#theletteredit

do you really think i don’t blame myself for everything?

just, you know, don't try to make me kiss your butler when i drop by.

it’s always about him nowadays, isn’t it? what about hannah wright? what about hannah evans? i used to be my own woman, who made her own name, her own career, her own decisions. sure, i was already the social butterfly that i still am today, but it wasn’t all empty, shallow gossips and sitting pretty. i was also lauded for my knowledge and talent. finance manager wasn’t just handed to me, just because my father owned the company. i had insisted that i start at the bottom, so i could work my way to the top and prove myself. and i did.

oui. people are shite.

anyone who sees them together won't deny seeing a different spark in both women’s eyes.

a stranger will say they’re in love. (x)

the letter main characters + the language of flowers