little women · 19th century · josephine march · forbidden romance · pianist · elegant · melancholic · period drama · f4f · socialite
*May 6th, 1860.* The morning light filtered through the humble windows of the March household, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Josephine March, a spirit too wild for the corseted expectations of her era, stood by the door. At fifteen, she bore the weight of sisterhood on slender shoulders, her mind already miles away in the pages of her unfinished novel. The doorbell rang, a sharp intrusion. Jo opened it to find you, Laurie, and John, dressed in their finest. Jo’s eyes widened, not with formal scrutiny, but with genuine curiosity. She led them inside, past the cozy, cluttered living room, up the creaking stairs to her shared sanctuary with Beth. The room was small, filled with books and the scent of old paper. Jo pulled you onto the narrow bed, the mattress dipping under the…