Genevieve, past Anthony/Siena
Rating: T
Words: 1.4k
Summary: When Genevieve notices that Siena was quite drunk, she decides to ask some questions.
A/N: For Siena Week 2026 - Day 3: "Drunken Confessions"
-> You can also read it on AO3
Genevieve pursed her lips, watching her friend pour herself yet another glass of wine.
Siena’s hands were surprisingly steady—yet when she leaned back into her chair, half the wine flew out of the glass, seeping into her dress.
“Oh shit!”
Siena tried cleaning the stain with her bare hand—which was unnecessary, as her dress was the same colour as the wine.
Apparently, she realised that as well, as she muttered, “Well, at least it’s not noticeable.”
Then, she took a sip from her drink.
Genevieve did the same, still watching her quietly. She had spent many fun evenings with Siena in the past, so this was certainly not the drunkest she had ever seen her. Though, she also knew that Siena was always more drunk than she seemed. Perhaps it was her vocal control, which helped her not to slur her words; or her posture, which kept her balanced; or her ability as a perform to always play a role, even when she felt like shit. Or maybe, it was just in her nature—hiding vulnerability at all cost.
Yet Genevieve had known that girl for many years. And she had been sharing many drinks with her over the course of that time. She would be vulnerable eventually. And she was undoubtedly drunker than she seemed. Because they had opened the first bottle less than an hour ago. The one Siena had just filled her glass with was already bottle number two. And Genevieve had not helped much with it.
“What’s going on with you?” she asked Siena then.
“What?”
“We’ve just opened the second bottle—and I’d argue you’ve drowned most of the first one by yourself. Have you even eaten anything today?” she added. She did not wish to sound like her mother. They were barely ten years apart in age. But it was a necessary question.
“Breakfast, I think,” Siena muttered, taking another sip. “I’m just exhausted from work.”
Genevieve eyed her curiously. Perhaps her drunken state might allow her to be more honest this time, if she persisted with her questions.
Therefore, she said carefully, “Now, I will say something that might make you mad, but I have to ask: does this have anything to do with the Viscount’s engagement to Miss Edwina Sharma?”
“What? No!” Siena protested immediately, staring at her in shock and confusion. Perhaps she was not drunk enough after all.
Genevieve just raised her brows, waiting for Siena to take another sip from her glass. Then, her friend sighed, adding, “I just wish people would stop talking about him. It’s tiring.”
“Is that all?” Genevieve continued asking. But Siena did not reply anything to that. “You know, at least I’m quite certain he’s not in love with her.”
Siena shook her head, staring down at the glass in her hand. “Everything I said to him that evening … I … I did want to hurt him, but I didn’t…” She trailed off as a sigh left her lips. “He deserves to be happy.”
She looked back up at her, a forced smile on her face.
Now that did make sense. Well, Genevieve would prefer it if Siena was merely cursing him to hell instead of wishing him happiness. But although Siena might never admit it, Genevieve knew quite well that she had been in love with him. She could not comprehend why—but that hardly mattered.
“You regret being too harsh with him?” Genevieve asked then.
Again, Siena just shook her head. “I had to be harsh. He would’ve never walked away otherwise. But … I still wonder…” She sighed again, taking another sip from her wine. “Maybe I should’ve just gone to the ball with him.”
Genevieve’s eyes widened as she stared at Siena in shock. Siena, however, did not seem to notice it. She was staring down at her glass again, seemingly lost in thought.
“Wait—did we just go from regretting that you might’ve been too harsh to regretting that you didn’t stay with him?” she asked bewildered, prompting Siena to look up at her again. “That was a good thing, Siena! And you know it.”
“Yes, I do, I…” She trailed off as her eyes fluttered in confusion. “But still … What if that could’ve been me now?” she asked, looking at her helplessly.
“You wanted to become Viscountess?” Genevieve asked, quite sceptical that this was truly what her friend wished for.
“No, no … I just … I don’t know…” She took a deep breath then, seemingly as confused as Genevieve was right now. “A part of me hates him. But … there’s another part as well. A part that doesn’t. A part that might even … might even love him still.”
And there it was. A love confession. She might be even drunker than Genevieve had realised.
Again, Siena was staring down at the glass in her hand. Genevieve almost regretted asking all those questions. She had not planned for her friend to feel miserable.
But then again, she had only asked, because she had been certain that Siena was still struggling in some ways. Not talking about certain matters did not mean that they were no burden.
“That’s not a bad thing,” Genevieve told her gently, leaning towards her to brush along her arm. “You rarely ever talk about it. You didn’t want me to mention his name after he threw you out; never wished to speak of that night he showed up here, in front of my door step, and you let him enter. Then, one morning, you told me about the ball—and afterwards pretended like he had never existed. Perhaps talking is good.”
Siena shook her head. “I just … I just wish I hated him.”
She took another sip from her drink as Genevieve gave her a smile. “See it this way: walking away from someone you despise is easy. But walking away from someone you love? Now that takes courage. You did a good thing; a brave thing. Perhaps you merely need to find someone new.”
“I have someone new.”
“Maybe someone you didn’t meet while everything with the Viscount was still going on,” Genevieve replied as Siena stared up at her in surprise. “Someone truly new—someone exciting; someone you can fall in love with.”
But Siena merely shook her head again. “I’m glad where I am right now. I can’t risk anything.”
Genevieve hated hearing her talk like that.
“Well, the Siena I met all those years ago was very much willing to risk it all for her freedom. Always careful and calculated, yes. But never timid or complacent.”
“Well, I’m not that woman anymore.”
Siena was not looking at her. Yet Genevieve could hear the truth behind her words nonetheless.
“It’s alright to be scared,” Genevieve told her softly and Siena stared back up at her with raised brows. “You spent all your time with the Viscount, believing to know the future ahead of you. And it all changed in the brink of a second. You need time to adjust. But you can’t be afraid forever. Otherwise, you will never be able to truly move forward.”
Siena stared at her, biting her lips—apparently uncertain whether to take her words to heart or not.
Then, Siena took another sip from her drink. If she continued like that, she would probably not remember a single word from this conversation tomorrow morning. Genevieve could not risk that.
She emptied her own glass, stood up and said, “Now, let’s get you to bed.”
“What? I’m not finished yet!” Siena protested.
“You’re one drink away from hurling all over the floor,” Genevieve retorted. “And I’m not going to clean that up.”
It seemed like Siena wanted to retort something. But then, she sighed. She put the glass down, standing up as well. She swayed slightly, but Genevieve caught her and led her to the guestroom.
After ensuring Siena would stay inside the bed, Genevieve returned to the living room and poured herself another glass of wine.
Siena would be fine, she knew that. Yet her heart still ached for her. If it were not for sweet Edwina, Genevieve would wish the Viscount the worst marriage of all time.
But eventually, Siena would forget all about that man. The only thing Genevieve feared was that her friend might make decisions that were not in her favour, just to play it safe. He had broken a part of her spirit—not enough for it to be irreparable, but enough for it to be dangerous.
Yet at the same time, she knew Siena quite well. In the end, she was too stubborn and proud to allow a man to harm her future in any way.
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
Fandom: Bridgerton
Characters: Siena Rosso, Original Characters
Rating: T
Words: 1.1k
Summary: Siena overhears some fellow singers discuss her relationship with the Viscount after he left her.
A/N: For Siena Week 2026 - Day 2: "Most Notorious Opera Singer"
-> You can also read it on AO3
As Siena was already on her way to leave the theatre, she suddenly halted at the sound of exciting chatter coming from a dressing room close to her.
Should she enter and talk to the other singers for a moment?
She was rather tired, yet she also knew that she had not been fostering and maintaining too many friendship those past two years. Living in a different part of town, the commute had been quite long. And she had also tried spending every spare minute with the Viscount. How foolish of her.
Friendships were more important. They usually lasted longer. And so Siena pushed her exhaustion aside and decided to enter the dressing room.
Yet just as she was about to walk through the door, she suddenly heard her name being mentioned.
She froze, listening keenly.
“Has Siena already left?”
She recognised that voice as Marianne’s—a fellow soprano who was around her age.
“I believe so.”
That was Beatrice—a singer in her late forties, who had already been with the theatre for over twenty years. That time had not granted her wisdom and patience, however. It had merely made her increasingly more judgemental. Understandable, perhaps. If Siena was still stuck at this place twenty years from now, she might as well just give up.
“Oh well,” Marianne sighed. “I wanted to ask her whether she wished to join us at White’s tonight.”
Now that’s an excellent idea, Siena thought. She would have to visit the gentleman's club again soon, if she wanted to find herself a new arrangement. And she had spent enough time sulking those past two weeks. It was time to move on.
Yet before she could enter the room, a third woman chimed in: Emily, who had joined them last year and had just turned nineteen a few months ago.
“Why would Siena visit the club?” she asked. “Doesn’t she have a viscount already?”
“Haven’t you heard?” asked Beatrice. “He threw her out.”
Siena suppressed a groan. Yet she did not walk away.
“Truly?” Emily asked, sounding quite shocked.
“Don’t be so surprised,” Beatrice replied casually. “Young, unmarried viscount—only a fool would’ve believed him to be sincere.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Emily. “He came to visit her here constantly. Clearly, he was fond of her”
Beatrice laughed. “Have you never met a man before?” she asked. “They will do anything as long as they get to see what’s under your skirts.”
“That might be true,” Marianne chimed in. “But I still believe he cared for her. Siena is smart,” she added. “She would’ve never relied on him otherwise.”
Well, if she thought so, who was Siena to disagree?
“And he clearly didn’t mind what other people thought,” Emily stated. “He came to visit her here constantly, even though he knew that everyone was aware of their affair.”
“You think a viscount gives a damn about what some opera singer think of him?” Beatrice scoffed. “Sure, he visited her here. But did you ever hear Siena talk about him? Have you ever met her on the streets, arm in arm with him? He got her a flat on the other side of town—obviously he did not wish to be seen with her.”
Siena bit her lips. Beatrice might not be wrong. But she had no right to say it. Truly, none of them should be talking about her private matters in any way. She had tried her best to keep the whole thing quiet. But of course, there was no such thing as a secret around here.
“Well, he’s a viscount. What do you expect?” Marianne asked. “Of course he wouldn’t parade her around. Which is why I agree that it was always meant to come to an end eventually. But I still believe that he cared for her,” she added. “And that affection had fooled her into believing that it could be more than a fleeting affair. She deserved better. Now, the only thing she gained from it all is endless gossip.”
“Well, that’s her own fault,” Beatrice replied. “Shouldn’t have been involved with a viscount, if she didn’t want to become the most notorious opera singer in all of London. But at least he was handsome,” she added and Siena could hear the grin on her face. “Hopefully she got some fun out of it.”
“Oh, don’t talk like that!” Emily protested. “She might be heartbroken!”
Beatrice chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Siena’s one of the most calculated people around here. She will find herself another gentleman in a few days and forget about his existence, mark my words.”
“Well, I do think it’s best for her to find some new,” Marianne agreed. “That’s why I wanted to invite her to join us tonight.”
Siena had heard enough. This was the perfect opportunity to enter and she did not wait for it to pass again.
She walked through the door then as they all stared up at her from their seats—wide eyes, with the flustering expression of a child that had just been caught doing something forbidden.
Though, of course, they did not know that Siena had heard everything. And under different circumstances, Siena might have let them know—just to vex them a little.
However, she did not wish to push away a friend who had planned to help her out.
Therefore, she looked at Marianne, asking with an innocent smile, “Invite me where?”
But before Marianne could reply anything, Emily jumped to her feet. “I just heard about the Viscount. I’m truly sorry! Are you alright? Do you have a place to stay?”
“I’m living with a friend,” Siena replied plainly, remaining unfazed.
“Well, I wanted to ask whether you’d like to join me at White’s tonight?” Marianne told her then.
Siena gave her a smile. “That sounds great. I will meet you there.”
And with that, she turned around, the smile fading immediately.
The most notorious opera singer in all of London. Was that truly who she was now? She had never wished to be considered notorious. Well, of course, opera singers were somewhat notorious by default. But she wished to be known for her talent and skill first—not her private affairs.
She desperately wished to blame the Viscount for this. After all, he had decided to visit her at the theatre constantly; had always been a bit negligent, despite his desperate attempts to keep her a secret.
But in the end, he had simply been too aloof to understand how rumours travelled around here. And perhaps, he had never truly cared. It hardly affected him. And she could have told him not to visit her; could have avoided all of this by never giving him a single minute of her time.
But in truth, she had enjoyed it—had enjoyed their clandestine meetings in public places; had enjoyed his daring visits; had enjoyed him.
He had lied to her. But she was hardly a little girl anymore. She was angry at herself for allowing him to fool her.
And now, that affair was all that she was known for.
i block ppl all the time so my blocklist ranges from "actual fucking asshole fascist" n "post that mildly annoyed me because im petty" and if i went thru my blocklist rn i probably would have no idea why i blocked each of them but whatever
