Tessa tended to avoid these Victorian themed events. There were too many memories, for better and for worse, yet Magnus insisted upon attending and persuaded her to accompany him. They were clad in dress that hadn't seen the light of day in over a century, and Tessa could hardly believe any of it still fit. She wore the yellow dress Jessamine had bought her long ago along with a hat decorated in silk flowers as was the style.
As the warlocks approached the carriage that would take them to the gala, Magnus held out his hand to help the lady up the step. Tessa smiled, remembering a time when this would have been expected of any true gentleman. She happily took his hand slipped into the carriage. The moment Tessa took a seat thoughts of Jem appeared, invading her mind. Curious that she would think of him after all this time. She thought of his soft lips pressing against hers, and his hands brushing against her body. She closed her eyes and for just a moment it was 1878 again. She felt herself flush and her heart rate quickened. She could feel Jem's weight against her, pushing her back in her seat. She remembered the all too familiar crinkling of her silk flowers, and she raised her hand as if to cup his face—
"Really, Tessa, what are you doing?" Magnus interrupted.
Tessa blushed even more, broken from her reverie. She sighed and smiled sadly.
"Wo hen xiangnian ta." I miss him so much.