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dreamyfanfix · 3 months

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Season 2 Episode 5

Its the episode after the proposal...

Kate really was craving alone time. Ever since the Viscount had proposed to her sister Edwina, she had felt stuck. She wanted her sister to be happy but she also knew the Viscount was not in love with her sister and Edwina deserved love.

Despite her uninterest in the upcoming nuptials, Lady Danbury seemed incredibly vigilant when it came to her so that is how she found herself out promenading with the betrothed couple ahead, the Dowager Viscountess slightly behind and Kate and Lady Danbury behind them.

Kate was going to sigh again when out of the corner of her eye she saw someone. She thought she recognised the gentleman but maybe she was hallucinating. I mean what were the odds that he would be in Mayfair of all places?

Flashback: "Maajid, stop behaving like it is the end of the world," Mary had said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Kate had been watching her parents go back and forth for a while. She had been trying to hear what they were talking about since Edwina was loudly playing with her dolls Kate could barely hear anything. But Kate had an idea about what it was about. Tahir had just celebrated his 18th birthday, to which Kate was invited. It was not unusual for Kate to be invited to birthday parties especially Tahir but even Kate knew that this time was different. All the mild pecking here and then meant more now that Kate was of marriageable age and Tahir was old enough to have his household and wife.

Kate's abba did not know about the pecking but everyone in the village knew that she and Tahir were close and that they were probably going to end up together. Tahir had recently asked her how she felt about being his wife and that they could continue their pecking and do even more without the fear of their parents. Kate wasn't sure what he meant so she asked Mary. Kate should have expected her mother to talk about it with her husband.

"She is too young Mary," her abba said. "She is only three years younger than I debuted. You remember that?" Mary asked in what Kate thought was her soothing voice. "Yes, and I just don't think she is ready for that commitment," "Commitment? Tahir is a second son. Yes, she will be a wife and out of the house but it's not like she is taking on being the Baroness. She will still be our little girl," "Except she won't be. She hasn't been for a while. I have been trying to ignore the looks she and Tahir have given each other but I guess I cannot anymore," her abba sighed and sat down for the first time in the last hour. Mary held his hand but said nothing. "Just yesterday she was our little witness at our wedding and now she is going to be someone else's wife. Where does the time go?" Mary sighed "If you feel like we need more time with her we can wait until her 18th birthday. Then she is free to do what she wants," "What are the odds both of their feelings would have changed by then?" Kate's abba asked gruffly. Mary giggled and said "If she is anything like her father, she won't but it will be a good test for Tahir,"

Kate remembered running from her home to meet Tahir. He was waiting for her and she ran into his arms. Kate told him what her parents discussed and he promised he would wait for her forever.

"Despite the tension. I am quite glad you joined us on this excursion today, Miss Sharma," Lady Danbury said as she and Kate walked side by side. "Excursion? This is merely a promenade to show off the newly engaged couple. I do not know why I am here," "You are here to show your support of the nuptials," "He is the Viscount and she is the diamond. Their nuptials are already supported by the Queen. Why do you need me as extra support?" Lady Danbury stopped walking and faced Kate "Or maybe it is so I can remind you about how important it is for this betrothal to see its end. You forget the Sheffields will be joining us for dinner tonight?" Kate knew when she was beaten and honestly, she had been fighting off the overwhelming feeling of defeat from the moment the Viscount had gotten down on one knee in front of her sister. So instead Kate did what she always did, she swallowed 'what could have been' and held her head up high. "I am well aware Lady Danbury. Contrary to everyone's thoughts I do know when I am to behave," Lady Danbury looked as if she was to say something but then she turned and they started walking again. "Well that is good but that is not the only reason I brought you out here. There is someone who asked me for an introduction," Kate looked out behind Lady Danbury and saw Mr Dorset from the races and Kate sighed. It was not bad enough that she had to watch her sister with the Viscount, she was now being forced to entertain such a dull trickster of a man. But then Kate remembered she had promised Lady Danbury she would be on her best behaviour so she merely sighed. "Now now Miss Sharma. You act like attracting the attention of a Baron is such laborious work," "Baron?" Mister Dorset was not a Baron but then Kate saw Lady Danbury had pointed her cane and looked ahead of them. "Yes, the Baron Shani. If I am correct Shani is the name of the village you are from?" "Yes," Kate answered absent-mindedly as she stared at where Lady Danbury's cane was pointed. At first, she only caught the eyes of the Viscount but then she looked past him.

There he was.

A bit older, with longer hair but the same brown kind eyes that drove her younger self mad.

Tahir stood at the end of the dock with eyes on her.

Kate was stuck between wanting to run to him. Feel his arms around her and experience his comfort but she was confused. So she slowly walked with Lady Danbury to the edge of the dock. Passed her sister, The Viscount and the Dowager Viscountess.

Edwina gasped.

"What is it dear?" Lady Bridgerton asked her. "I know that man," Edwina pointed at the man now walking alone with her sister as they awaited a boat to dock. "Ah yes, the Baron. Your sister says that your family used to be friends," Lady Danbury said as she made her way to the group. "Oh. He could not possibly be a Baron," Edwina said. "Why is that?" Lord Bridgerton asked. He was a bit stilted today but Edwina figured it was that he was overwhelmed and did not think too much about it. "He is the second son of Baron Shani. Shani is the village we grew up in in India," "Yes well, the Baron and his first son are unfortunately dead. They had picked up some disease on a ship travel. It had killed most of the ship travellers and the crew," "Oh my goodness," Edwina said. "That poor family," Violet said. Just then her mother Mary joined them and Edwina said "Look mama, Tahir is here. Apparently, he is the Baron now," "Ahh that is unfortunate but he always had a strong mind. I am sure he will be adequate in the position," Mary said, Edwina noted she said a bit more coldly but Edwina thought her agitation was normal at this point in their arrival in England. "Maybe he and Kate can finally have their happily ever after," Edwina said. She felt the Viscount tense next to her but continued "It would have been nice if she met an Englishmen and settled down then she would not be so far away but I would be happy as long as she was happy as she was back then," "That's very sweet. I always thought it is important to marry someone who felt like your very best friend," Violet said wistfully. Edwina noted she was looking at her son the Viscount with a bit of a frown but the Viscount was not even paying her any mind. The Viscount was focused on the river and boats. Edwina wondered if he wanted to go out on one with her and get some alone time but Edwina was never good on small boats and she feared getting even a bit wet so she pretended like she didn't notice the Viscount's distractions.

After Anthony and Tahir fall into the Serpentine...

Mary was nervous. She hadn't seen her parents in close 20 years and she wondered what they would think of her life now. Her grief had swallowed her whole for so long after the death of Maajid but she refused to let it consume her any longer.

Mary noticed she wasn't the only one on edge for the dinner, Kate had gone outside to excuse herself and she had not been back inside since. Mary was worried.

Mary checked everywhere in the house until it became clear that Kate would probably be in the stables with the horses to calm her down.

Mary made her way through the patio to the garden, there were some hedges and she could some movement of the servants but not Kate. Not until she heard Kate's voice hushing someone

"Quite Tahir, someone will hear," Kate had said. Tahir stepped into the little frame Mary was spying through and got closer to Kate. Mary wanted to intervene before Tahir spoke "Why does it matter now? Your sister is engaged. I am the Baron now, I can take care of us, of her of your family," Tahir brought his hand up to cup Kate's chin. "It's not that simple T," Kate said with a sigh. "Of course it is. This is not like all the time ago. You don't have to take care of a failing family estate, a too-young sister and a catatonic mother. Even if the wedding with the Viscount does not go through, I am in a better position now than I was back then. That is why you denied me last time, right?" Tahir asked. "My family was in ruins and I couldn't leave them to be someone's wife and not have concern for how they would live without me," Kate said. Mary covered her mouth so her gasp would not be heard. "Your father did that. Not you. You are not Edwina's mother Mary is. She needed to be the one to step up back then. You were grieving your father," Kate removed Tahir's hand from her face "This is why I couldn't have you around the family anymore, you despised them," "I loathe laziness. Entitledness," Tahir said. "Edwina was a child," Kate said and Mary had to swallow her sadness at there not being a defence for herself. "And has she grown out of that entitledness? Or am I mistaken that she is marrying the Viscount against your concerns? It's all over Whistledown. How the Viscount has slain the beast at the diamond's door" Tahir asked. Mary and Kate winced at the bard. Mary knew Kate had issues with the Viscount but she thought they had sorted it all out before they left Aubrey Hall otherwise why would he propose? Then again it's not like the Viscount needed Kate's permission to propose. "I'm different now. I do not think you will like the person I am now," Kate said. "Grief changes people. I know that better than anyone now. You know they wouldn't even let me in the palace to say goodbye to my brother and father? I was to be the Baron and they feared for my health," Kate grabbed his hand while he continued speaking "Two little nieces and two little sisters and I finally understood why you denied me all those years ago. Something changes in you through grief and newfound responsibility. I should have given you time. I should have asked my family to help but I was too hurt and young. I didn't understand then but I understand now," Kate went in to hug Tahir "It is not something I would wish on anyone, T," Tahir kissed the top of Kate's hair and then said "I think we can make it work now Kathani," Kate visibly gasped at her name being said and Mary wondered if anyone but Tahir, her and Edwina knew Kate's full name in England "I am not in a rush this time. Think about it. Maybe after Edwina is married you come back to India and we can have that wedding the whole of Shani has been looking forward to for the last ten years," Kate giggled with tears in her eyes, Tahir went in for a kiss but Kate at the last moment turned her head "I don't know,"

Mary left after that. Reeling with new information, Mary watched Kate's movements the rest of the night.

After the dreadful dinner and Edwina's plea with Kate...

"I wish I could say it is a coincidence finding you out here at this time of the morning," Mary said as Kate approached the stables. "Mama," Kate said startled "I was just going for a quick ride. I swear no one was going to see me," "Be that as it may I think you and I need to talk," "If this is about the Viscount and the proposal, I promise I will make it right," Kate said. Mary sighed "No. That is not your concern. If the Viscount really cared for Edwina nothing, not you nor the Sheffields could change his mind," "That's not true. He was determined to see it through," Kate said. "Well, I guess you and the Viscount have a knack for being headstrong. I do not have control over him but I am still your mother," "Mary I swear-" Mary held her hand up to silence Kate "I know why you did it, my dear Kathani. I just wish you did not have to. I wish that you had gone off and married Tahir when you had the chance," "Tahir? What does he have to do with this?" Kate asked. "Everything. Nothing. Look Edwina will get over this. Rather the proposal ends now than a mishap during a marriage. Instead, let us focus on you going forward," "On me?" Kate asked. "Yes. Edwina can be handled by Lady Danbury, I fear she can be a lot more ruthless than I in these endeavours and I will be focused on you and your courtship with Tahir or the Baron I should say," "Tahir and I are not courting," Kate said with wide eyes. "Well when he calls on you today, you will be," Mary then shooed Kate out of the stables and back into the estate to get dressed and ready for the day ahead as both Sharma sisters were now in the marriage mart officially.

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seanfalco · 2 years

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II. Whistledown’s Mistake

The Perfect Match ➛ A Timeline Anomaly Bridgerton!AU by @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Dear Gentle Reader,

Another social season is upon us and Miss Blossom Bellamy, this year’s potential Diamond, has just entered society in a much a more gracious manner than her elder sister Lydia, who has rebuked all suitors since her debut and is quickly on the way to spinsterhood, along with her closest friend Winrey Lewis. However, when not one, but three eligible young gentlemen rejoin the ton after years of being away, the social scene is certain to be turned on it’s head. Let the race to find the perfect match begin!

❥ Word Count: 8.2k ❥ Tags/Warnings: Nathan Young x oc, Sean Falco x oc, Regency AU ❥ a/n: Fun fact: The actress who plays Ruth in Misfits episode two is the very same who plays Lady Trowbridge. A perfect little coincidence.

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❝And what are your plans for the day, brother?” Nats asked as Nate joined them at the breakfast table.

"I don't know... take my horse for my ride? Maybe look for some new young ladies at the park, allow Miss Lewis to miss me. Do you have any specific plans?"

Nats rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips. “I thought I might call on Miss Bellamy,” he admitted.

“I was thinkin’ the same,” Sean murmured, taking a sip of his tea.

“So, you two found some young ladies that have caught your interest then?” their mother exclaimed, perking up at the thought.

"Oh for sure, mama! They were smitten, completely enchanted by these two sisters. The two looked quite similar despite their age gap, except one of them behaved herself as if the ballroom was a boxing match," Nate snorted before taking a large bite of his apple.

Louise’s expression darkened for a moment as she glanced at Nathan. “I heard that you had a hand in that as well,” she said, lifting the newest edition of Whistledown’s scandal paper. “Perhaps it would do well for me to meet this family soon,” she mused.

"You know your boy, Mama, I'm an angel!" Nate smirked before getting up. "Now If you'll excuse me, the dowager Lady Trowbridge and I have a conversation to finish."

Deciding to indulge Lady Trowbridge, Nathan joined her and the young lord for a promenade. He was usually luckier with widows; it would be ridiculously easy to have her, but the one he was truly hoping to run into was Miss Lewis.

Out in the park, Win sullenly followed after her step mother, begrudgingly staying in stride with her step sister.

"Hoping to run into anyone today, Winrey?" Delilah asked pointedly, her gaze scouring the other faces out promenading.

"No, just glad for the fresh air," Win countered, trying not to let Delilah's jab get to her. "I'm surprised no gentlemen have come to call on you today, especially after dancing with so many last night," she taunted, her lips twitching at the way Delilah bristled.

However, Win did a double take when she espied Lady Trowbridge on the arm of one Nathan Young and her lips pressed into a thin line at the sight.

"I am talking to you! What are you staring at—?" Delilah snapped, turning to follow Win's line of sight. "Oh, one of the new gentlemen to join Mayfair," she mused, looking Nathan over with a look that Win didn't care for. "I didn't get a chance to dance with any of them last night..."

Nate simply waved at Win from across the park with a roguish grin and tipped his top hat. Oh, but she looked furious... and he couldn't be happier about it. Everything was working according to his plan.

"Oh, piss off," Win muttered under her breath, hastening her steps to get ahead of her step sister while pointedly tearing her eyes from Mr. Young. Finding a spot beneath a shady tree, she settled onto the deserted bench to read.

"Lovely afternoon, is it not, Miss Lewis?" Nate asked, standing behind her. "May I join you?"

“I thought you were escorting Lady Trowbridge,” Win said, not bothering to look up from her book.

"She had to tend to the little Lord, he's bein' fussy," Nate chuckled. "I did not think you would even notice my presence, I thought there was nothing about me worthy of notice," he teased, using her words from the night before against her.

Win scowled, silently cursing herself. "I didn't,” she snapped. “I merely noticed Lady Trowbridge's lovely new dress and happened to see you with her."

"I see... interesting of you to say you liked her dress, your face gave me a different idea. Indeed, you seemed displeased.” Nate sat down next to her, taking his hat off and shaking out his curls.

Win tried her best to ignore him. "I don't remember giving you permission to join me," she said, turning the page of her book.

"Would you like me to leave?" Nate asked innocently, his hand brushing her shoulder as he leaned back against the back of the bench. "I could leave, but I'm afraid our conversation would be much more interesting than the one I would have with Lady Trowbridge."

Win bit her lip, weighing her options. On one hand, she didn't really want him to leave. On the other, she didn't want that to go to his head and have him think she was in the palm of his hand.

"And what might we converse about, my Lord?" she asked, avoiding his question, her gaze flicking over to him, admiring his profile for a moment.

The response was a victory in Nathan’s book and he grinned even wider. "I don't know, maybe I should start by apologizin' for last night. I did not mean to be so... abrasive."

Again, Win deliberated. Speaking with him was like playing a game of chess.

"I suppose I acted rather rashly myself," she conceded. "But I wish you would answer me truly. Do you have any intent to find a wife?" she asked.

"I have never found a lady that made me think of marriage before. I don't precisely plan on finding a wife, but... I'm also not against marriage," Nate admitted. It was true; he just didn't want to rush like his father and make the same mistakes he had.

"I… feel the same," Win admitted, setting her book down to actually look at him. "That is why I haven't yet accepted anyone's hand. I want to find someone who... stimulates me," she murmured, her lips twitching mischievously.

"I can definitely stimulate you, that is for sure," Nathan's voice dropped and he leaned closer slightly. "I've been told I'm quite good at stimulating young ladies," he joked.

Win laughed, throwing her head back and attracting some stares from passersby. "Oh, I'm sure you could, my Lord," she replied, leaning in as well before pulling back, her face warming. "Except as you just admitted, who will say if you will stay? I feel you are the type to bore easily."

"Usually I am, but you challenge me. I've never been challenged by a lady before. They are always so happy just to attract my attentions..." Nate shrugged, he couldn't make any promises, but he hadn’t feel the need to dance with any other young lady after Win had left the night before.

"Never?" Win gasped, tilting her head.

"No, I am used to having my way with impressionable young ladies who know no better or older ladies who have just lost their husbands," Nate said out loud for the first time.

Win blinked at him, surprised at his candor. "Does that truly make you happy, my Lord?"

"It does not make me sad... I never truly stopped to think about what makes me happy," Nate frowned in thought.

"Well, maybe you should," Win said, noticing Delilah heading their way. "Shit..." she swore under her breath as her step sister neared.

"Winrey, there are you. And who is this, you've been entertaining, unchaperoned?" she asked with a smirk, looking Nathan up and down with interest.

"We are in a very public park," Win shot back, gesturing to those nearby. "I would hardly call that unchaperoned."

"Not even with my biggest efforts would I be able to hide any improper acts in front of all these people," Nate chuckled. He had spotted this particular lady at the ball, but she seemed so high in her in-step, it was laughable.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" Delilah exclaimed expectantly, placing her hands on her hips, and Win rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Young, this is my step-sister, Delilah Edwards. Delilah, this is Mr. Nathan Young, of Ireland."

"Hello, Miss Edwards," Nate murmured, making no effort to take her hand, eager to show Win he wasn't interested in impressing any other ladies. Delilah frowned when he ignored her outstretched hand and Win had to quickly stifle her amusement behind her own gloved hand.

"Delilah, Winrey! We are leaving!" Lady Karen called, ushering for them to follow. Win let out a sigh and reluctantly stood.

"Will I see you tonight?" she asked quietly.

"Most definitely," Nate nodded, sparing Win a flirty wink as she left, just as Lady Trowbridge returned, carrying her son.

"Apologies, I did not mean to keep you waiting, my Lord" she said, taking the seat Win had just vacated and Win's grin slipped, but she quickly schooled her expression and followed her step sister.

"I'm going to ask him to dance tonight," Delilah exclaimed matter of factly, glancing over her shoulder as they departed.

"You do that," Win huffed, not bothering to look back.

"I hear someone caused a scene last night... again," Lady Bellamy scolded once Lydia finally left her room. "When will you learn?"

"In her defense, the young man was incredibly disrespectful towards Winrey," Lord Bellamy said, stroking his daughter's hair. "She did dance with a gentleman, and she was the picture of candure."

"That is good news. Let's hope this gentleman decides to call on you today!"

"You have callers, ma'am," one of the servants announced as the Bellamys gathered in the drawing room, Lydia playing the pianoforte while Blossom accompanied her with the violin. "The Youngs are here."

"Let them in!" Lady Bellamy exclaimed. "And make sure we have plenty of biscuits and tea for our guests!"

"Good afternoon, Lord Bellamy, Lady Bellamy," Sean said, bowing his head as he led his family, sans Nathan, into the Bellamy drawing room. "Miss Bellamy, Miss Blossom," he added, flashing her a smile.

"Good afternoon!” Lord Bellamy rushed to shake his hand and introduce himself to their mama. "Please join us, tea should be here any moment."

"These handsome boys must be the ones I've been reading about. I'm delighted to finally meet you," Lady Bellamy greeted. "I must congratulate you, Lady Young."

"Why thank you, Lady Bellamy, and I must congratulate you on your beautiful family as well," Louise exclaimed, taking a seat at the table with her. "It seems two of my sons have expressed interest in your daughters. Perhaps we have much to talk of," she mused, accepting the cup of tea from a servant.

"Seems like it, I am not surprised to see Blossom's heart being stolen, but my Lydia... she is one sharp lady, very strong-minded," Lady Bellamy laughed. "You can not imagine how pleased I am."

"How are you feeling today, Miss Blossom?" Sean asked, offering her a bouquet of flowers.

"Much improved, my lord," Blossom accepted the flowers and brought them closer to take in the scent. "Thank you so much, they are so beautiful."

“Ah, I am so glad t’hear that,” Sean murmured, watching her with a dreamlike expression on his face.

"Miss Lydia," Nats greeted, tipping his hat to her before taking it off. "I hope my twin’s awful personality did not tarnish your evening last night," he said, hoping to charm her with a roguish grin of his own.

"I do not believe Mr. Nathan has that sort of power, not after you were so kind and brought back so many memories I hold dear," Lydia smiled, her heart fluttering.

"You've no idea how glad I am t'hear that," Nats sighed, gulping down the entire cup of tea set before him.

"I hoped you would visit today, after we were interrupted last night," Lydia picked up a biscuit as she took a sip of her tea.

“Course!” Nats exclaimed before reigning himself in, quickly covering his mouth as a bubble of air escaped his lips.

"Perhaps we should set up a match?" Louise murmured, her eyes flicking over to their children speaking across the room.

"Perhaps... Can you imagine, Charles, both of our girls married—Blossom finding her husband her very first season? It is a dream come true, Lady Young!" Lady Bellamy exclaimed.

“It seems even this Lady Whistledown has noticed,” Louise said, opening the papers. “Just think, my Sean and your Lydia, and my Nathaniel and your Blossom,” she mused, failing to notice Lady Whistledown’s mistake.

"Wait, that's not how–" Charles exclaimed with a grimace, remembering the night before and which couples had danced together.

"Perfect!" Linda interrupted his train of thought. "Look at them, they all get along! Whenever they have children we can all spend the holidays together. We’ll have the most beautiful family!"

Lydia covered her face to quiet her laughter. If Win was here she would tease me to no end, she would make a point to point out the redness on my cheeks...

Meanwhile Blossom nearly choked on her tea, for a moment Nats stole her gaze, just as their mamas were watching.

"Oh my..." she whispered, coughing against the back of her hand.

“How lovely!” Louise exclaimed, clapping her hands together, noticing the way Blossom was looking at Nats.

"Do not worry about the dowries, as soon as your boys propose we have everything prepared," Linda assured, setting her tea cup down. "So, it is decided, we could seek a special marriage license from the archbishop, but not too soon... this way the rest of the ton won't think my girls are somehow compromised," she suggested.

"It is decided," Louise nodded in agreement, grinning into her tea cup. "Tonight at the Trowbridge Ball, our children shall attend together before we make the marriage announcement."

“My apologies,” Nats exclaimed, “but are you quite alright, Miss Lydia?” he asked, noticing how flushed she’d become, afraid he’d offended her.

"I am! I am more than alright," Lydia answered, still trying to fight a fit of giggles as she gently patted her sister's back. "I just– it is unseasonably warm..."

"Is it warm? I hadn't noticed," Nats murmured, his gaze quickly dipping down to Lydia's bosom and back up again.

"I'm quite sensitive to the warmth, I get flushed so easily..." Lydia tried to laugh it off. In fact, Nats was unlike any other man she had met before, he wasn't stuck-up and humourless like most of the London crowd.

Nats' lips stretched into a grin. "Are you sure it's not that I perhaps made you warm?" he asked, the very appearance of innocence despite his grin.

"You forget yourself," Lydia tried to sound outraged, but he couldn't be more right. "What extraordinary act of yours could possibly make me warm, Mr. Young?"

"And are you quite alright?" Sean asked, frowning at Blossom's disheveled expression.

"Yes, I apologize," Blossom put on a smile, still trying to understand what that feeling stirring in her stomach was. "I was startled, that is all."

"I'm afraid my brother can be quite startlin'," Sean replied smoothly. "You mentioned the other night that you play the pianoforte, amongst other instruments. Might I have the honour of hearing you play?"

"Of course, my lord, it will be my pleasure," Blossom finally felt in control again, her confidence restored as she sat in front of the pianoforte.

"Hmm, I don't know, why don't you tell me, Miss Bellamy," Nats teased, enjoying watching her get riled.

As Blossom began to play, Sean sat nearby to watch, enthralled, oblivious to their mamas’ schemes in the corner.

"My husband shall know what makes me warm and no one else," Lydia teased back, fanning herself delicately. "Well… my husband and Miss Lewis, of course. She knows everything about me."

"I see," Nats mused, looking thoughtful. "Perhaps I shall need to speak with Miss Lewis, then. I have many questions," he smirked, winking at her.

"Good luck, Mr. Young, I have Win's complete loyalty, she would never tell you my secrets.” Lydia bit her lip softly, wondering if she wanted him to know of her... proclivities.

Nats raised an eyebrow at her as he brought his drink to his lips, drinking down most of his tea at once. There was something about her that made him want to know more.

The movement of Nats' adam's apple left Lydia hypnotized and she fanned herself more aggressively. "W-would you like some more tea?"

Nats noticed that her flush had seemed to deepen and he agreed, if only to further fan the flames, as it were.

"It seems we're going to the Trowbridge Ball together tonight," Lydia murmured. "I hope your twin doesn't cause any more problems for us."

"You and me both," Nats grumbled, forgetting himself for the moment and stuffing a biscuit into his mouth.

"Jesus Christ..." Lydia swore under her breath, tearing her eyes away from him before he noticed her stare, glancing at Sean and her sister instead.

Wiping the crumbs from his hands, Nats finally realized what he'd done and grimaced, having missed some crumbs on his face.

"Manners," Louise warned quietly as she noticed her son's behavior. "What shall your future wife think? That you were raised by animals?"

"We do not mind, we grew up with a brother," Lydia laughed.

"Sorry mum," Nats mumbled, though he brightened at Lydia's laugh.

"We must bid our guests goodbye for now, girls," Linda announced, getting to her feet next to the pianoforte. "We must pick up your dresses at the modiste for tonight's ball."

"It was a pleasure t'see you again. You play quite beautifully," Sean said, bowing to Blossom before nodding to Lydia and following his mother.

"I guess I'll see yeh tonight," Nats murmured, winking at Lydia as he too made his exit.

"Thank you, I shall see you tonight!" Blossom bowed before falling on the couch with a huge sigh once they’d made their exit. "Isn't he dreamy?"

"He is..." Lydia giggled, squirming in excitement.

"There's only one issue, my love!" Charles called, but his wife had already hurried out of the room, too busy ushering the girls to the modiste to listen.

That evening Blossom and Lydia made sure to look their best—Blossom in a beautiful pink gown with embroidered flowers and her hair up in a plaited updo while Lydia wore a teal dress with long sleeves and amethyst gems, both of them covered in diamonds.

"Win! You will not believe what happened when Mr. Young called on me earlier!" Lydia exclaimed, spotting her friend in the crowd and hurrying to her side.

"I have news of my own," Win whispered back, taking Lydia's arm and pulling her somewhere more private. "What happened with you?" she asked excitedly.

"Nathaniel and I were having some tea and not only was he eating like a beast, he- he... you know! I cannot say it out loud or I shall blush!" Lydia squealed, nearly vibrating in place.

"Oh my God!" Win gasped, knowing how strangely alluring Lydia found that sort of thing, even if it didn't make sense to her. "Did he notice how flustered you were?" she wondered.

"Oh, he noticed my embarrassment, but I doubt he was able to puzzle out the why of it," Lydia whispered mischievously.

"Perhaps he'll continue doing it without realizing," Win joked teasingly before snorting in amusement.

Lydia giggled, smacking Win’s arm playfully with her fan. "And what of your news? Did something happen?" she asked.

"I was out promenading this morning, and I may have run into Nathan Young," Win answered discreetly. "And... he might not have been such an arse this time,” she added, fighting the grin that threatened to tug at her lips.

"Oh my! Maybe you will be the lady who will reforms that rake! How exciting!" Lydia exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"I don't know about that, but I suppose I did enjoy spending time with him earlier, until Lady Trowbridge returned," Win grumbled.

"He was promenading with that old hag? She has no class, always showing off too much of her chest. She was lucky to trap Lord Trowbridge in the first place, may he rest in peace," Lydia muttered, tilting her friend's chin up. "There's no comparison, if he has any taste, he should keep being kind to you."

Win smiled softly, embracing Lydia for a moment. "Speak of th'devil," she murmured, opening her eyes and noticing the Young family entering the ball.

"Let us say hello!" Lydia dragged her friend across the ballroom, much too excited. "I heard they have champagne tonight..."

"Lady Young!" Lady Bellamy greeted, followed by her husband and other children. "Your boys look dashing tonight!"

“And your daughters are the picture of beauty!” Lady Young exclaimed.

"You are too kind, Lady Young," Blossom grinned, curtseying.

"Go on, Sean, why don't you ask Miss Lydia to dance?" Louise murmured in her son’s ear. "Do not be shy."

“Miss Lydia?” Sean asked, slightly confused, but he obeyed his mother and asked Lydia to the floor.

"What? But the champagne..." Lydia murmured in dismay, though she wouldn't dare look disappointed and be rude to her sister's suitor. "Pardon me, my Lord. I did not mean to be ungrateful."

“No, I’m sorry, perhaps after this dance I could get you some refreshment,” Sean offered awkwardly.

"Oh, that is not what I meant. I was hoping your brother would like some..." Lydia shook her head.

“Oh… I uh, I guess, would you like to dance, Miss Blossom?” Nats asked, just as confused as his brother as he watched Sean take off with Lydia.

"Um... yes?" Blossom took his hand. "You don't mean to tell me you want my blessing to ask for my sister's hand," she laughed.

“I—“ Nats floundered, nearly tripping over his own feet. He barely knew Lydia, and though he very much enjoyed her company, would it be presumptuous to ask for her hand so soon?

“Oh! I see,” Sean replied, raising his hand to press his palm to Lydia’s as they pranced in a circle. “You’re quite enamored with him, aren’t you?”

"I hope I am not being a fool for admitting it, but yes..." Lydia mumbled somewhat quietly. "I can only hope he shares the same feeling and returns my affections."

“You’re certainly not a fool,” Sean assured her. “My younger brother seems quite enamored with you as well.”

"And you seem quite smitten by my sister's charms," Lydia commented. "I probably should not tell you, but... she could barely sleep last night."

“Really?” Sean asked, his lips twitching into a grin as his eyes sought Blossom across the room.

"Unfortunately I was the one she chose to keep her company in the garden when she could not sleep," Lydia chuckled.

Sean couldn’t help but laugh at that. “My apologies, my Lady,” he chuckled as the song came to an end.

"Do not worry, my Lord, seeing my siblings happy is what I hope for the most, it was my pleasure.”

"Do not be frightened, I was confused, but I suppose dancing with my suitor's brother is part of the courting process?" Blossom wondered. "It is important I get along with his family, is it not?"

“I guess?” Nats replied. “I’m not quite sure why our mamas insisted.”

"Neither am I..." Blossom laughed. "But I am willing to enjoy it, you are a fair dancer, sir. My sister is quite lucky."

“Thanks,” Nats grinned, sashaying across the dance floor with Blossom. “You look so much like her,” he observed. “The family resemblance is strong.”

"Thank you, I believe her the most beautiful lady I know, just as our mama," Blossom looked over his shoulder, stealing a glance at Lyddie and Sean.

“Yes, very beautiful…” Nats murmured, watching Lydia spin in his brother’s arms.

Suddenly the memory of what happened at teatime invaded Blossom's mind unbidden and she became very aware that Nats was holding her. She did not like him in that way, by any means, but she couldn't help that strange feeling.

“You alright?” Nats asked, noticing the strange look on her face.

"Y-yes, I just remembered something, it is not your fault," Blossom swallowed, her chest heaving at the thought.

“Would you like something t’drink?” Nats asked, still somewhat worried as Sean and Lydia arrived, joining them.

"Yes, please," Blossom nodded. She was still as wise as a child about any sort of marital relations, she knew married people made babies, but had no idea how, making that feeling much more confusing.

“Mr. Young,” Win greeted, inclining her head to Nathan as the others took off toward the dance floor.

"Miss Lewis." Nate replied, kissing the back of her hand. "Y'look particularly gorgeous tonight."

“You look rather dashing as well,” Win murmured, her face warming as she gazed up at him—his haphazard curls somewhat wrangled.

"Would you give me the honor?" he asked, offering his arm. "Let us hide from your step-sister on the dance floor."

“I quite think it is you who should be hiding from her, and my step mama,” Win said, taking his arm. “I fear they may be scheming something…”

"Allow them to scheme all they want, you know quite well where my intentions lie," Nathan said, though he did not exactly know where they lie himself, but knowing that they definitely did not lie with Delilah.

“Do I?” Win asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Well, not with Delilah… and certainly not with Lady Trowbridge," Nathan teased. "I am quite interested in being challenged for now."

Win directed a smirk at him and turned to stand face to face with him, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder and slipping one into his warm hand. “Lucky me.”

"I was glad to hear you are not in a hurry to wed, it gives us time to enjoy ourselves like this and keep our freedom for the moment being." Nathan placed his other hand on her back, stroking gently.

“It grants you your freedom, surely,” Win frowned. “For me, being unwed is more constraining. Every move I make is scrutinized and judged. I can’t go anywhere without a chaperone…”

"Believe me, Miss Lewis, many ladies have been in my presence unchaperoned and were never discovered. All you need is t'be careful about it," Nate drawled, shrugging.

“Oh, many? I see,” Win said, stepping back abruptly at the song change. “Excuse me,” she mumbled, making her way away from him, her chest suddenly rather tight.

"Miss Lewis!" Nate called, trying to follow her through the crowd as he hurried away. "Please do not run, I did not mean to sound insensitive."

“There you are, Mr. Young!” Delilah cried, intercepting Nathan and letting Win get away. “May I have this next dance?”

"Uh... my apologies, I was lookin' for Miss Lewis–" Nate muttered, trying to get away before he found himself dragged back to the floor with Delilah.

“Lydia!” Win called, hurrying to join her friends, her face flushed with angry embarrassment just as Nats returned with two glasses of champagne, one for each sister.

"I’m afraid we cannot drink it, the bubbles upset our stomach," Blossom said as her sister elbowed her.

"Just drink it slowly, sister," she hissed before noticing her friend making a b-line for them, a distraught look on her face. "Winnie, what happened? Where is Mr. Young?"

“I think Delilah may have caught him, but she can have him,” she huffed, trying to push down the disappointed feeling that threatened to choke her.

“Oh! I didn’t know, can I get yeh anythin’ else?” Nats asked sheepishly, Sean already on it, quickly returning with two glasses of lemonade.

“Is this better?” he asked and Blossom nodded, accepting the glass.

"Our brother had never had a problem, just Lydia and myself. Do you... like champagne?" she asked as casually as possible.

“Yeah, though I’m partial to harder spirits. I’ll drink basically anythin’,” Nats admitted, tipping back the glass of champagne while Sean drank his more politely.

"Oh dear..." Blossom laughed, her eyes traveling from one brother to the other. She wished Sean would act more like Nathaniel, but she felt as if she would have to ask for it in private. Maybe once they were married…

"What did he do? That arse–” Lydia swore, “was he rude to you again?" she demanded, wrapping her arms around her friend.

“He was speaking of his past conquests so casually—“ Win cut off, shaking her head. “I don’t know why it should bother me so,” she mumbled, angry at herself.

"The past does not matter, Winnie, he is interested in you. No one has such a strong reaction if they do not care about someone," Lydia said, half distracted by Nats, but wanting to give her friend all the support she needed. "As long as he does not treat you poorly..."

As Nathaniel finished, he let out a contented sigh and set the empty glass on a servant's tray as they passed. "You sure you're alright?" he asked Blossom, glancing between her and Lydia, trying not to eavesdrop on her and Winrey's conversation.

"I–I don't care," Win insisted, grabbing a glass of champagne for herself and drinking it just as quickly as Nats had.

Blossom's eyes grew seeing Win act in that way. "I am–I shall need some fresh air, is there a terrace somewhere?" she asked, looking around hastily.

"This way," Sean said, taking Blossom's hand to lead her to the nearby terrace balcony.

"You know, Win, my papa courted many women before he met my mama and you know how much they love each other," Lydia offered. "Reformed rakes are the best husbands, so they say."

"Perhaps, but first he must want to be reformed," Win murmured, noticing him coming their way, no doubt having finally escaped her step sister.

"Miss Lewis, can I please have a word? In private?" Nate asked pointedly. "I've endured your step-sister's dreadful dancing, it is the least you can do."

"Of course," Lydia grabbed another glass of champagne for Nats and one lemonade for herself as she left Win with Nathan. "Would you like to see the garden, Mr. Young?"

"I would love to, Miss Bellamy," Nats said, taking her arm, glad to be able to have more time with her.

"Fine," Win snapped, giving Lydia a helpless look before following him.

"So, how was dancing with Blossom? She is lovely, is she not? I wouldn't be surprised if the Queen made her the diamond of the season," Lydia smiled, watching Nats carefully.

"She is, but I'm afraid she doesn't hold a candle to you, if I may say," Nats murmured, glancing at her to gauge her response.

"I happen to disagree, but I appreciate your compliment," Lydia shook her head fondly, taking a seat on a stone bench facing the house. "I do not understand what our mamas were thinking..."

Nats snorted. "I'm afraid I've no idea. If they were to actually pay attention for a moment, I should think it obvious that Miss Blossom and Sean are a match... as are we," he murmured, glancing at her hopefully.

"Yes, we are," Lydia nodded, itching to take his hand. She wanted to touch him without her gloves, to actually feel his touch. "I hope your intentions are more noble than your twin's. I should love to tell you what makes me warm someday."

Nats swallowed thickly. "My intentions are certainly more noble, though perhaps not entirely innocent," he added under his breath. "I should very much like to know what makes you... warm," he breathed, taking her gloved hand, his thumb brushing over the back of it as he watched her.

"At our age I doubt anyone is entirely innocent... the spring awakening of my passions started long ago," Lydia looked down, knowing looking at him would only make her heart race even more. "That is why I have been after the boy I've met in the past. I made a vow to marry him."

"That is why you haven't married?" Nats asked, a memory tickling at the back of his mind. He would have to speak to his mother about it, to confirm what his heart was telling him.

"Yes, no one ever compared to him, he was kind to me when nobody else was. I hear people say I am beautiful now, but when I was younger..." Lydia smiled sadly. "The likes of Delilah Edwards, Prudence Featherington, or Cressida Cowper made fun of me. I was scrawny, my nose was much too big for my face, my eyebrows too thick..."

Nats clicked his tongue. "As if they have any room t'talk."

"You are too kind, Mr. Young," Lydia grinned, she appreciated how brass he could be, how he ignored the rules sometimes.

"Nah, just speakin' th'truth," he shrugged.

“We should probably head back inside, our mamas will lose their minds," Lydia said reluctantly before she could succumb to his charms and compromise herself.

"Thank you, my Lord. I am not hysterical, I promise," Blossom joked as they stepped off the dancefloor and out onto the nearby balcony, making sure plenty of people could still see them to assure no one would make up any rumors. "I simply... I've been dealing with this weird affliction, I don't quite understand it."

"I didn't think that," Sean assured her. "If you don't mind me asking... what sort of affliction?"

"It's a... a weird prickly feeling, almost like I'm being tickled, but from the inside of my stomach, and my hands tingle. I might be coming down with something," Blossom grimaced.

Sean had to fight to bite back a smile at her description. "I'm afraid, I don't believe you're coming down with anything," he tried to explain gently, not wanting to embarrass her. "It's quite normal actually. It's something that happens... when something excites you."

"So could this be a good thing?" Blossom mused, she definitely liked it, she longed for that feeling and wanted to actively seek it. How bad could it be? "You say it's normal, do you feel like that?"

"Sometimes," Sean answered truthfully. "It usually happens in the presence of ladies I find... pleasant," he elaborated, trying desperately to be subtle, while wondering what had made her feel so.

"Oh... I suppose that makes sense, I find you very pleasant," Blossom admitted innocently, leaving out the part where his brother and Win seemed to have that effect on her as well, even though she didn't have feelings for them. "I hope I can make you feel that way, my lord."

"Oh!" Sean exclaimed, clearing his throat. "Y-yes, I should think you do—er, will," he stuttered, trying to calm himself.

"You make me feel safe, it's so easy to speak with you," Blossom looked up at him. "I'm usually embarrassed with everyone else, with you I blush from joy."

"I'm glad. Being with you is effortless," Sean replied, taking her hand to press his lips to the back of it. "I wish to know everything about you."

"As do I... about you I mean," Blossom laughed, her heart melting from how gentle he was. "I believe I know enough about myself."

Sean laughed along with her. "How are you feeling? Any less light headed?" he asked, wanting to make sure she was alright.

"Yes, I feel wonderful," Blossom looked back where her mama talked to Lady Young and Simon stared dreamily at his childhood friend, Miss Daniels. "Is it too bad that I do not wish to go back?"

"Perhaps you wouldn't be opposed to a dance, then?" Sean offered, nodding toward the dance floor.

"I'd be delighted," Blossom took his arm.

"See how your eldest treats Blossom? He's already like her older brother," Lady Bellamy observed, pleased as she caught sight of the couple taking the floor.

"You must know, I did not mean to boast about my past lovers, I was simply trying to ease your worries," Nate tried to explain without offending Win again. "If you were to find yourself alone with me, I wouldn't let anything bad happen."

Win took a deep breath, finally looking at him. "I see. Define bad," she prompted.

"I would never do anything you are not comfortable with. I would not touch you unless you begged for it," Nate's voice dropped. "And if you did beg and I did touch you, no one would be the wiser."

Win's breath caught in her throat, her voice having failed her as her chest heaved, beginning to feel much the same as Blossom was. "Aren't you th'gentleman," she joked faintly, already wanting him to touch her.

"I am, and as a gentleman I do not do anything a lady does not want," Nathan had to fight not to smirk watching her reaction. It was probably the most adorable yet sensual response he had ever seen. "Or compromise them in the eyes of the ton."

"That's... good," Win breathed, biting her lip, her eyelids fluttering as she leaned in closer, drawn in like a moth to the flame.

"When you bite your lip like that it makes it so hard not t'kiss you," Nathan brushed the hair away from her face. "But I will keep my promise, nothing you do not ask for."

Subconsciously leaning into his brief touch, Win swallowed, her eyelids lowering. She wanted nothing more than to give in to her passions, the temptation too great. "Please," she whispered, her eyes flicking back up to his.

"As you wish, Miss Lewis," Nate looked around to make sure they were alone before he pressed his lips to hers, gently caressing the back of her neck. "Am I the first?"

Win sighed softly as his lips caressed hers, more gentle than she'd expected. "I'm afraid not," she answered, hoping to make him a little jealous with her response.

"I hoped to stay in your memory as your first, but I suppose I'll have to settle for bein' remembered as the best," Nate breathed, still inebriated by her perfume.

"Cocky bastard," Win snorted, tangling her fingers in the edges of his jacket. "You have a high opinion of yourself."

"I might not the brightest, but I know what I'm doin' when it comes to this," Nate held her in turn, close to his chest.

“You certainly do,” Win replied breathlessly, not wanting to stop, though her sense of reason had just begun to kick back in and fear of getting hurt began to leech into her chest. “Nathan, I—I need to stop,” she said, pulling back, though it took every bit of strength in her to do so.

"All right... did I do something wrong?" Nate asked, also quite frustrated for having to stop when all he wanted was a taste of her lips again.

"No, I..." Win faltered for a moment, pressing her hand to her forehead. "A lady must play at least a little hard to get, mustn't she?" she asked, her voice fainter than she would have liked.

"You believe if you don't I shall lose interest?" Nathan looked deep into her eyes. "I can promise, you shall never be less alluring on account of kissin' me."

"But you will... lose interest, eventually," Win mumbled. "Maybe it would be best if we–" she trailed off, seeking his lips despite her hesitance.

"The risk of heartbreak is what makes this so much more thrilling," Nathan murmured, kissing her back, his hand sliding down her back.

As much as Win wanted to tell him No, she didn't want to risk any heartbreak, the words caught in her throat and she kept kissing him.

"Someone's nearby," Nate pulled away, though his hand lingered on the small of her back. "If you'd like t'go any further I know ways t'make that happen... though probably not in the middle of a ball," he laughed softly.

"What're you doin'?" Nats hissed, catching Win in his twin's arms.

"Nathaniel!" Win exclaimed, quickly stepping away. What would Lydia think?

"Showin' the young lady how to enjoy herself," Nate smirked. "She was enjoyin' herself... right? Do not worry, it was just a kiss. Maybe three."

"If your rakish ways come back t'bite me in th'arse, I swear–" Nats began, pointing at his brother until Win grabbed his arm, interrupting him.

"You wouldn't tell anyone about this? If my step mama finds out–"

"He will not, he knows what would happen if he did and how angry Miss Bellamy would be to see her best friend ruined because of him," Nathan hissed. "Right, brother?"

"That's what I was just sayin'!" Nats snapped back. "You're lucky it wasn't anyone else who came in just now."

"I know, I know... I promise to be more careful in the future, now will you escort us back to the ballroom?" Nate asked.

On the way back, Win kept her hands to herself, flinching when she saw her step mother notice her.

“There you are, Winrey! Lord Lumley’s been looking for you for a dance.” Karen’s eyes slipped to Nathan. “I’m afraid we haven’t been introduced. I believe you’ve been spending some time with my step daughter,” she said, eyeing him interestedly.

"Good evening, ma'am," Nate took her hand against his will—she reminded him way too much of her daughter. "Mr. Nathan Young, I just moved with my brothers and my mama. Your stepdaughter is absolutely lovely, it has been a pleasure to be in her company."

“Really?” Lady Edwards asked, surprise leeching into her tone. “Might that mean a proposal soon?” she pried, frowning.

"I should be most fortunate if Miss Lewis should accept to be my wife, though I cannot say I fancy myself worthy of her hand," Nate said, realizing that he did feel that way to some degree.

“Ah, I see,” Karen mused, her gaze flicking to Win, who rolled her eyes. “Pretty words, my Lord,” she murmured, “if empty.”

“Miss Lewis, might I have this dance?” Lord Lumley asked, appearing by her elbow.

Hesitating a moment, Win looked to Nathan before reluctantly accepting, knowing her step mother would not be pleased if she didn’t. Nodding to the Young twins, she went out to the floor.

"Empty... much like Miss Edwards' head," Nathan grumbled, taking his leave to get a drink. He couldn't complain about seeing Win dance with that bumbling idiot… After all, he did not own her. "Tell me good news, brother, you and Sean?"

“We seem to be having luck with our respective ladies, but something strange is going on with mother. I think she might have gotten confused as to which young lady is which,” he replied, wearing a tiny frown.

"It is not Mama's fault, it was Whistledown," Nate snorted, momentarily forgetting that Win was dancing with someone else. "She must've gotten our names confused. Her last issue reported that Miss Bellamy danced with Sean, and Miss Blossom danced with you."

“And to think even the great Whistledown can make mistakes,” Nats muttered. “I’ll have to speak with Mother and rectify this misunderstanding,” he said firmly, his eyes following Winrey. “ Might I inquire what your intentions are with Miss Lewis?” he asked pointedly.

"You may ask, but I do not have an answer," Nate honestly replied. "Not even I know what my intentions are. I find her beautiful, she is spirited and interesting, but that is all I know."

"Congratulations are in order, I hear, Mr. Young," Lord Bridgerton exclaimed as he joined the twins at the refreshment table.

“On what?” Nats asked, frowning.

“On your engagement, of course. I overheard your Mamas speaking about it. I hope for your sake that Miss Blossom is less... stubborn than her older sister. Miss Bellamy is as unpleasant as she is pretty."

"What?" Nats asked, forgetting himself for a moment. "Did you say engagement?" he spluttered. "To Miss Blossom? But I–!” Nats gaped at the other man, completely forgetting what he was going to say to his brother about courting Miss Lewis. "I must talk to Mother now!" he exclaimed, hurrying through the crowd.

"Mama! Why did Penelope Featherington just congratulate me on my engagement to Lord Young?" Lydia demanded, rushing towards the table where Lady Bellamy and Lady Young were sharing an exciting conversation. "I am not engaged, let alone to the elder Lord Young!"

"It is only a matter of time, dear," Linda grinned drunkenly. "He will propose soon enough."

"Not to me!"

"Mama!" Nats cried, arriving at the table at the same time as Lydia. "Why would you speak for me in calling an engagement?"

"Because darling, it is clear how much you fancy the young lady!" Louise answered, patting his cheek, just as tipsy as Lady Bellamy.

"Except you have the wrong lady," Nathaniel hissed, lowering his voice. "I am enamored with Miss Lydia while Sean has his eyes on Miss Blossom."

"How is that possible? You seemed so in love dancing earlier," Linda laughed, thinking the children were trying to mock them.

"That wasn't love, it was friendly affection. Which is all I can possibly nurture for Lord Young," Lydia explained. "How are we supposed to fix this mistake when it seems half of the ton already has the wrong idea?

"Mother, what is the meaning of this?" Sean asked worriedly, joining his brother, Blossom's hand still in his. At his exclamation, Louise began to take things more seriously.

"Are you saying this isn't a jest?" she asked.

"Yes!" Sean and Nats answered together. "Why would you put this into motion without so much as consulting us?"

"We just saw a good match and—we imagined you would wind up engaged sooner or later," Linda seemed to sober up from fear alone.

"We are adults! The gentlemen would propose if and when they were ready for that commitment!" Lydia nearly sobbed. The idea of not being able to marry the only man she actually liked was too painful.

"There must be something we can do to rectify this mistake," Sean, ever the voice of reason spoke up, though he was clearly not happy with his mother either.

"By now Lady Whistledown must know," Blossom's voice trembled nervously. "Everyone should think we're... depraved!"

"You made this mess, Mama! You fix it, I am not marrying any man except for Mr. Nathaniel!" Lydia scowled.

"I could possibly understand the mix up if it were between myself and Nate, but Sean?" Nats groaned. All the colour had gone from Louise's face and she looked to Linda next to her.

"There is not much we can do tonight. Let us meet tomorrow to see what our options are."

"I need some fresh air!" Lydia marched to the terrace where she found Win, looking less than happy. "Winnie, what is it? Did something happen between you and Mr. Young?"

"Yes, but–" Win noticed the look on Lydia's face and frowned, instantly concerned. "It doesn't matter, what's wrong?" she asked, taking Lydia's face between her hands.

"Mama and Lady Young decided to tell everyone I am engaged... to Lord Young!" Lydia cried, hugging her friend tightly. "And Blossom to Mr. Nathaniel."

"You jest!" Win exclaimed, her own troubles forgotten. "What were they thinking?"

"I don't know! People have been congratulating us, everybody knows," Lydia whined.

"Do not worry, Lyddie, I'm sure your families will fix this terrible misunderstanding," Win assured her, pulling her into her arms for a hug. "Everything will work out in the end."

"I really hope so," Lydia sighed. "I think... I think I'm falling for Nathaniel."

"Tell me about it," Win murmured.

"Oh... so I am not the only one?" Lydia pulled away to look at her.

"Oh, I didn't mean, Nathaniel, I meant... nevermind," Win said quickly.

"Nathan, you are in love with Mr. Nathan Young!" Lydia couldn't help but smile.

"I wouldn't say love! Maybe strong attraction," Win backpedaled.

"How strong?"

"Too strong," Win grumbled ruefully. "He scrambles my wits when he's near me."

"You smell like his cologne," Lydia teased, poking her shoulder. "If there is anyone who can change his mind about marriage, it is you, the most beautiful and intelligent lady of the ton!"

Win had to hide her to smile behind her hand. "You have entirely too much faith in me, Lyds."

"You have earned it, Win," Lydia pressed her lips to her friend's forehead. "You will need to tell me bit by bit everything he said!"

"I don't really remember..." Win whispered, leaning into Lydia's embrace.

"Do you not remember or are you hiding something? Winnie, I know you quite well..."

"Would you think less of me if I told you... we kissed?" Win asked in a tiny voice.

"Think less? Never! Be slightly jealous... maybe," Lydia giggled, unable to think of the trouble their mamas put them through, too happy for her friend. "I could never think less of you, Winnie!"

"Good, I was so worried. It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest, but... I worry what will happen when he tires of me and moves onto the next lady," she confessed.

"Who says he will? You are the very best the ton has to offer, there is no one better than you!" Lydia insisted. "Maybe it is time for that rake to settle down."

"I suppose we shall see," Win sighed. "Either way, at least I will always have you."

"Always and forever," Lydia nodded.

Win noticed her step mother hovering by the door and let out a sigh. “I better get going, but I shall come visit tomorrow and help you with your dilemma,” she promised. “Do not fret, you will have your love match yet!”

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Worlds Apart - Chapter 3 - Lady Althorpe

The Captain meets with his potential fiancée for a promenade. After being accosted by the landlady...

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Gideon had made it into his thirties without participating in a single promenade with a woman. This streak was something he was hoping would continue until the day he died, but alas, his mother had finally grown tired of having an unwed son.

Before his dreaded walk around Mayfair, he had some errands to run. Some of which happened to be in Camberwell.

A market had been set up on the same street as the Fighting Lion. He roamed the stalls, looking to buy flowers for Lady Althorpe as he had been annoyingly instructed to do so. The thought of it made his skin crawl, but he didn’t want to lose his rank and place in the military due to his pesky mother’s word.

As he passed the Fighting Lion, he saw Miss Tanner roll out an empty barrel into the alleyway behind her pub. Their eyes locked onto each other momentarily, before he turned his head and looked away.

“Oi!” He heard the delightful landlady yell out. Her not so angelic and sweet voice echoed in the alleyway before she stormed out to talk to him.

The Duke sighed impatiently. “What do you want?” he grunted as he turned his fed up eyes back to the woman. “And I believe you’re supposed to say ‘Your Grace’, not-“

“Oh, piss off.” Miss Tanner folded her arms, her eyes squinted as the summer sun shone in her eyes.

“‘Ave you been spreadin’ bad word about my pub?” she asked, cutting to the chase.

The soldier’s brow furrowed as he sneered at her. “Why would I waste my breath talking about the hovel you call your pub?”

His answer surprised her. Although she thought he could be lying to avoid her wrath. “You- you ‘aven’t been talkin’ about my pub?” Her voice sounded less confident now.

An evil smirk began to show followed by a hearty laugh. “Oh… Miss Tanner… Your establishment is failing you and you think I’m behind it?” He leaned in closer, risking a slap from her, but he was prepared.

“You must regard me higher than I thought you did. How sweet.”

There it was. A swing of her hand caused him to duck. Then, as it passed over him, he caught both of her lower arms this time and swiftly manoeuvred her into the alley behind her pub.

“Get yer ‘ands off me!” she began to yell as he pushed her front against the wooden wall off the public house.

“Shhh…” he hissed aggressively at her as he folded her arms behind her back, pressing his body against Miss Tanner’s to pin her there. “Don’t make too much noise. Otherwise I’ll have to declare you tried to assault me. Imagine how bad that’d be for your little pub… hmmm?” His free hand moved some of her long brown locks covering her face.

She wriggled in his grasp which only made him press her harder against the wall. “Now now… You don’t want me to hurt you now, do you?”

“Get off me,” Miss Tanner growled angrily, glaring at him from the corner of her eye.

The evil smirk that occupied his face evolved into a grin while he chuckled darkly into her ear. “But I’m having too much fun.” He enjoyed the control he had over her, to the point of feeling a stirring underneath his breeches.

She felt it too, poking into her back as he pressed himself against her. Her breathing hitched as her eyes widened. “Don’t you dare.” A dark, threatening voice rumbled from her chest.

“Don’t I dare, what?” the gleeful Captain asked.

Miss Tanner squinted at him while her head was turned to the side. “Don’t you dare force yourself on me.”

His eyes widened at her words. She couldn’t tell if it was shock at the mention of an awful act or inspiration to actually do it. The intense pounding of her heart had begun to hurt.

Gideon’s shocked expression turned into a scowl. “Don’t flatter yourself.” An evil growl resonated in her ear as he leaned in close. Afterwards, he pulled away again, wearing a smirk this time.

“Besides, I don’t have time to. I’m to meet Lady Althorpe and promenade with her,” he said as he released her arms and stepped away.

Now it was the brunette’s turn to widen her eyes at him while she massaged her wrists. It sounded totally unlike him to do such a thing. She suspected it was because he’s now a Duke and under pressure to make someone his Duchess.

“Now, are you done with wasting my time?” the stern looking man asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

There was no verbal response from the landlady. All he got was a glare which only fed more fuel to the fire that was his glee.

Without another spiteful word or snide remark, he left the alley and went on the hunt for flowers.

The summer sun shone brilliantly down over Saint James’s Park, near Buckingham Palace. Willow trees hung lazily over the lake as it glistened in the sunlight.

The Captain’s mother greeted him, approving his choice of clothing - thankfully not his blasted uniform.

He wore a navy blue jacket and a white dress shirt underneath with a little bit of frill. His black breeches completed the formal attire.

The Duchess did wish he’d cut his hair short, but at least he tied it back, to look presentable.

Her keen eyes then spotted the lady her son was supposed to meet with. “There she is. Now go - with haste for goodness sake.”

He growled at her as she tried to push him. The overly involved mother realised her efforts to hurry him were futile and stopped.

With a brightly coloured bouquet in hand, he approached the fine young lady.

She was blonde and had a slight frame. A pale green dress adorned her body, the long skirt flowed in the gentle breeze.

As she watched her suitor draw nearer, she reached out to him, offering her hand covered in gloves, matching the colour of her dress.

“Lady Althorpe, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The Duke bowed as he took her hand and kissed it gently.

No smile was present on his face, however his expression remained neutral, working hard not to look indignant about this entire experience.

“Your Grace,” she replied with a polite curtsey. Her eyes landed on the beautiful flowers. “For me?”

He thought that was a rather stupid question, but he gave a nod and passed the bouquet to her.

Wrapping her arms around the colourful bundle, she smelled them. “They’re lovely. Thank you, Your Grace.” The young woman curtseyed again before handing his gift to her chaperone.

A long path snaked through the verdant grass running alongside the lake. The pair began to promenade side by side.

“Your Grace, may I ask you some questions?” Lady Althorpe asked sweetly. Her voice sounded youthful - almost too much so for him.

“Of course my Lady,” he replied, trying to sound as gentlemanly as possible. It didn’t help seeing his mother in the corner of his eye walking nearby keeping her eye on them. What did she think was going to happen? Was she expecting him to ravage Lady Althorpe in public? Start acting like a pig and misbehaving in front of the young woman? Did she really think he was incapable of courting? Well, maybe he seemed incapable, but in fact he simply had chosen not to try. And if it were not for his mother’s overbearingness he still wouldn’t court anyone.

Looking at a family of swans paddling on the lake, the lady began to ask her questions.

“I know this is my first season, but I don’t recall seeing you at balls or out very much in society. What has made you want to start looking for a wife?”

Gideon would have very much liked to respond simply naming his mother as the reason for this promenade today but to save an earache from the Duchess later, he decided to lie.

“You may or may not know, but my father unexpectedly died earlier this year. Meaning that not only am I now the head of the household, but I also gained my father's Dukedom. I figured now is as good a time as any to start my search for a wife.” Every word - every syllable he spoke killed fragments of his soul, but he did it without grimacing.

“I see,” Lady Althorpe responded. “And, if you don’t mind me asking, what is your age, Your Grace?”

“Thirty, my lady,” the Duke answered.

The pair continued on their way along the path, passing by large willow trees on one side and groups of people who they shared the path with.

Occasionally some of the young women who walked by shot his promenade partner a jealous look, wishing it was them instead.

“What about you, my lady? May I ask for your age?” He knew this was her first season, so he could have a rough guess, but he was struggling to make conversation. As they walked, he kept his hands held behind his back at all times, so he did not accidentally touch her.

“Eight and ten (18), Your Grace.”

The Captain did his best not to shudder. He knew some men would prefer the company of a younger woman. But he preferred a woman who knows what she’s doing when it comes to pleasure. Too much time in brothels had spoiled him.

Looking at her, his usual sexual activities he feared would break her. Or traumatise her. Or both…

Overall, the promenade was pleasant - painful for him - but pleasant. He learned a fair bit about her, information he’d surely forget the moment he got home.

Lady Althorpe bade him goodbye with a sweet curtsey and he gave her a final kiss on the back of her hand, still wearing his stoic, expressionless face.

She left with an excited smile on her face with her chaperone.

The Duchess joined him again, the moment her son was alone.

“How did it go?”

“You were there, you tell me.”

His mother pressed her lips together in a hard thin line. She was not impressed with his sarcastic attitude.

“What was she like?”

“Bland.” His voice carried a monotonous tone indicating his severe boredom of the subject.

She rested her hands on her hips, frustrated with his attitude.

“I’m going back to the barracks tonight,” he began, the Duchess widened her eyes in panic.

“You are going to return to Mayfair-“

“By Friday - yes; to get this wretched proposal out of the way. Good day, mother.” Turning on his heel, he strode off feeling thankful that every step he took was a step further away from her interference.

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“and here i thought you’d appreciate my soliciting your opinion.”

had it been for a genuine interest in her little collection of books, eloise would have been elated. the only other person in the ton who ever bothered to ask her about them was someone she currently wasn't speaking to ( eloise's own choice and for her own good, she reminds herself ). it was refreshing to spend an afternoon with cressida that didn't consist of promenading and making sure they're seen by the right people in mayfair but their present situation was only slightly more appealing.

"and my opinion is that you need not memorize the book from cover to cover — how knowledgeable you supposedly are in natural history would not seem... natural," eloise says with a sigh. "i only mean that you cannot be too obvious. lord debling would likely be able to tell that you don't enjoy the wonders of nature quite as much as he does."

to sir phillip, with love. / accepting !

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The Marriage Season by Jane Dunn

Two sisters setting out from the country in hopes of finding the stability marriage will provide for the younger one. The elder had her chance, married, and lost her captain to the war only having a young son, some letters, and memories to remind her of all she lost.

I loved the cover and the blurb with comparison to Georgette Heyer had me hoping for a rollicking good romp of a read but for some reason I found the story slow, predictable, and somewhat stilted in the telling. I had trouble warming to the romance between the characters and seeing how they ended up together. I did remind me of the prosy descriptive staid writing of a century ago without the lighter brighter more engaging feel more modern books provide.

This is a story that held promise and one that I am sure will appeal to those who prefer sedate stolid stories, but it was not engage me or make me care about the outcome. And James, the precocious toddler taken with horses seemed out of place and in the way rather than the typical adorable child of the era that was seen but not heard. Of all the characters in the book, I think the one that I cared most about might have been Valentine.

Did I enjoy this book? Not as much as I had hoped to

Would I read more by this author? Probably not

Thank you to NetGalley and Boldwood Books for the ARC – This is my honest review.

2-3 Stars

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‘It’s not a fair world I’m afraid. Beauty or fortune carries the day. You have the beauty and I the fortune, so there’s every chance we’ll succeed’ In Regency England, marriage is everything. For young widow Sybella Lovatt, the time has come to find a suitable husband for her sister and ward Lucie. Male suitors are scarce near their Wiltshire estate, so the sisters resolve to head to London in time for The Season to begin. Once ensconced at the Mayfair home of Lady Godley, Lucie’s godmother, the whirl of balls, parties and promenades can begin. But the job of finding a husband is fraught with rules and tradition. Jostling for attention are the two lords – the charming and irresistible Freddie Lynwood and the preternaturally handsome Valentine Ravenell, their enigmatic neighbour from Shotten Hall, Mr Brabazon, and the dangerous libertine Lord Rockliffe, with whom the brooding Brabazon is locked in deadly rivalry. Against the backdrop of glamorous Regency England, Sybella must settle Lucie’s future, protect her own reputation, and resist the disreputable rakes determined to seduce the beautiful widow. As the Season ends, will the sisters have found the rarest of things – a suitable marriage with a love story to match? Sunday Times bestselling author Jane Dunn brings the Regency period irresistibly to life in a page-turning novel packed with surprising revelations, which all comes wittily, gloriously, good in the end. Perfect for fans of Gill Hornby, Janice Hadlow, Jane Austen, and anyone with a Bridgerton-shaped hole in their lives.

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How to make things from bad to worse for my muse(s); Bridgerton AU:

Mr and Mrs Madley hiding the letters Luisa was sent from her family

Luisa somehow becoming convinced she'll go to hell for not being able to attend Mass (There aren't many Catholic churches in Regency era London)

Someone steps on her toes while dancing (again)

Isabela and Mirabel make the journey to live with Luisa, with the message to not to come back home until it's safe. It won't be safe for a long time.

Luisa has a bad hairday the morning she was to go promenade.

The Madleys can't afford to host three young ladies and the Madrigal sisters leave Mayfair to pursue jobs in the districts that are WAY different from the Ton.

Someone steps on Mirabel's glasses

#Bridgerton AU #headcanons

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Breakfast at The Promenade in The Dorchester, which always looks so festive at this time of the year! The homemade bircher muesli is excellent.

The Promenade The Dorchester 53 Park Lane London W1K 1QA [view map]

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coming undone

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Inspiration: prompts #11 (“sometimes, i can’t help but get lost in your eyes.”) #44 (“you’re a bad liar, you know?”) and #64 (“aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”) from Prompt List #2

Warnings: brief mention of death, mild regency era steaminess, fluff

Word Count: 1,535

Author’s Note: I’m not sure what inspired this, but I think I’ve listened to “The Way I Loved You” by Taylor Swift one too many times, because there’s definitely some elements from that song in this piece. Though it’s a lot more wholesome than the semi-toxic relationship she describes lol. It’s really just a little pile of fluff that I hope you enjoy! Check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists if you want to send in a request! With Season 2 of Bridgerton out, I’m definitely feeling a bit more inspired to write, especially for our favorite Capital ‘R’ Rake. Comments and feedback are always appreciated!

How you allowed yourself for it to ever get this far, you did not know. But, much to your dismay, you had developed feelings for the Viscount Bridgerton. Feelings in which, could not be acted upon, due to the unfortunate circumstance that you were already spoken for, at least in every way that mattered.

You and Anthony had crossed paths many times over your lives, and you had watched him harden into the cold, unfeeling rake that skulked about the ton. However, over this past season, your wallflower tendencies and his apprehension to the marriage mart had pushed you together in the most unlikely of ways.

It even grew to the point where he asked you to dance, a practice that the Viscount had an utter distaste for. Though you thought of his request as no more than a friendly gesture that would please both of your mamas, you couldn’t shake the feeling of your skin tingling as both of your hands clasped together. He led you around the ballroom with ease, his arm steadying you as you both glided gracefully in front of the other jealous debutantes who were in desperate need of a husband.

He would often call on you for afternoon tea or a chaperoned stroll around the park, but no formal courting had taken place, much to the dismay of Lady Whistledown, who had broadcast your public meetings for the entirety of Mayfair to whisper about. Even more eyebrows were raised when the two of you were spotted in a lively discussion of classic literature by the lemonade table at the last dreadfully droll soirée, though you tried not to let the gossip get to you; you knew the Viscount had no intention to marry this season, let alone for love.

Sadly, it was nearing the time that the ton depart for their country homes, and you found yourself dreading the thought of the long months ahead without him. What troubled you even more was that if you did not find a suitable option within the coming weeks, your mother would be forced to marry you off to the Baron Quinn, whose father had spent many a nights at the gentleman’s club with your dearly departed papa. It was a familial agreement, a business transaction, as most marriages in London are.

While the Baron was kind and handsome enough, he was almost unbearably dull. Though no proposal had been offered, you found yourself being coerced into sharing a dance with the Baron at nearly every ball, and promenading with him once a week for the past month.

You felt nothing for him, and while you could envision a perfectly comfortable life, you desired something deeper. There was no spark, and yet you felt fireworks whenever you and Lord Bridgerton conversed or danced or were merely in the presence of one another. You had convinced yourself that it was a powerful friendship and one-sided attraction on your part, and you tried to remain content with that assumption.

Now, you had managed to escape him at the Duke and Duchess of Hastings’ annual ball, among the lilac-scented gardens. Needed some fresh air, you said, it was far too stifling in the ballroom and you’d like to explore the grounds.

Lanterns lit your way as you snuck away from the crowd, feeling the anxiety fade slightly as you listened to the crickets chirp in the cool spring air. The sun had set completely now, the crescent moon offering only a bit of overhead light in the unusually cloudless sky.

It wasn’t long until your peace was interrupted. “What exactly are you doing out here alone, miss?” You shivered at the Viscount’s low timbre, despite the slightly playful tone. Turning to him, you momentarily lost any ability to speak. Though you both shared much in common, including your wit and stubbornness, his presence still intimidated you from time to time.

“Why…” you gulped, attempting to steady your breath, “I was feeling a bit lightheaded, my lord. And I wanted to admire your sister’s lovely garden. Truly enchanting.”

The Viscount eyed you for a moment, a small smirk forming on his lips. “You’re a bad liar, you know?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I only mean to say…your flattery of the Duke and Duchess’ estate is much appreciated,” he said, clearing his throat as he scanned you intently, “But I know an escape plan when I see one. So, who is it that you wish to avoid?”

You exhaled, almost relieved that you were able to share your strife with another, however improper of a situation you found yourself in. “It is the Baron,” you breathed, “My mama has been most insistent on a marriage, hoping it may widen the prospects for my sisters. I do not want to disappoint her but…I long for what she and my father had. A love match.”

Anthony shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “I see,” he muttered, feeling a pang of heartache when you mentioned your late father. He knew the pain all too well, and you had both shared passing remarks to one another once you both learned of your similar situations. It was difficult for him to talk about Edmund, but you were able to provide some comfort to him.

“I know it is impractical,” you went on, sitting down on a small stone bench that was surrounded by bundles of hyacinths and roses, “I know I will accept his eventual proposal but…I am just so tired of putting others before myself. It’s maddening.” Anthony gave a humorless chuckle and sat down beside you.

“Believe me, no one knows more than I,” he sighed, “But it is my duty to honor and protect my family, no matter how many headaches they have given me over the years. And there have been many, many headaches.” You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of all those Bridgerton siblings poking fun at their older brother. “I am also painfully aware that I am afforded far more freedom to marry who I wish but…I understand you. And I am sorry.”

He took your gloved hand in his, the thicker fabric of his brushing smoothly against your silk one. You felt your pulse quicken, turning your head back to the ball, “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught, my lord?” Your eyes flicked to your hands, then back up at his chocolate-colored eyes.

Anthony flashed another devilish smile, “Of course,” he said, leaning in closer to you, “but for once, I would like to afford myself a moment of selfishness and hold a beautiful lady’s hand. Society be damned.” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, covering your mouth with your free hand.

“Who are you and what have you done with the Viscount?” you teased, releasing yourself from his grip and standing up. You weren’t sure what was making you dizzier, the perfumed air or Anthony’s flirtatious banter. He stood up to face you, his gaze intensifying under the pale moonlight.

Anthony was overcome, hearing you speak of marriage, and felt absolutely moronic for not seeing what was right in front of him for weeks. “I know you think I have disdain at the thought of marrying for love, for so long I thought of the notion as nothing be insensible and foolish,” he said, rather disgusted with his former views on matrimony, “It terrified me. I believe it still does. But I must confess that I find myself drawn to you.” Your heart nearly stopped, speechless at this rather sudden confession.

“And I you,” you managed to mutter.

“And I know that you are all but spoken for but—” he was suddenly cupping your face with his hand gingerly, doing all he could to restrain himself from being overtly untoward, “But I fear that you are the one—the only one—I wish to marry. You are smart, witty, passionate. Sometimes…sometimes I can’t help but get lost in your eyes, and I’d like to spend the rest of my life doing so. If you will have me, of course.”

You couldn’t help but grin ear to ear, you face flush as he ran his thumb across your cheek. Despite his rather rough exterior, you couldn’t help but melt at the Viscount’s tender words. He had shouldered so much responsibility in his life, far more than you could imagine, and it made your heart swell to know that he too was ready to put his own happiness at the forefront of his mind.

“I’d be delighted, my lord,” you said as he bent down to kiss your hand gently, watching intently as he smiled back up at you in reverence, “Though I think you’ll still need to convince my mother that you’re a more suitable match than the Baron. You are one of the ton’s most notorious rakes, after all.”

Anthony blinked at your rather honest remark, another smirk forming on his lips. He always did relish in a challenge. “That my dear, will be no trouble at all,” he said as he offered his arm to escort you back to the ballroom for a proper dance, “And it just so happens that reformed rakes make the best husbands.”

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