It took a long and painful decade (plus more). Before Georgiana there was Rheanne, and with Rheanne there was England instead of France. There was an overbearing academy instead of a peaceful Maison. I grew with Georgiana, and I hope that she’ll grow with every reader as well.
Flowers live a delicate life. We are all flowers in this world. We thrive best when we’re supported. It is my wish that Georgiana’s story becomes a means of support to you.