In which I beseech thee, Julian Fellowes, to please allow Lady Edith Crawley — she of the generally terrible life choices, the (maybe??? I decided it’s possible he may come sweeping back in, ideally right before Edith is to marry another. NO SPOILERS) dead lover, the troublesome pig farmer, the lack of emotionally satisfying scenes of conflict for no apparent reason — to finish her life as we know it as happy as this Christopher Kane dress makes me:
Namely, very.
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