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Evidently, diamonds are not so rare, after all.

Which is exactly why I am not choosing one,

no matter how many jewels anxious mamas might send.

So you are unperturbed by what Lady Whistledown has written?

That she thinks I am afraid of choosing a diamond?

Why should I be?

I hear my choice last year, Miss Edwina,

has made a splendid match abroad.

Certainly, Your Majesty.

So why not continue with your success?

And give Whistledown exactly what she wants? I will not.

Besides, I have not seen nearly enough from this year's girls.

If I am to grant someone my favor,

she must do more to earn it.

I see.

I shall simply choose someone...

Who... sparkles?

- Precisely. - Hmm.

My sparkler shall make the best match of the season,

and then Whistledown will be reminded once and for all.

It is she who should be afraid.

Gentle Reader,

it is said that fools rush to judge

while the wise watch and wait.

Years ago, Miss Henderson, once thought to be on the shelf,

triumphed over many a deb to marry Earl Fraser.

Miss Dunham had been doomed to spinsterhood

until she married Baron Ely.

And Miss Kathani Sharma, at the ripe age of six-and-twenty,

still managed to capture the heart

of none other than the Viscount Bridgerton.

I am glad your mama let you keep your dresses.

A looking glass does not lie.

The truth is... that which some dismiss as common rock,

time reveals to be precious stone.

A fact the new Baron of Kent and his family

are learning this very week.

Through that door is the east wing. The west wing.

And if you'll follow me...

Boys!

No one touch anything.

Upstairs, you will find your library, as well as the music room,

the private drawing room, your writing room, and the study.

How many rooms are there?

Twenty-seven, including the servants' quarters.

Mind you do not bother Mrs. Khanna, or you'll have to clean them all yourself.

And this is your bedchamber, Mrs. Mondrich,

just opposite Mr. Mondrich's.

- Separate rooms? - Of course.

That is how it is done.

{an8}At other times, what appeared to be priceless,

{an8}under pressure, shatters like glass.

Unbelievable.

The Kent estate has gone to the son of a boxer.

What if some shopkeeper or... or... or chimney sweep is next in line for ours?

Why worry yourself, ma'am? One of the girls will make good.

Here we go.

Oh, dear God.

Mama, Rae is accompanying me to Rotten Row for fresh air.

Can you not see we're busy here?

- Catch. - Oh!

What this author knows to be true

is that diamonds are not the only gems that sparkle.

Oh. Would you prefer to be promenading with your fellow debutantes?

Would you like to watch grass grow?

And it is not me they are eyeing.

I do not understand the limits of your new outlook.

You're snug with Cressida but have no interest in other debutantes.

You wear a ribbon in your hair, but where is your fan?

Why must I be the object of your curiosity?

It is not me whose outlook has most changed.

Mmm.

Did you not promise Anthony you would give society a try?

I shall see you both later.

Oh...

Perhaps one of those ladies has a fan I might borrow.

Looks like it may become rather warm.

So... how do we begin?

Perhaps there is a book I might read on charm?

Are you certain you want my help after what Lady Whistledown wrote?

She has never been more wrong about anyone. Let us pay her no heed.

Indeed. Sooner or later, she will be caught,

and we shall dance on the day of her demise.

Now, no more talk of books.

If you are to secure a match, you must engage in real life.

I should like to see your skills as they are first.

But I have none.

You know how to wave your fan. Flutter your lashes.

Often, that is all it takes. Men are quite simple beings.

Well, I just suppose I can show you. I...

Not me.

Them.

Gentlemen. I believe you know Miss Featherington.

How delightful to see you all.

Such splendid weather we are having.

Such...

Miss Featherington, you seem discomposed.

No.

And, if you forgive me, I am quite well, my lord.

I hear Lord Courtenay arrived in town last night.

He did. He is rather handsome and a lover of music, I hear.

Is he? Perhaps a good match for Francesca?

{an8}Oh, he's not the only one. Lords Petri and Godwin

{an8}are both great supporters of the arts as well.

{an8}- Are they also handsome? - You must talk to all three.

{an8}It is good to have options.

{an8}You may have more than you realize.

{an8}The reason that I have come for tea today

{an8}is to inform you that Her Majesty is not done with the season.

{an8}She is still seeking her diamond by some other name.

Nevertheless, she desires to see more.

Does she?

- I believe so. - Ah.

And it could be anyone.

Anyone?

Anyone who has already made their debut.

She is. She's going to be a hand...

It is fatiguing preparing to be lady of this house.

Shall I take your fatigue as a good sign?

That you have been engaging in the, uh, necessary activities?

Albion and myself have frequented three different places of business this morning.

Places of business? What kind of places?

Uh, an upholsterer, a silk mercer, and...

Do not let Varley hear, but a meeting with a new housekeeper.

I might change some things when I become the new Lady Featherington.

But I want to keep Varley.

Do you not think that you are both putting the, uh,

cart somewhat before the horse?

There is, I trust, every reason to hope both of you might, before long,

be presenting the family with an heir.

Mama! How rude.

Albion and I are very passionate.

- Of course. - Good. And you?

Mm.

This tea is... it's quite bitter.

Never mind the tea.

Yes, Mama. We have been familiar with each other.

Well, I should hope you have.

- How often? - Uh...

Once.

- On our wedding night. - Hmm...

Do you think babies simply appear in your womb?

You must be familiar with each other often to create one.

But I want to be out with my husband, showing him off, not in bed.

And it flattens my hair.

If you want to beat your sister, you must try harder.

A full moon is on the rise.

A harbinger of fertility.

I suggest you make good use of it.

I am decidedly late.

It has been wonderful, ladies.

Same time tomorrow?

Perhaps.

Are you quite sure you wish to resume my lessons?

I would not be angry if you found me to be a lost cause.

The truth is, you do not need a lesson.

You agree. I am unteachable.

You are very teachable.

You simply do not need to be taught. You already know how to do this.

I assure you, I do not.

Do you remember when we first met?

I was riding my horse, minding my own business,

when I was assaulted...

...by a devilishly yellow head covering.

It was not my fault. The wind blew it off my head.

Wind or not, you certainly seemed pleased when I landed in the mud.

I apologized.

Yes. And you were so very charming about it.

Teasing me. Mercilessly, in fact.

And I think I know why.

Because we were children.

Before the self-consciousness of adulthood set in.

Before we started caring what others think.

Colin, it is impossible to be in society and not care what others think.

Society is entirely composed of the judgment of others.

Do you know what I discovered when I was abroad?

No one knew me.

No one knew who I was supposed to be.

I was entirely freed of being the Colin Bridgerton

the ton knows me to be.

Which is how I became myself.

Pen, living for the estimation of others is a trap.

Once you break free, the world opens up.

You make it sound so easy.

Good day.

Why is it you want a husband?

So that I may have my freedom.

So I may feel comfortable in the world.

I see.

And it will be finding that comfort in yourself will get you there.

What is the one thing in the world that makes you feel most comfortable now?

Most at ease?

It used to be Sunday teas at Bridgerton House.

It was one of the few places I could go unchaperoned and truly be myself. But...

that is no longer a possibility.

I am sorry about whatever might be coming between you and Eloise.

What exactly happened?

I should get back.

Before we are noticed.

That's it!

I have long marveled at your shop through the windows, Madame Delacroix,

but it is another pleasure entirely to step inside.

Of late, there must be many new pleasures, I imagine.

Over 30 new gowns, all in desperate need of alteration.

I practically begged the last Lady Kent to let me craft her

something more contemporary,

but she insisted on the old fashions.

Perhaps you might like to spend some of that new fortune

on something more grand?

With such an unexpected new face amongst them,

I believe it best to show the ton that not everything has changed.

I understand your hesitation.

But remember, the ton feeds on the nouveau,

and it gets ill-tempered when it is hungry.

Girls.

Look at this lovely French-blue satin.

Certainly this will catch the queen's eye.

I am so grateful now that Mama has you to absorb her attention.

I can delay dealing with suitors at least another year.

Maybe longer if you hold out as well.

I regret to disappoint you, but the prospect of marriage

is the one aspect of the season that I welcome.

I'm eager to find a suitable match and be done with it

before Mother schemes to get the queen interested in me.

I thought the queen was uninterested in the season's ladies.

Lady Danbury says, "The queen only waits to be dazzled."

Perhaps if there are others vying for the queen's favor,

it will not matter what Mama is scheming.

Miss Hartigan. Miss Malhotra.

I have some information you might like to know.

Hesitating, Hyacinth?

I do not hesitate.

And yet, here we are waiting.

It is to your good fortune, as she fleeced you in the last hand.

I play a long game.

I am pleased with my hand.

Now you hesitate.

I should like to trade.

- Mm? - Mm.

I am out of this round.

- Coward. - He had a strategy.

We may need more coins, the way Hyacinth is playing.

Are you certain you're not cheating?

- Do you think me a magician? - Mm.

Well, if you are, please teach us some tricks.

No, thank you. I am happy to wait here.

Penelope.

- I've been eagerly awaiting your visit. - As have I.

But it'd be better to meet you at the market instead of coming here first.

We are not going to the market this time.

We are going to the Bridgerton drawing room.

Uh, but why?

Your next lesson, of course.

Uh, but Colin, my maid is outside, and Eloise...

Is out at the modiste with Francesca and our mother.

- And the rest of your family? - Playing cards in the garden.

You've seen my family play pall-mall. You know how competitive we are.

Hyacinth loves to win, Gregory hates to lose to her,

while Benedict will refuse to miss the spectacle.

Trust me, not one of them will be leaving that table in the immediate future.

You mentioned you were comfortable at Bridgerton House,

so we are going to practice here.

Uh, I was comfortable at Bridgerton House. Previously.

We needed a place to be alone.

Here, your maid can wait outside,

and we can pretend we are at a ball.

Have you gone mad?

Imagine it with me, Pen.

The quartet is by the pianoforte, preparing for the Parisian quadrille.

Here, on the sofa,

some mamas are debating the merits of the decoration.

Across the room,

gentlemen are asking a young lady to dance.

And here, we have the lemonade table,

which is where we shall begin.

Very well.

Shall I pretend to flirt with the imaginary cellist?

No. With the dashing suitor you just met by the refreshments.

Me.

You?

I'm the perfect person to practice on.

You don't have to be embarrassed. You know me.

That is exactly why I will feel even more embarrassed. I know you.

Forgive me. It is only...

Deep inside,

I know I can be clever and amusing, but

somehow, my character gets lost between my heart and my mouth,

and I find myself saying the wrong thing or, more likely, nothing at all.

Forget what is wrong or right.

Imagine what you would want to say to me if I were a suitor

without concerning yourself with how I might receive it.

Your eyes...

are the most remarkable shade of blue.

Yet, somehow, they shine even brighter when you are kind.

I might say something like that if you were a suitor.

Mm.

Well, that was, uh, rather direct.

- Um... - Um...

I believe I did them a great service.

Unless you care to tell Mama about your "great service."

- Eloise is here. - You can hide in the study.

"I can now declare with great certainty

that Paris has some of the most beautiful women in the world."

"How lucky I am to be surrounded by them,

on the tree-lined streets of Le Marais,

in the charming cafés along the Seine at times

when the city is still, alone at night."

"In those moments alone, as my fingers trace freckles

from cheek to collarbone,

or as I watch the way starlight dances across skin,

I marvel at how one can feel such intimacy,

but also such great distance."

Pen.

- Were you reading that? - No. I did not mean to.

- Mean to pick up my journal and read it? - No. I did, but I should not have.

No, you should not. Whatever you read was not meant for another's eye.

- Damn! - Colin, your hand!

- It is nothing. - It is not nothing. Stay there.

Please.

Let me.

Your writing...

it is very good.

Perhaps we should pause for the day.

- Will I see you tonight? - Uh...

Indeed. Thank you for the, um... lesson.

Any adornments, ma'am?

Perhaps simplicity is better?

Would you not like to at least see?

We may have had different taste in garments...

but Lady Kent certainly had an eye for jewels.

Is something troubling you?

Penelope was at our house today.

I am sorry for that.

But it is difficult to know how to act when, still, I do not know what happened.

We simply grew apart.

Yes, you have said that.

- Do you wish for me to cast her out? - No.

I do not wish for her to be friendless, and you might be all she has now.

Perhaps just not at the house?

Of course.

How is she?

- Penelope? - I mean... I do not need to know details.

But I only want to make sure she is not suffering or... despondent.

She is neither suffering nor despondent.

In fact, she seeks to take a husband this season.

A husband? Penelope?

- Mm-hmm. - That is... so unlike her.

Perhaps she has changed.

- She is not seeking a husband in you? - No. I'm only helping her find one.

Is that wise? What if anyone were to find out about your helping her?

Well, who should help her? She does not have any male relatives.

Yes, but you are an eligible suitor.

Perhaps the most eligible right now, strangely.

- It would not look right. - No, it would not.

And that is why we are not telling anyone.

Finally, they seem to be putting in some work.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Perhaps a little too much.

If only your curtsy had been low enough in your first season out.

My dear... you should know it is not my intention

to push suitors on you this season.

But perhaps you might become acquainted with a few other young ladies

so that your circle is wider than simply Miss Cowper?

I plan to.

Do you mean it?

Miss Bridgerton. Would you like to take a turn about the room with us?

I do enjoy a good turn.

Well...

And then there were two. Shall we greet the queen?

Perhaps that could wait?

At tea, Lady Danbury mentioned a musically inclined suitor?

Several, I believe.

Let us start with one and see where the evening leads us.

Good evening, Mr. Bridgerton, Mr. Bridgerton.

Ladies! And more ladies!

They've taken to hunting in packs.

Mr. Bridgerton, I have yet to see you on the dance floor.

What say you, brother?

Time for you to dance?

Yes.

Miss Stowell, may I have the next dance?

Hm.

Mr. Dankworth, Mr. Finch.

Where are your ladies?

I have lost mine somewhere in this splendid celestial display.

I sent mine to look for pastries.

Your wife is a pastry, Mr. Finch.

Perhaps if you savored her as much as you do food,

she would be with child by now.

I think of Prudence as a bonbon.

Delicate and, oh, so agreeable.

Mr. Dankworth, you are so... pretty.

- Oh. - I shall find them for you.

Has anyone told you that your mother is rather terrifying?

Good evening.

How is your hand?

Much better, thanks to you.

I'm sorry again for reading your writing. But you truly write so well.

You make it seem effortless, which is so difficult to do.

I'd very much like to read more one day if you would let me.

Should we make an agreement?

I will consider it if you speak to at least one lord tonight.

Very well.

Whom do you suggest?

Mm.

Him. Lord Basilio.

Lord Basilio is a viscount.

And you are Penelope Featherington. Do not forget that.

He's all yours.

Good evening, Miss Featherington.

Oh. Lord Basilio, I did not see you there.

No matter. I cultivate reserve these days anyway.

Life is too short for that, is it not?

Lord Basilio, are you quite well?

He went quite quickly. Sorry. Excuse me.

Um... what happened?

His horse recently died.

- You are joking. - I am not.

Colin!

Forgive me. Um, I did not know.

Surely someone here is not in mourning.

- We shall gallop along. - Colin!

You know, whenever I have a disagreement with an acquaintance,

I find the best course of action is simply to pretend they are dead.

I do not think that will be possible with Penelope.

Unless I pretend she is a ghost. She was at my house today.

Whatever for?

It seems Colin is helping her look for a husband.

We used to say we'd be spinsters together.

That is rather scandalous of your brother.

And even more so for Penelope.

Well, she may not think you dead,

but her feelings toward you are clearly altered.

Perhaps you ought to alter yours as well?

Yes. You are right.

Eloise, do you have any special talents with which you hope to impress the queen?

Talents? No.

Unless you consider a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Like the time I tried to tell the French tutor he was nice,

instead, called him "une chouette."

An owl! Oh no.

Mr. Beaufort? He is rather furry.

Unfortunately, owls have feathers, not fur,

so even if I had wanted to insult the poor fellow,

I'd have failed at that as well.

Yes. Well, in truth, I cannot blame my teachers for my lack of talent.

It is not their fault I am such a troublesome student.

I think we have found your talent.

Indeed. You are a most entertaining speaker.

Do not stop.

Mr. Bridgerton, you are an excellent dancer.

The pleasure was mine, Miss Stowell.

Ah. Um, if you might excuse me.

Now I see why no one came to the bar for so long.

Mr. and Mrs. Mondrich... welcome to the ton.

I've been up against men in the ring who could have killed me,

and yet I somehow find myself more nervous

about tonight's program of dancing and socializing.

Well, at least you have your arms. I can barely move in this.

You both look superb. And do not be intimidated.

This can all be rather enjoyable

if you do not resist.

You looked to be enjoying your time with the young lady.

Are you courting?

No.

No, no. Miss Stowell is lovely,

but that was me doing the not-resisting bit.

I am not certain Miss Stowell is taking your experiment so casually.

Hm?

Mm.

Excuse me. I must find some ratafia.

Your situation is making me all the more nervous.

One dance, and suddenly, you have signaled you are available.

How are we expected to understand all these society rules

when even someone born into this world cannot grasp them?

Do you see those two?

Lord and Lady De Leon.

It is considered impolite to dance as often as they do with the same partner,

but they cannot keep themselves off the floor.

And Lord and Lady Singer.

The rule is you are not supposed to have more than one or two drinks

at these events, and yet they are like that every time.

Drunk as fiddlers.

And happy. Do you know what both of these couples have in common?

They are married, like yourself.

All these rules are to keep the marriage mart churning.

But once you have performed your function

and... found your match,

you are free.

Francesca, dearest?

Lord Petri is quite the music devotee

and, I hear, accomplished on the cello as well.

The dowager viscountess flatters me.

My love for the instrument surpasses my ability, to be sure.

The cello is such a beautiful instrument.

Indeed.

What music do you most love?

Lately, I have been enjoying Ries. His Piano Trios are quite beautiful.

And Beethoven's Appassionata. I could listen to it forever.

That is quite... expressive music.

I once heard a rumor the Trios were written

to convey his feelings for Mademoiselle Ludwigs.

Do you not think you feel it in the music?

Follow me, my dear.

I mostly enjoy the chord progressions.

A mother in her natural sphere,

always watching from the sidelines.

Lady Danbury.

After Eloise's fumbles last season,

I am fearful of pushing another daughter too hard,

but also fearful that, without a push,

Francesca will marry the first "good enough" match.

And never set foot out of her natural sphere.

Mm.

A conundrum, to be sure.

Perhaps the best thing you can do

is to let her be in her natural sphere, then.

Come.

Come with me.

I may be with child already. I must eat for two.

Your arrogance does not count as two people.

That is enough.

Why do you not stand with your husbands, whom I took pains to secure for you?

You could be setting the mood for later.

Alby and I lay together before we arrived.

Just lower your voice! Not here.

And what about you?

Did you two...

We began.

I simply...

I do not enjoy it.

A woman's pleasure is somewhat more subtle than a man's.

You see, when he...

inserts himself...

Inserts himself?

Inserts himself where?

What on earth do you and Mr. Finch do?

We kiss,

and then he makes an odd sound,

and he goes to change his breeches.

His breeches remain on?

- Of course. - Why must I be punished over and over?

I am tired of these chits tripping over themselves the moment they see me.

I have seen enough. It is time for me to retire.

Before you go.

Have you seen the Gérard painting in the back room?

I think you might find it, well,

rather brilliant.

She is leaving. She has barely spoken to any of us.

Finally. Now I can stuff my mouth with chocolates

without fear of appearing impolite. Excuse me.

But we've not nearly had enough time to show off our gifts.

Does anyone at least have any good gossip?

I cannot think of anything at the moment.

Good evening, Lord Remington.

Miss Featherington. It is a fine evening, is it not?

I suppose so.

I heard Her Majesty has yet to choose a diamond,

and it has caused some consternation with your fellow young ladies.

I do not much care for idle gossip.

Truly, you are a more resolute person than I.

I love a bit of gossip.

I should not be so eager, but on days Whistledown is delivered,

I sit by the door and read it as soon as it arrives.

Do you? I must admit, I do quite enjoy Whistledown.

Did you read the passage about Lady Carter's housekeeper?

That Lady Houghton stole her,

and that is why Lady Carter fell off tonight's guest list?

- Good evening, Lord Remington. - Yes, my lord.

Colin... Lord Remington has asked to call on me tomorrow.

Well, that is excellent.

Do you like him?

I did enjoy myself. Very much.

I am certain he did as well.

It is rather unseemly that Miss Featherington took his help.

Pitiable, I think.

It is kind of him, but perhaps overly so.

I wouldn't believe...

She's done for.

Pardon me, what are you whispering about?

Mr. Bridgerton, we were wondering why an eligible gentleman such as yourself

would help a spinster find a husband.

Especially someone who is so beyond hope of success.

Mmm... It's actually all rather sad.

Pen, wait!

I cannot wait to know what Lady Whistledown'll write about this.

It will surely be the main interest of her next edition.

Eloise! Did you tell anyone of my helping Penelope?

No. I did... I did not mean to...

Which means you did?

- I confided in Cressida. - Because you thought you could trust her?

Why you are friends with Cressida in place of Penelope,

I will never understand.

What could Penelope possibly have done to warrant such maltreatment?

That was splendid.

Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was taking a small pause from the ball.

Because you delight in your endeavors.

Someone who performs not for me

but for themselves.

Brava.

"Sparkling," one might say.

My lady.

Will, what are you doing?

Should you not be sleeping in your own bedchamber?

I do not wish to sleep.

At least, not yet.

And when I do, I will sleep here

with my beautiful wife.

Not in a cold, lonely room by myself.

You heard Mrs. Khanna. That is not how it is done.

- We cannot... - Yes, we can.

We can do whatever we want, Alice. This is our life now.

We are a married, noble couple.

Our son is noble.

Our family is noble.

I think

I am somehow afraid I will do something wrong,

and they will take it all away.

We've made use of our advantages,

but everything up until now, we have worked for.

And... I cannot stop thinking...

- What have we done to earn this? - Nothing.

The same as every viscount and earl and baron out there.

Absolutely nothing.

But it is ours, so let us enjoy it.

No more tiptoeing around. No more sleeping in separate bedrooms.

No more old Lady Kent clothes.

Away with Lady Kent's clothes.

Away with clothes.

But... I am keeping all the jewelry.

There you go.

By the light of the moon,

it is easy for one to mistake the night as a place of safety.

Which is why, perhaps, both Featherington sisters

snuck away early last night with their husbands.

But one must never forget that, despite the cover of night,

there are still eyes upon us all at all times.

Good evening, Lady Danbury. A letter for you, ma'am.

Mm.

Thank you.

Apologies for the disturbance.

Please alert Mrs. Walsh.

We shall be having a visitor.

Hm.

Hmm.

We know there is one young lady who most certainly wishes

her plans had remained in the dark.

Penelope Featherington,

who was so certain that she would not find a husband on her own,

that she had to enlist the help of Mr. Colin Bridgerton.

And while we knew Miss Featherington's

marital prospects were slim at best,

this recent scandal

will certainly make any further hopes disappear.

Eloise. There you are.

Is this what you wanted to happen?

I do not know of what you're speaking.

When you spread gossip about someone, it will inevitably end up in Whistledown.

You must know that.

But perhaps that was your goal

in communicating the secret I told you in confidence.

Or can you really just not help being cruel?

I did not communicate your secret.

But I did notice Miss Livingston

whispering around the room after hovering nearby.

You were rather indiscreet when you told me about Penelope.

Perhaps if you were more decided about your former friendship,

you would not have felt the need to gossip.

I do appreciate your concern about cruelty,

but perhaps you should like to find a looking glass...

rather than looking at me.

Have you seen this?

Tell me it is not true.

I cannot.

Oh, Penelope.

How could you be so reckless?

This family has already endured so much public scrutiny,

and now this?

It was foolish to ask...

No, what is foolish is being unreasonable

about what you can achieve.

I thought when you bought those dresses, it was only for your amusement,

not that you earnestly believed

you might find a husband in your third year out.

A life unmarried is not all bad.

Trust me, men can often cause much more trouble than they are worth.

This author would not be surprised if Miss Featherington

should wish to return to her familiar shadows

once and for all.

Miss.

You have a visitor.

What are you doing here?

I bribed her to give us a moment alone.

I had to see how you were.

- You read Whistledown. - She is beastly to write such things.

It's her job to report what everyone is talking about.

It would have been suspicious if she had not.

In truth, I brought this on myself.

A sad, stupid girl who believed she might possibly have a chance of love.

You must not say such things.

Perhaps a return to the shadows is for the best.

After all, a small taste of the light

can lead to that most dangerous of emotions.

Hope.

And once hope is lost, a lady may become reckless.

Colin...

could I ask you something?

Of course.

Would...

Would you kiss me?

- Penelope... - It would not have to mean anything.

And I would never expect anything from you because of it,

but I'm nearly on the shelf and never been kissed,

and I am not certain I ever will be.

I could die tomorrow...

- You are not going to die tomorrow. - But I could, and it would kill me.

But you'd already be dead.

I do not wish to die without ever having been kissed.

Please.

Colin.

Thank you.