Sublime

plutocratic

She’d never strayed far from this enormous manor house, tucked into the quiet Essex countryside two days’ walk northeast of London, where rolling green hills turned to wheat as autumn crept across the land.

“Yeah, I see you.” Charlie glances at Alex’s book. “Kleypas? Nice, dude. I told you you’d like it.” I don’t know what to do with the information that Charlie recommends historical romance to his friends.

grok,”