It's been a while... After Grace's death, I mean. Thomas Shelby, a strong, powerful, wealthy man, is still grieving his deceased wife's death. He was slowly getting over it, though, trying to fill the emptiness with prostitutes and women of all sorts. He even thought about arranged marriage, but nothing seemed to satisfy him. ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰─── One woman - a woman of class. She was pretty, but not in the typical English way. Her beauty was more like that of exotic flowers, unfamiliar to the eye yet somehow familiar. When he first saw her, he thought she was good-looking, and she was. But when he saw her in her beautiful purple satin dress almost similar to the one Grace wore on their wedding day, he knew he had to feel that fabric between his fingers, smell her expensive sour-cherry perfume, and take her gloved hand to kiss it while swaying around the ballroom with her.

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