Edwina was lying on her stomach on the bed while I sat at the vanity brushing my hair. It was close to eleven o'clock and I was exhausted. I think my sister wanted a refuge from the Bridgerton clan in here; despite wanting a lot of her own kids, she didn't really know how to interact in a general family setting just yet. She was only twelve when Daddy died, and it'd just been her and me for the longest time. She felt most comfortable when she was with her friends, and I wouldn't call the Bridgertons her "friends" yet. I was going to kick her out soon anyhow; I was getting tired and wanted to go to go bed.

Both Edwina's and my head turned as there was an unexpected knock on my door. Then we glanced to one another puzzled. "Who's that?" She inquired and I shrugged my shoulders, heading over to the door. To both our surprise, Daphne was on the other side with a massive smile on her face. Edwina got up off the bed to come over up behind me, curious at her sudden arrival. I looked at her, resting the palm of my hand up against the wood of the door.

"Daphne?" Without saying anything her hand extended out, holding a folded slip of paper for me to take. Both my sister and I gazed down to it confused. "What's this?" My head reached up to grab it. "Open it," Daphne beamed in clear clever delight. Edwina peered over my shoulder as I unfolded it, revealing a printout of two online tickets to the Roman baths. This made my eyebrow raise perplexed and startled.

"W-Wha-…..?" "For you, from the "stupid creep"," Daphne winked her eye. I gazed up to her face suddenly bewildered. "This is from Anthony?!" "I might have let it slip that you and I planned on going, and me and my mother scolded him for being such a heh, idiot earlier." "You did?!" I gasped and she nodded. "You're right; you're a grown woman, Kate. He has no right getting upset at you about anything." The back of my throat turned to cotton a little as my mouth hung open a sliver. "O-Oh no! No….. No, it's not problem!" I felt the need to justify his unruly behaviour but Daphne's head merely shook. Then she locked eyes with me. "Read the inscription." Inscription?

Glancing down to the bottom of the page, we saw something hand-scribbled there. It was handwriting I'd never seen before in black ink. It read: 'Not that I was in the wrong earlier, but I'm sorry if I upset you. Go have yourself a good time. Yours sincerely, A.B.'. After reading this aloud, both Edwina's and my head tilted upward again. Edwina smiled, lifting her hand up to give my arm a squeeze.

"There! You see, Kate? He's not mad at you." "Of course he's not. He's just being his usual impossible self," Daphne concurred with a flip of the hand. Ponderously, I peered back down at the page; my thumb ran across the dry ink tenderly. "He got these…. for me?" I heard myself speak out loud again. Daphne couldn't have been smiling wider just then. "Heh, you were right, Kate.

There are moments where he is almost nice to you."

"What?" Edwina blinked up curiously and she shook her head. "Nothing. I just came to deliver that. You ladies have a good night; we have an early day tomorrow!" "Uh, yes. Good night…" My hand rose up kind of unconsciously to wave back at her. Edwina was more animated in her reaction, grinning and waving back directly. "Good night, Daphne! See you tomorrow!" Then she retracted back into my room, but not before giving me a light-hearted shove and side-eye. "See? Aren't you glad you came to Bath after all?" "Yeah…" I pondered to myself, letting my eyes drift out into space. That's when an idea popped into my head. I quickly rounded under the threshold to stand out in the hallway where Daphne was walking down. She only stopped when I called out to her, peering back my way questioning.

"Daphne, wait!" "Hmmmmmm?" "Did you… Did you tell Anthony that I wanted to visit the Roman baths?" How else would he have known I'd want to go there? But to my surprise, she shook her head again. "No?" "Edwina, did you?" I looked back inside the room at my sister, now laying back down on the bed. She glanced up from her phone to also shake her head. "No." "Then how…?" My eyes moved out into nowhere in a thoughtful fashion once more. Edwina merely turned her attention back to her phone.

"He might have remembered you talking about it back at the poetry reading." "Huh?" I blinked in her direction. "With Friedrich? Didn't you say that you loved Bath and its literal baths?" "W-Well yeah, but that was nearly a week ago. I don't expect him to remember that!" It was such a tiny, insignificant detail. I wasn't even talking to him about it! Though he was standing pretty close to me that night….. Edwina mindlessly shrugged, like this wasn't a big deal. Daphne also pulled my stare back towards her from where she was standing in the hall. We looked at one another, and her lowered a tad. "Anthony has a horrible memory; he forgets our birthdays every year and practically everything he learned at university," there was more hidden behind this statement than what she'd actually said. I could feel my hand clenching the folded slip of paper by now. He forgets everything, does he? Then why did he remember that I needed a new bike? Why did he remember the exact size of my head for a helmet that would fit just right? Why did he remember that my favourite colour is pink, or that I love the Roman baths?

If his memory is so bad, then why does he remember everything about me?