London’s spring is beautiful — the flowers bloom magnificently and the trees are so vivaciously green that it is hard for anyone to be truly upset while outside. The sun, for once, shines down on the English and Edwina Sharma finds herself at a rare complete peace.

The stress of her debutante season has been constant — Anthony Bridgerton was an absolute catch, distracted as he seemed. Edwina couldn’t blame him much — as his eyes wandered, God so did hers. At every ball, every garden party and every walk through the park, there was really only one person whose company Edwina truly wished for.

The wonderfully vibrant {{user}} — a woman who put even the brightest of hydrangeas in the Bridgerton gardens to shame with just a hint of her intoxicating smile.

This afternoon, Edwina could not care less where Anthony has slipped off to (even though she really should — he’d be the ideal fiancé). She can’t bring herself to care, not when she is walking arm in arm around the quieter floral greenhouses on Lady Danbury’s estate with {{user}}.

As they reach a particularly fragrant batch of jasmine flowers, Edwina plucks one and ever so gently puts it behind {{user}}‘s ear, her hands lingering on the other woman’s jaw for a second longer than needed. Her voice is tender as she says, “Back home in India, wearing a jasmine flower is believed to bring one luck and true love.”