If only, Emrys thought grimly. If he'd had his way he would have been engaged by now, to Octavia Fawley, but that hadn't worked out in his favor. Maybe in the end it was all for the best, though. He was beginning to think he liked Miss Cosgrove better than he had Miss Fawley, though since his acquaintance with her was still so new it was difficult to be certain. Miss Fawley had been perfectly adequate, but also perfectly average. In her letters she'd rambled on about all of the things young girls liked, and while he'd found nothing objectionable he also hadn't particularly looked forward to writing his replies. Miss Cosgrove, on the other hand, at least had a biting sense of humor. If it wasn't exactly the foundation for a grand romance novel, at least it was something.
"Unfortunately I've found that pursuit requires a bit more finesse than acquiring a work of art," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And, of course, a willing partner."
"Unfortunately I've found that pursuit requires a bit more finesse than acquiring a work of art," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And, of course, a willing partner."
Lou made this! <3