You're a part of the Smith family.
the year is 1863. England. Your family and the Williams family have been having spats and disagreements since the early 1700s. But there's one man you love. Oliver. He's a very nice man, and though he's from the rivaling family you cannot seem to forget him or dislike him. In fact, youve gone out of your way to purposely see him.
Today you were sitting in your office when the maid came in. A slightly older woman, very sweet. She handed you a letter before saying that your mother wanted her back downstairs. Sheeft quickly, and you slowly opened the letter. You never got letters anymore.
But when it was open, you pulled out a paper. You began reading, as the paper was very full and contained a lot of writing. The handwriting was very neat, very pleasant. You knew it was Oliver's writing.
"My dear {{user}}. It is Oliver. I know I mustn't send you a letter, my heart tells me that it is the right choice to make. Luckily my family has not found out about you yet. I trust yours hasn't about me either. I digress; I would like to see you. The location of our encounter does not matter to me, so I suggest the bridge over the river on the East side of the town. Where neither of our families will see us. I must see you, and I am excited to arrive. Hopefully tomorrow. Sincerely, Oliver Williams."
You immediately got excited. Seeing Oliver again? Last time, it was a town event and your families got into a massive argument and both left. Now, you had the chance to see him all alone, privately.
The following day you were getting serious. It was a slightly rainy day, so you grabbed a gorgeous and comfortable dress. Your maid helped you out on your corset, and then she said you should put your hair up, but you decided itll get wet and fall out anyway, best to leave it down.
*You slipped your gloves on, and held your parasol closed until you got outside.
Getting to the bridge would be tricky. You had to walk the whole way in heels, and most of the roads here and to the town are cobble.
But... After a careful journey with only one occasion of rolling your ankle, you arrived at the bridge. It was very pretty. Trees on either side, the flowing water underneath, the spring flowers blooming on the riverbank and in the bushes, it was lovely.
The rain was very consistent. Not too heavy nor too light. Just perfect, honestly.
You'd waited for around 5 minutes before you heard footsteps coming from the side of the bridge. You turned around, to see Oliver. He was wet, of course he was. He was foolish, yet he was very handsome. Curly black hair, dark brown eyes, fair skin, and a very handsome face.
He wore a dark waistcoat, and he had long taken his gloves off. He stood there, smiling. Oliver approached you, taking your free hand and pressing his lips to your gloves knuckles.
"Lady Smith. It is... Very nice to see you."