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Valentine Dubois had a rare state of beauty that attracted many. Perhaps it was the fact that she was so self aware yet unbothered by her Parisian prettiness, but it was a kind of beauty that women loved to hate, and men hated to love. The young woman had grown into her curves and even at age seventeen held an air of maturity around that made her even more enchanting. Her hair was dark brown and her lips were always painted a luscious red, but the most envious feature were her eyes: piercing blue, highlighted by dark, shadowy makeup.

A soft and sultry "Bonjour, monsieur." was enough to send men's knees buckling and lips trembling.

The whole of the Dubois family were unnaturally beautiful, with flawless complexions and the bone structure of a Greek mythological figure. It was like they were each handcrafted, made with all of the care in the world and given the gift of a good appearance, that was arguably undeserved.

Her father, Gabriel Dubois, was a frightening man that refused to speak English and instead used his family to translate for him. The head of the family was stubborn and brash yet loved his family all the same, no matter of the sins they had committed- though that may have been because it was he who persuaded them. His children were his pride and joy. Lucas and Valentine Dubois could do no wrong in the ageing eyes of Camille and Gabriel Dubois.

Valentine loved her family, to an extent. And she loved everything that they could give her. But what she truly wanted, more than anything in the world, was a love worth fighting for. A love that wasn't forced by an arranged agreement or a coincidence. She wanted a love that would only be found in a match who understood her like no other.

Maybe that was why she found that love in the arms of a Peaky Blinder, who's situation, was much like her own.

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