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Lady Azucena Osuna, that was the basket he had won and the basket that Harrison had bidded the highest for. To assert that he unequivocally knew the basket was hers would be an exaggeration, for such talk-talks about baskets were never mentioned during their conversation as Harrison wanted it to be a surprise and he had wished to be guided by fate and its beautiful string as one should always be guided by.
Nevertheless, yes Harrison had not known that the basket could have possibly been Azucena’s and yes he had said he went by fate but he had an idea that the basket could have possibly been Azucena’s or one of the ladies he went to call on. It was a bizarre basket after all, uncanny unfamiliar and eye raising because never had he ever seen someone put a book on their basket, upon seeing the book he had thought perhaps it was Duke Fleur’s daughter, Belle’s basket, but then he had use his sense, the sense that told him that she would have no care for baskets and considering who her family is- her mother would have been the one to prepare the basket with no true trace of Belle on it so then his mind had shifted towards Azucena and then Dahlia. For Harrison knew of their love of the literary arts but even if he had thought Dahlia for a split second, Harrison could tell the most likely answer for the basket would be Azucena.
Lady Azucena Osuna, a captivating enigma amidst the poised choreography of the Ton, initially masqueraded seamlessly within the expected societal norms. Her adherence to Protestant purity, oh well, in her case Catholic purity giving her Spanish origins, created an illusion of conformity. However, as glimpses of familiarity emerged, Harrison discerned a perplexing truth. Beyond the veil of expected etiquette, Lady Osuna defied Ton’s conventions with a brilliance that rendered her mind a splendid and alien landscape. Her deviations from the prescribed roles of a lady were both peculiar and fascinating, unveiling a captivating renegade challenging the aristocratic norms with a mind that illuminated like a celestial mystery, transcending the ordinary bounds of societal expectations.
In simple forms, Lady Azucena was strange, she was strange and perplexing and in the best way possible, so because of this, Azucena seemed like the type of lady to put a book in her basket, a book that Harrison assumed to be poetry, he wondered did she write it herself? And what was the symbolism of the hat? Harrison tried to think of what Hats typically meant in a literaly sense, typically hats represented thought- if it is changed, an opinion is changed but what opinion of her’s could have possibly been changed?
That was something to think about later as Harrison approached her, as confidence as always, a smirk on his face and his hands behind his back. He had removed his hair from his back as he leaned into to her ears and whispered, sweet and soothing words. “We shall see about that?” His voice was teasing, “The stars and the planets already see us and know us and wait- I think I hear the sun and clouds talking to me.” Harrison paused for dramatic effects as he nodded his head as if he was listening to the sun and the clouds, “Ah yes, very wise words from the stars and the planets, for they say that the heavens have us in the back of their minds and our fates are entwined.” He had reached for her hands, putting it in his chest as his voice was low and rich as he said, “And hopefully they are entwined in a way that leads to a true chance at being lovers by our own will” he had then dropped her hand, blinking, “But of course, that is just a thought, let us go sit and dine for I am interested in what you have in the basket.”
As they walked to find a place to sit and eat, Harrison could not help but to tease her, asking if the basket is poisonous. She had denied to the poison, and Harrison raised a brow at her words, “For example?” He questioned, “Which man do you despise?” He asked curious to know her foes. The conversation had moved on as Azucena changed the subject, asking what exactly drew him to the basket. “Everything,” he admitted, “Truthfully everything from the big book to the small book, from the hat on the basket and from how big the basket was,” And as Vera had told him, pick a good basket. “And thus, my lady, I wonder what is the symbolism or more like the reason for all of your queer and splendid choices?”
He wanted to her mind, as before he had not known it and Harrison now thinks that was very much the reason for why they had not worked out in the way they could have worked out, because Harrison did not truly know her and he had not learned of how beautiful her mind was.
Though Azucena had been the one to change the topic of poisonous baskets, she had brought the topic back as she asked why, and Harrison assumed the why stemmed from the end of of his quiet. He smiled, he stretched out his legs looking at the sky, “Well it is simple,” He told her, turning to face her, “Because it is yours,”