
Wren dreaded everything about the trip, but most of all, she dreaded facing Filippa. One morning, a wedding invitation and a plea to help plan that very same wedding arrived in the mail, which was precisely why Wren had taken a flight back to where her life got ruined. Not precisely by choice, but what's it matter? Filippa had been the only one who knew where Wren had hidden all these years. Ten years and six months since Wren had exiled herself to the farthest corner of Illinois she could manage. Ten years and six months have passed since that fateful night that Oliver got arrested after the opening night of King Lear. yes beta we live like idk jesus or something.because in this house we say gay rights.

ignore the fact that gay marriage probably wasn't legal yet in america.Filippa Kosta Deserves To Be Happy (If We Were Villains).Because author simply doesn't want to know shit about america.And Doesn't Bother Finding Anyhting Out Either.I Put Too Much Shakespeare Research Into This.Filippa And Wren Are Figuring Things Out.Sorta Established James Farrow/Oliver Marks.

