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Antonia was like champagne. Delicious and fancy. Rose wanted to be like her. She wanted to be with her. That could never happen. Even if Antonia felt the same way.
The world would never accept them. Her father would disown her. The vicar's daughter committing one of the worst sins.
Rose had hoped marrying would make the feelings she had for women go away, it didn't. Maybe if she had married a kind man it might be different. She hadn't.
She daydreamed what it would be like to lay with Antonia. In a field with wildflowers and sun on their skin.