Takes place during Daisy and William's wedding.
A/N: just something I considered while watching tonight's episode.
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Envy
Despite that day, that supposed day of joy, as it was, Anna couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy in her gut. How heinously unjust the rules of propriety were to her. How fate seemed to mock her. Here Daisy was marrying William, a man she didn't love - didn't even fancy - and nearly everyone knew it to be a lie. Yet, she herself couldn't even properly court her beau whom she'd completely loved for years.
John shifted his weight next to her, and she wondered if he felt similarly. The way his fingers brushed against hers confessed . . . he did.