After talking to Mrs. Radcliffe, Jane and Tom retired to a charming coffee shop that Tom knew of. As she contemplates her drink, Jane traces designs on the table, the past day has not been easy ( Read more... )

My dear Mr. Lefroy ( Read more... )

My dear Tom ( Read more... )

My dear Tom ( Read more... )

Jane found herself moving through the ball with far less joy than she wished as her thoughts seemed to circle ever around what it means to be sensible ( Read more... )

All she feels and knows in the darkness is sarm breath on her neck that sends shivers through her, a deep voice speaking of her blood and heart ( Read more... )

The day is already quite beautiful as they move towards the fair.

Jane is grinning as Lucy does her best to try and hold Tom's attention.

Though its hard to look at just one thing since there's so much swirling around them.

She lost track of where everyone else has gone off to but its lovely to just walk and listen.

The road was muddy but Jane enjoyed it even more because she could tramp and tramp on her way to mail the letter to Cassandra.

That horrible, snobbish, infuriating Tom Lefroy, she would not give him the satisfaction of anything.

How dare he even dare think that she thought badly of her home, her home, she would decimate him next time they met ( Read more... )