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“Like the sun in the sky?” Camden prompted, sighing inwardly. “Yes, exactly,” said Lord Frederick. “How. . . how did you guess, sir?” Because I once thought the same. And sometimes still think it.

NOOOO
— Sep 03, 2026 11:25PM
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LET'S FREAKING GO. i had most of the time considered myself to be quite a fan (??) of miscommunication trope but god did this book frustrate me to the core BUT it all paid off because the yearning, the pining, the resolution??? satisfying give me more. i love gigi, love camden, love victoria AND langford. it makes me wanna read wrenworth's story because he piqued my interest. sherry thomas u are amazing.
— Sep 04, 2026 06:24AM
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Freddie took her hands in his. “I guess—I guess that isn't what I'm really worried about. I'm only afraid that the more time he spends around you, the less willing he will be to let you go.”

SO??? WHAT THE FUCK DO U CARE
— Sep 04, 2026 05:09AM
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He had enough control left to not go anywhere near her during the day. But perhaps, just perhaps, he could catch a glimpse of her at night and still remain in the shadows.


the heart wants what it wants
— Sep 04, 2026 02:49AM
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Then she looked back at him. “No need to beg pardon, my lord. It's quite acceptable to flirt with a girl you don't plan to marry. I don't mind.”He should be embarrassed, but he wasn't. “Do you flirt with men you don't plan to marry?”“Certainly not,” she said. “I don't even flirt with men I do plan to marry.”

SHE'S SO ICONIC
— Sep 03, 2026 10:01PM
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Suddenly he was reminded that he had once liked her. Too much.

UHM HELLO
— Sep 03, 2026 08:55PM
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Her elders would shake their heads. Foolish young girl. Wait 'til she heard about her beau's piece on the side. Or fell out of love with the man she married.

damn the bar is in hell huh
— Sep 02, 2026 01:26PM
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rune Perhaps some part of him had recognized her before his conscious mind did. Perhaps the Fates were up to their old tricks. Or perhaps he was simply a man deprived of feminine contacts and she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

BEAUTIFUL


rune A ray of hope pierced him. If she confessed now, if she was drowning in remorse, rightfully fearful but still courageous enough to admit what she had done and take responsibility, he would forgive her. Not in an instant, but he would. And in return, he would come clean about his own fiendish plot.

OH NO


rune He would never have her again. Never. The realization bludgeoned him. The unfairness of it. He wanted to smash the bed, the windowpanes, the fireplace. He wanted to shake her until her thick skull rattled. What have you done to me? What have you done to us?

oh babe


rune She reeled. When you make a pact with the devil, her father had often told her, the devil is the only one who comes out ahead. Would that she'd listened.

my poor babies


rune But he went on inexorably. “Because she trusts me and I do not abuse her trust to further my chances with her. Because being in love does not give you any excuse to be less than honorable, Lady Tremaine.”

fuck this is so ..


rune She'd look up, her face all adolescent anger and bewildered pain, her person stooped and small in the light of the streetlamp. Something inside him broke, without fail, each time.

STOP THIS HURTS


rune Three days later he heard that she had packed up and returned to England. How easily she gave up. He got drunk for the first time in his life, a hideous experience that he would not repeat for another two years, until the day he learned that she had miscarried weeks following their wedding.

FUCK


rune “Philippa!” He came forward and placed his evening jacket about her shoulders, enveloping her in his generous warmth and a strong waft of turpentine.

my eyes hurt from rolling too much


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