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This is the last letter of Penelope Featherington before she sets herself free from Colin Bridgerton.

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Hello! I suddenly had the inspiration to write after so long. I would like to hear your thoughts! Thank you!

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Dearest Colin,

Have I ever told you about the story behind sunflowers? I happen to read about it few days ago, while I was strolling at the garden. It seems to me that these flowers, like others that in bloom this season, are great to signify loyalty.

However, in Greek mythology, it was said that it came from the goddess, Clytie, who has strong feelings of love to Apollo, the God of the Sun. As you know from your travels, Apollo loved another nymph. Which is why the love that she has were unrequited. She had been lonely because of this and other gods took pity on her and decided to turn her into flower. This is also the reason why sunflowers always turn to the sun. It was still her way to be with him even from afar.

Fascinating right?

This made me realize, that I too, maybe a sunflower. Always there. Always looks bright and shiny, most probably because of the yellow all my mother decided for me. I always look at the sun.

My sun? I guess, if you haven't noticed it yet, I have always looked at a certain person in a crowded room. I always stay by the walls, until a certain person walks up to me either for a conversation or a dance.

You are my sun, Colin Bridgerton. You have always been warm and comforting to those around you. You are always there to protect, to bring a smile to those around you and to simply make ease with any situation. I knew this the day we met and from the succeeding days that happened. I always treasured the way you unconsciously made me seen, when the ton kept me in the shadows.

But then I realized, I never want to disappear like the goddess. All my life, I have already been an insipid wallflower. I have always waited for things to happen. Always longed for a specific person to see or save me. I can no longer wait for the protection you may provide because it had been clear to me that the extent will no longer be what I prayed it would be.

I have been trapped for so long.

So thank you for all those dances.

Thank you for always taking my hand.

Thank you for all the moments you have seen me, when others kept me in the shadows.

And most of all, thank you for giving me a chance to wake up to this childhood fantasy.

I know I have been dreaming for far too long now. I have let my imagination from books turn to my reality. I should finally stop being a little sunflower and see more of what is ahead of me.

Best of luck for your travels, dear Colin. I hope that you will also find your purpose.

Yours,

Pen