The letter that Phoebe had sent her was packaged beautifully. The handmade envelope was sealed with red wax of the Rosewell Crest; consisted of straight lines shaping like a fox. The letter was made of tea stained parchment pinned with a gorgeous gypsophila flower and written with a fountain quill. Y/n knows this because she has quite the obsession with fountain quills,
ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴀᴅʟᴇʀ,
ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ᴄʜʟᴏᴇ'ꜱ, ᴍʏ ᴏᴡʟ, ʙᴇᴇɴ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍᴇʀ, ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ꜱʜᴇ? ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇʜᴇ.
ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʀᴜɴꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. ᴍʏ ᴍᴜᴍ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴍᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʏᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ.
ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ ;)
ɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴛʜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴜᴘ? ꜱᴀʏ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ.
ᴘꜱ:
ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ <3
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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞,
𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞; 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, '𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩.' 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞.
𝐏𝐬:
𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
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