@psychewrote // s.c.
oliver looked over at amanda, barely touching his breakfast. there was a certain smirk on his features, eyebrow raised. “ i saw you with a certain someone yesterday. ” he began, in the way that all good brothers did, with a hearty grin. whether amanda wanted to talk about suitors with him or not, he decided that it was good conversation. if he had to endure all of the brougham woman so that their mother could play matchmaker, he would happily do so. however, his price was that he wanted to know amanda’s proper thoughts and feelings. it was all but fair. “ is this one a dud ? or should i take more care into how i plan to scare him senseless ? ” not scare him away from amanda to be clear, just to make it evident that she was to be respected. “ you have to give me something, i entertained all four of them for a whole afternoon. ”









