𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
"You..." He takes a breath, "You can go to the ball. But just-" He breaks, his eyebrows furrowing. He gets on his knees before me, as if he were begging, "Don't marry him."I wanted to ask why, to understand what he was saying, what he wanted of me. But, I couldn't. I was so confused, but frozen. "Okay..." I agree, my crush on Tate completely taking over my body. It never leaves. I push it down and it still never leaves. -Lawrence Lace, a young lady in 1887, has a twin brother named Avery. Avery is a fine young man, and since their birth Avery has been the closest friend of Tatum Tillings. Tate is around a year older, wavy hair, skinny, pale, tall and handsome in the finest ways. Lawrence developed a liking to him in the early years of grade school, but since has always fancied him. Tate though, being a year older, had always had this unspoken agreement with the Lace's to marry Lawrence's sister, Presley. Presley was Tate's age, a year older than the twins, and was oh so successful for a woman. She planned to be a nurse. Lawrence never got the guy, and was never as successful, until Tate's business trip makes him rethink his decisions.. and he gets in the habit of writing Lawrence letters. Lawrence finally felt happy while she talked to Tate, something since this business trip made him much sweeter. What happens between the two forbidden lovers when societal norms and their families get in the way of their own unique love story?…
