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Ugg Morgan keeps making the worst decisions, with self assured male logic of what is best for Faith.

I'm gobbling this up. But most of it is because Mary Jane Wells is the best narrator ever.

Her painted face sparkled with expensive diamond dust and wore the patches of fashion to accent features that were crude in comparison to Faith’s delicacy. Her bountiful bosom was held up by a tight corset that hid the sag of more years than Faith’s nineteen. The gold crepe gown she wore rode so low that she was in danger of falling out of it.

Slut shaming, 1751 edition :)

Morgan looked up in surprise as Faith raced toward him, her skirts flying about her legs, her curls escaping the braid’s confinement, her cheeks rosy, and her lips parted with some secret joy. The image lingered, printed on his brain for many days after. She was laughing, and the happiness reached her eyes for the first time since they had met.