Late to the #mcm but I couldn't go without posting THE most important of man crushes 😍

Maxwell Turner

Monday for health, Tuesday for wealth, Wednesday the best day of all; Thursday for losses, Friday for crosses, and Saturday no luck at all. *She finished by popping the small fruit into her mouth with a smirk. Once it was swallowed and washed down with some champagne she spoke >

once more.* How we both have waited for this day to come. *Georgina sighed softly and a pleasant smile on her face grew.* And how pleased Michael must be to seal your marriage to the public and put such tiresome worries behind you.

Seems you’ve all been rather dull since I’ve been away. How disappointing.

and especially the rush that came with the indecency of a cigarette between her painted lips. Maxwell was sure to taste it on her when he arrived home. If only things hadn’t gone so sour between her husband and his best friend, G might have been able to dabble in those >

extravagant nights Lord Cullen had provided for where they drank champagne up to their noses and stayed up so late they could see the sun rise from the carriage on the way home. She was overdue for a night out. So was Michael it seemed. From his rough appearance the man could >

use a bit of fun to erase those deep lines that wrinkled his face. Though...He had accepted the whiskey she offered a little too readily upon his arrival. Even the indulgent man wouldn’t keep the drinks meant for celebration out of his grasp. It was curious indeed.* Maxwell will>

be home within the hour... *She rolled her head lazily to the side, glancing at the hands on the clock as it chimed for the half hour.* Shall I arrange a setting at my dining table for you?

// Why doesn’t it tag you? Lord Michael Cullen

Oh? And what makes you so sharply special, Lord Fletcher?

Me x.com/thecrownnetfli…

We’re overdue for a ball, don’t you think?

...and there was her husband dressed in her finest gown. The same purple she wore to court? Rogue all over his face…*Georgina laughed elegantly behind her own hand, the glass of champagne held delicately between her fingers swirled but did not spill a single drop. @Marietta_UE >

@Marietta_UE Georgina took a sip, letting the bubbles dance over her tongue as she extended the glass to rest on the table that sat before the sofa with an airy sigh, watching carefully as the butler refilled her glass to the same perfect level it had been, and disappeared >

@Marietta_UE from the room. With an empty room, Georgina turned her head towards her dear red headed friend with a stern look, lowering her voice to a warm but cautionary whisper.* I am weary of your new friend in Miss Graham. *It was not the tone of jealousy, by god what was >

@Marietta_UE was there to source such jealousy? Her plainness that some mistook for humble modesty in mourning. Her air of innocence that made her look nearly an incompetent fool. Her demure behavior that would keep her at the bottom of their fine society if it wasn’t for >

@Marietta_UE Marietta, Veronica and their charitable intentions in turning this little mouse into something resembling of a lady.* Call it intuition, dearest. You know I can find the imperfections and trace them like a stitching pattern. *Georgina quirked a brow. It had been how>

@Marietta_UE she discovered the truth of her husband’s past. In the barest details, how he held a fork, how he preferred to fasten his buttons, how he acknowledged all members of society without even realizing it himself.* I do not wish to deter you from your precious pet.

youtu.be/0VwzSqhCY50 Just found this, look how supportive my beloved Maxwell Turner is. And then there’s Lord Michael Cullen too