Hyacinths

It’s funny how a little sleep can change perspective. And a tech run. And people knowing their god damn lines (myself included.)

I get to be the best and worst parts of Catherine. I can run from a room, “you must despise me forever” without a smidge or irony. I can feel a sort of triumphant delight. I can tell John Thorpe to go jump in the Thames and poor Isabella that she must be stupid to think me such a fool. I can fall in love after one dance without even learning his name.

And tomorrow, I get to live it all out in front of a sold out house  (with a 200 person waiting list!) They hyacinths, the picnic, the ball and the horrid mysteries. I’m so grateful for this. I’m glad to have my £3,000 pounds, though it took me longer than a *true* heroine to get there. And hey, my sister in law is a viscountess, so there’s that.

Cheers to opening, and remember that when in doubt, I can have my cake and marry Tilney too.