Lady Bridget's Diary(94)

I love that she stands back up when she falls.

I love that she makes me feel alive and reminds me what is important.

I love things that I am too much of a stuffy English gentleman to put into words, but she knows what they are . . .

With that, Bridget laughed, closed the diary, locked it, and put it away. Then she went off in search of Darcy, to interrupt whatever vital work he was doing, with something far more important: a kiss.