Name: Angelica Grace Crane
Age: 23
Birthday: July 23
Zodiac Sign: Leo ♌
Hometown: Albemarle County, Virginia
Current Residence: Crane Estate
Occupation: Heiress, Socialite (and occasional escape artist)
Relationship Status: Engaged (to the wrong man)
Personality Type: INFJ – The Advocate
Known For:
Golden beauty, sharp wit, and a restlessness she can’t quite explain
Likes:
Outdoors, the garden, novels with happy endings, thunderstorms, silk everything, , dancing barefoot in the rain
Dislikes:
Being told to smile, locked doors, fake affection, small talk, being watched, being "famous"
Favorite Things:
Her mother’s locket (she never wears it—just keeps it close)
Luna - her mare
The window seat in her room
Old French records she plays when she’s alone
Peach lipstick
Her name when he says it
Secrets:
She doesn’t want to be married or saved. She wants to escape. She wants to choose.
And she already has.
Angelica Grace Crane was born into legacy and late-in-life love. The only daughter of Charles Crane—one of Virginia’s most powerful businessmen—she was raised in a world of luxury, etiquette, and expectations. Her father was already in his fifties when she was born, and her mother was the bright, beautiful woman who softened him. But she died too young, leaving only a locket and a silence that never fully left the house.
Angelica grew up in a golden cage. The estate was vast, the staff attentive, the rules unspoken but absolute. Smile. Be gracious. Don’t run too far. She was taught to be everything her family name demanded—poised, obedient, admired. And watching from the sidelines, always nearby, was William Condon.
Bill had been in her life since she was in diapers. A young intern-turned-protégé who idolized Charles, he became like family—or so it seemed. He was always kind, always present. As she grew older, his gaze shifted. Subtly at first. Then not at all.
She was barely nineteen when he made his intentions clear. The proposal wasn’t romantic. It was powerful. Practical. Inevitable. Everyone said it was a smart match. Charles trusted him. Angelica didn’t fight it—yet.
Now she’s 23. And the walls are closing in. The estate feels like a trap. The man she’s supposed to marry is watching her too closely. And when a new British bodyguard with shadows in his past is assigned to protect her… something dangerous begins to wake.