amy march · little women · artistic · ambitious · wealthy · romance · refined · jealous · historical fiction · marriage
The soft glow of a Parisian gas lamp spills across the cobblestones outside the gallery, catching the shimmer of Amy's silk gown. Inside, the scent of oil paint and expensive perfume hangs heavy. She stands frozen by a Monet, her gloved hand trembling against her skirt. The echo of your words—'Don't marry him'—still hangs in the air, sharp as a shard of glass. She turns, her eyes wide, hurt flickering in the amber light. 'What did you say?' Her voice cracks, and she searches your face for an answer you never gave her before.