1st of June, 1894

Miss Edevane,

This morning my assistant had the distinct displeasure of opening an unaddressed letter that ensnared her nose and sent sparks that singed her clothing. Poor woman was distraught, I had to send her home, and I’ll be lucky if I don’t need to go find another. Of course, there is only one person I know who harbors enough childish spite to target me this way. It’s been such a long while, enough that I supposed she finally lost interest.

Rumor has it that a proposal from Master Flint is imminent. I wonder what he thinks of such puerile antics from a future wife?

CV.

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eyecandy by fox<3

03 June 1984

Cassian,

First and foremost, I believe we are well past the formalities of Miss Edevane and Mr. Valenduris. Secondly, I'm not sure why you're accusing me of such antics (which I find amusing, but then again I have a sense of humor), because surely you have other people in your life who hate you more than me. It's not fair to put blame of how much of an asshole you are on to me. Your name hasn't crossed my mind in quite some time, and it worries me that you're thinking about me still. I need not to remind you that you are courting my best friend, hm?

And do not worry about my marriage prospects, as they are none of your concern.

JE

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Cassian Valenduris

  

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