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DARCY SUMPTER'S EYES were dry though she felt as though she needed to shed a few tears.
⠀⠀⠀ She was not one for romance but she certainly could appreciate a romantic gesture—even a tried-and-true classic—when she saw one. For all intents and purposes, this had to be the most romantic kind.
⠀⠀⠀ "Yes!" Emma Sumpter was thick with tears, as she beheld what stood before her. It was small and simple, but sweet enough for Darcy's twin sister to appreciate: a box with dozens of white roses, and nestled in the middle was a bone-white card with a question in its inscription written in bold strikes. "Of course, I'll go with you."
⠀⠀⠀ The masquerade summer ball was in a few, short days, and Emma was worried more than she'd let on. She was up at all ungodly hours of the night, for months on end, trying to figure out the most extravagant way to ask her girlfriend to the black tie event.
⠀⠀⠀ Every night new ideas popped into her mind like a lightbulb sparking bright, before the redhead would shake her sister awake to tell her each one and the latter would let out bloodcurdling screams with her fist shaking in the air.
⠀⠀⠀ Somehow, the two twin sisters at each other's throats levelled a sense of normalcy throughout the chaos that'd been the first half of the year.
⠀⠀⠀ After coming out to Darcy on a night riddled with secrets, fancying Joanna Lancaster being one, the following months was on par with that one fateful night.
⠀⠀⠀ Sam had confessed his unbeknownst feelings for Darcy's ex-boyfriend Jasiah McCormick and the two had started dating shortly after. Darcy would be lying if she didn't admit that at the first sight of them together, holding hands and with love shining in their eyes, she couldn't help but think—he's never looked at me like that before and we dated for months—but even that initial bitterness felt misplaced.
⠀⠀⠀ Fortunately, her knee-jerk reaction soon subsided as her own love life had started to liven up. Facing Jude after their excursion to Birmingham was hard, talking about their budding feelings for one another even harder. She'd avoided him the first few days, pulling away from the boy next door as she needed time to accept his effect on her.
⠀⠀⠀ Deep contemplation prompted restless nights.
⠀⠀⠀ Darcy would roll onto her back and open her eyes to the ceiling above her, and the refraction of a shooting star passed overhead, echoing the fiery trail of a feeling down her veins, through the alleys of her arteries, and striking clean through her heart. It was then, on a night like no other, without the fog of fixed opinions and her own cynicism disguised as logic echoing in her mind that she knew.
