“Of course, Mama.” She leaned in to whisper. “Is he hungover?”

“Why get drunk before the service? I am sure that there will be plenty of time during the festivities?”

Mama, Papa, please behave yourselves.

⠀ ⠀ ᅠ 𔘓 ֶָ֢ ⊹ ֶ ᴹᴬᴶᴼᴿ 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐼𝒮𝐻 𝒜𝑅𝑀𝒴 𝒪𝐹𝐹𝐼𝒞𝐸𝑅 ⠀ ⠀

A splendid afternoon! She’s decided to go for a stroll.

// Muse revival

The reality of you has become more tantalizing than any fantasy ever could be, and one I cannot live without

Tilting her head ever so slightly. “Are you hiding from someone? You seem antsy, Mister.”

“There is no need for such formalities, truly!” She leaned in slightly. “I am trying to be inconspicuous.” A small sigh. “But it seems I have been discovered…”

“I suppose you are right.” Looking around. “I am looking for my brother, George. Have you seen him? He always seems to be galavanting around…or at least that’s what Mama and Papa say.”

“Your honesty is…appreciated.” A slight deadpanned expression as he remarked on her appearance. “I doubt it. He is more likely to be at a gentlemen’s club or a theatre.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Or perhaps locations that many would consider scandalous.”

“And tarnish my own reputation? Mister, I would not dare!” She smiled slightly. It was a humorous thought. “Forgive me, I do not believe we have met, Mister….?”

“A pleasure Mister Bridgerton. Say, your family has caused quite the stir the past few years, has it not?” She had heard much about the family from the papers and gossip from her ladies in waiting. Perhaps she had heard the most from her mother during the season.