Nov 14, 2017
weaveafinetale
“Ahhhh. I know aaaaall of that,” she answers with a shortness of breath made pretty with her laughter. “Let me see. Let me see. I’m an expert at this you know. Not that I’m bragging. It’s a terrible thing to brag about. Poor dears.”
She leafs through the parchment, humming her ohs and ahs, at the decorative declarations of love. She makes neat stacks of them and taps at one pile with a ringed finger. “This pile here is your short ‘no thank yous’ and these are genuine and should be replied to with care. Proposing is hard to do in person, let alone by letters.”