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@Bridgerton Household, around 7AM

“Moooootherrr! Have you seen my favorite trainers? I know I left them right here by the door last night.” Elliott Bridgerton was frustrated as he looked at the pile of shoes on the floor.

Penelope scurried by the front door to respond to her son. “What is it, dear?”

Elliott looked up and sighed. “My shoes were stolen.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, brother!” A voice was heard from the kitchen.

Elliott rushed to the kitchen to see his favorite trainers snugly tied and fastened on his twin sister’s feet. “Agatha! I’m supposed to wear those today.”

“Too bad, they’re on my feet.” She munched on the egg sandwich. “Just pick another pair to wear.”

“Those are my lucky trainers.” Elliott shook his head and groaned. “I don’t know why we have the same shoe size!”

“Maybe because you’re twins?!” Colin snickered as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Papa, that’s a misconception.” Agatha corrected. “But it’s either he has small feet or I have huge ones.” She felt amused at her answer.

Elliott came back wearing a different pair of trainers this time and plopped on the seat across his sister. “Be thankful it’s our last day of high school and that I am one minute older than you. I can be more understanding of your needs.”

Penelope also took a seat next to her husband. “Can you believe that soon they’ll be finally out of the house for most of the week?”

“My love, I’ve been looking forward to the day, when it can be a holiday for us every weekday.” He opened the morning paper and started reading his wife’s column. “I actually forgot what it’s like to have the house to ourselves.”

“It’s been 18 years, Papa.” Agatha stated. “Don’t you enjoy your children’s company? I’m sure you’ll miss us when we get settled at uni and the house is too quiet.”

“I refuse to be cornered and forced to answer that trick question, Agatha Bridgerton.” Colin muttered while flipping another page. He finished reading the paper and set it on the empty chair. “But knowing you two, I’m sure you’ll find a way to interrupt your mom and I’s peace and alone time.” He hid a small smirk from his children but obviously his wife saw it. “I think that’s enough chit chat this morning. Finish with your breakfast or you’ll be late for your last day.” Penelope pursed her lips. “How horrid could that be for your last memory in highschool?”

“Now that you mention it, Mama—“

“No, Elliott you don’t get to play hooky on the last day.” Penelope had a stern look but it didn’t really suit her sweet face.

He shrugged his shoulders before saying. “Oh well, at least I tried.”

@Somewhere along the streets of London, around 3PM

“Wooohooo, next big journalist in the making. I’m proud of you!” Elliott tried to keep up walking beside his sister. “Wait—why are you such in a rush to get home?”

Agatha slowed down upon hearing her brother. “Did you really think so?”

“Think what?”

“Think that I can be a big journalist?” Agatha asked with a frown on her face.

“Why not? Sky’s the limit.”

“I mean, it’s quite hard to fit in Mama and Papa’s shoes.” She reasoned. “Penelope Bridgerton’s such a respected columnist and well, how does one even attempt to become a best-selling author like Papa?” Her voice injected wonder. “Those are huge shoes.”

“I’m not saying you fit in theirs.”

She winced at him. “Still, thanks for being proud of me. I really appreciate it.”

“And you need to believe it.” He assured. “Especially if it comes from the mouth of Elliott Bridgerton.”

“Will you be like this at uni?”

“Like what?!” Elliott smiled.

“Be an annoying sibling?” Agatha started pacing again leaving Elliott behind. “I may have to disown you, you know!”

“HA! If that’s even remotely possible.” He laughed at the thought. “Hey, wait up!”

@Bridgerton Household, 5PM

“Good evening, James. It’s good to see you this week.” Penelope warmly greeted the boy on their front porch. “Elliott’s in his room.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Bridgerton.” James smiled. “I know I haven’t been visiting this week. Mother insisted we spend some time before move in day.” He walked past the hall and saw Agatha with her father in the drawing room.

“Nice to see you, James.” Colin also smiled at the boy. Agatha on the other hand was busy scribbling something in her journal.

James scooted up the stairs and knocked on Elliott’s bedroom door twice. “Yes? Come in.” James shut the door behind him and sat beside Elliott who was sprawled on the floor.

“Man, what took you so long?!” He tossed the game controller at his best friend.

“I messaged you that I was going to be a tad late. How is that detrimental to your score?”

“When I’m on the verge of death, of course it is!” Elliott responded gazing at the zombies closing in on his game character. “Now, help me eliminate these suckers!”

“By the way, your sister looks different today.” James muttered. “Has her hair always been that long—and curly—and ginger?”

Elliott couldn't help but pause the game. “What the hell are you talking about? She looks like me.”

James examined his friend’s locks. “Ugh... Dude, you don’t have—curls.” He unpaused the game right away hoping his friend would forget what he had said.

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@London University Parking Lot, 8:30 AM

“Let’s meet back here around 11? Does that sound good for everyone?” Colin put the vehicle in park and turned off the engine. He glanced in the rear-view mirror to see if his children were paying attention.

“Did you hear that, bro?!” Elliott asked his friend, who felt stiff in the middle of the backseat. James jolted a bit and sat up. “Why are you so loud?!”

“James is right. Please, Elliott—it’s too early.” Agatha shook her head at her twin. “I haven’t even had breakfast yet.” She gripped the lunch bag on her lap.

“I told you to eat it on the way here.” Elliott grinned. “Now, who’s going to be hangry in a few hours?” He unlocked the car door and started to exit, followed by James.

Agatha frowned before meeting Colin’s eyes in the mirror. “If you both confess that Elliott and I aren’t really related, I’ll be okay with that fact.” She then got out of the car and turned to the boot.

Colin and Penelope hid a giggle and a smirk before shaking their heads. “Just a few hours left, hun. We’ll gain our peace again.” He grabbed his wife’s hand.

“Oh, don’t bother. I’m sure we’ll miss them the minute we leave,” Penelope remarked. Colin brushed his wife’s loose locks away and was about to stroke her cheek when he heard his daughter’s voice.

“Papa! I need your help with my boxes, please!”

@Student Dorms, around 9 AM

Colin accompanied Agatha to her dorm since she had heavier boxes, while Penelope led the way to the male dorms. Elliott and James followed her, lugging their belongings.

“Go ahead, hun.” Colin towered behind his daughter. Agatha knocked on the door three times and heard a voice, “Come in.” She turned the knob and pushed the door open. A new face in the middle of a couple of boxes turned to the father-daughter duo.

“Hi, I’m Agatha Bridgerton.” She put a few bags on top of her case before smiling and extending her hand. “I think we’re roommates.”

“Hey!” The girl walked towards her and shook her hand. “I’m Emma Williams. Nice to finally put the face to the name.” She pointed at the sticker with Agatha’s name on the bed frame.

“Sweet.” Agatha smiled and cleared her throat as Colin entered the room. “This is my Papa.”

“Hello—“

“Mr. Colin Bridgerton.” He nodded and smiled. “Emma, are your parents around?”

“I’m afraid you missed them. They dropped me off yesterday,” she explained.

“So, you spent last night alone?”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it. I’m an only child.”

“Wow! What’s that like?” Agatha was amused.

Colin cleared his throat as he started inspecting the room. “What do we have here…”

@Boys' Dorm Room, 9:15 AM

Penelope looked at the door and checked the printed sheet in her hand. “I think this is your room, boys.” She opened the door in time for her son to rush in.

“Three flights of stairs!?!” Elliott pushed his case through the door frame and stomped into the room. He sat comfortably on one of the bean bags. “I like these bean bags.”

“Where is James? I thought he was behind you.” Penelope turned to Elliott, who shrugged. “He wanted to take the lift.”

“Maybe that was the smarter choice.” Penelope turned to the small kitchenette. “Elliott, look. It’s sweet they gave provisions for you boys to practice cooking.”

“The thought of either of us cooking is a joke, isn’t it?” Elliott shook his head.

James appeared at the door frame with a knowing look. “Guess who left their laptop bag somewhere downstairs by the fountain?” Elliott’s eyes widened.

“Elliott Bridgerton!” Penelope gasped. “You did not just misplace that expensive gadget!” She grabbed the bag from James. “Thank you, James. Bless you, my dear.”

Elliott sat up from the bean bag and caught the laptop bag as his mother handed it to him. “I owe you my life, bro!”

“Save it.” James stared at the two mattresses. “So, which one is mine?”

Elliott stood up and grabbed his friend's shoulder. “I owe you, remember? So, choose.”

@Small Cafe on Campus, 11:30 AM

“You were saying, dear? Drapes—or window shutters?” Penelope unfolded a napkin and placed it on her husband’s lap.

“Yeah, the girls obviously need them. That window is just too big,” Colin explained.

“What’s wrong with big windows, Papa? I happen to like the sunlight,” Agatha stated.

“Don’t we have the same windows? Mama didn’t think they were too big,” Elliott spoke while browsing the menu.

“Your room is on the third floor, son,” Penelope mentioned.

“And the girls are on the first floor,” Colin added. “Do you now understand why they may need drapes?”

Penelope understood her husband’s line of reasoning. “Sure—we can get them drapes.”

“Yes, thick ones—blackout ones.” Colin snapped his fingers. “The thicker, the better.”

Agatha turned away from her parents since there was no point in arguing.

“We don’t want rocks thrown at your window at night,” Colin stated. “Especially by guys!”

Agatha mouthed the word, “rocks.”

“He’s just looking out for you,” James whispered to her. “You can never be too sure of guys--with rocks!”

After Their Meal...

“I can’t believe my babies are all grown up.” Penelope hugged her twins tightly. “Make sure to message us, call us, anytime, okay?” Her soft sniffles were heard by the two. She released them but still held each of their hands. “You will remember to make the most of your first year?”

“We will, Mama,” Elliott assured.

“And don’t worry so much. In half an hour, we can be on your front doorstep,” Agatha said. “Especially when our cook serves those parmesan hash cakes.”

Penelope released her daughter. “Go say goodbye to your father.”

Agatha walked toward the family car while Elliott smiled at his mother. “We’ll see you at home in two weeks. As Aggie said, you don’t need to worry.”

“Elliott, I trust that you will keep your sister safe. You know she’s not like you, who makes friends easily.”

“Papa already made me and James swear to protect her. I think she’s going to be okay.” He paused. “Besides, this is a new chapter for both of us and a chance to discover a different version of ourselves.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Penelope nodded.

“I do hope she can get out of her shell this year.” He paused. “I obviously care about Aggie, Mama. However, tormenting her is a role I equally cherish.”

@Campus Parking Lot

Colin crossed his arms. “And what shall you do if you’re in danger?”

Agatha looked confused. “Why—why would I be in danger in the library?”

“Vigilance is key, Agatha,” Colin stated. “Especially in the quietest of places.”

“Because books may fall over?? There’s a terror librarian??”

“Don’t humor me, daughter.” Colin looked sternly at the young ginger head.

Agatha bit her lip. “Yes, I will be vigilant, Papa. At all times. You brought me up well. I have Bridgerton blood after all.”

Colin sighed and hugged his daughter tightly. “Ah, the Bridgerton blood. But I also know that you are as strong as your mother—albeit soft-spoken.”

Elliott’s voice could be heard from a distance. “I wonder if Papa will shed buckets once he leaves his only daughter in a few.”

Agatha turned around and shot a look at her brother who was approaching. “I wonder if he’s happy to have a break from you and your nonsense!”

“Son, you do remember what you and James promised me earlier,” Colin’s tone became serious. Elliott gave him a thumbs-up.

“Speaking of James, what’s taking him so long at the Admin building?” Penelope wondered.

@Bridgerton House, 3:15 PM

Penelope closed the main door behind her and walked towards the kitchen to prepare some refreshments and food. It had been a long day, and she was getting a bit hungry. She also thought about her husband, who could be in need of snacks.

After fifteen minutes, she prepared a tray of finger sandwiches, biscuits, and some chamomile tea, which she set on the kitchen nook. Not long after, she heard heavy footsteps nearby.

“And what’s this? Snacks?!” Colin squeezed beside his wife on the bench.

“I figured food could make the day better for both of us.” Penelope poured some tea into a cup.

“The day is always good, my love.” He replied. “However, the house is too quiet now. Don’t you think?”

“Maybe we’re too used to their noise and raucous.” Penelope took a sip of the tea. She tried to recall their morning and how things could change so quickly.

“Actually, I know some ways we can remedy the silence.” Colin popped two biscuits in his mouth before sipping some tea and standing up. “Would you do me the honor, Mrs. Bridgerton?” He held out his hand.

Penelope placed the teacup back on the table. “I don’t think there’s music—”

“I'll hum our wedding song!” Colin twirled her around and pulled her close. “Are you ready?”

"Always ready for you, Mr. Bridgerton." They both laughed and started dancing in their own little bubble. 

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Agatha Bridgerton has always been the spitting image of her mother, Penelope. Known affectionately as ‘Little Pen’, Agatha mirrored her mother’s calm and thoughtful demeanor. Their baby photos were nearly identical, distinguished only by the tiny freckle on Agatha's left cheek, mirrored by Penelope's on her right. From the tender age of four, Agatha developed a voracious appetite for reading. Books became her sanctuary, transporting her to other worlds without leaving her room. Whether it was a humorous tale that made her giggle or a suspenseful novel that set her heart racing, she cherished every moment spent with a book in hand. Every week, she and Penelope would read together in the family library, enjoying the shared quiet time.

Colin played a crucial role in nurturing Agatha's love for writing. Before she could even hold a pencil properly, Colin introduced her to finger paints, encouraging her to draw and write letters with her fingers. Their creative sessions in the study, though often messy, were cherished moments. Penelope and the housekeeper turned a blind eye to the chaos, knowing it was a temporary phase that fostered Agatha’s creativity. At six, Agatha proudly presented her first little storybook about an English Oak Tree, creating four copies—one for each family member. Initially, her books were simple picture books with single words describing each scene. However, her talent quickly evolved, and she began writing chapter booklets about various topics, from her Auntie Kate's favorite dog, Newton, to the great sibling fight at Wrotham Park, and even her parents' sweet love story.

However, it was evident that Agatha’s introverted nature meant she often sought solace in quiet, reflective spaces. During her early teen years, she developed the habit of slipping out of social situations which involved big groups of people. Elliott was always the first to notice, often making a mental note of where she might be. He would count a few seconds before slipping out of the room himself to follow his twin. Many times, Penelope would be a witness to daughter sighing deeply then leaving; and then seeing Elliott to follow suit. She would also grab Colin's arm reassuring him that everything would be okay.

It wasn't as if Agatha did not know how to make friends. Agatha wasn’t friendless; she had a small circle of close friends in high school. The bond with her twin, however, was enough for her to feel confident being alone when she wanted to be. As their new life in the university approached, Agatha realized she needed to make some changes. She knew pushing beyond her comfort zone would be crucial for her personal growth, leading her to challenge herself and embrace new experiences.

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In stark contrast to his sister, Elliott Bridgerton has been immensely outgoing and charming ever since he came out of his mother's womb. His loud cries made everyone in the hospital room aware of his presence, prompting Colin to joke that they sounded like a song. Penelope on the other hand wasn't equally amused since she still had another twin to give birth to. As a toddler, Elliott's ears would twitch whenever music played, a trait his parents noticed and Colin tested by frequently singing to him. During a family reunion, five-year-old Elliott sang his favorite song in front of everyone gathered in the great room. With Aunt Francesca playing the piano, Elliott sang his heart out to everyone's delight. Agatha sat at the front with her cousins, cheering as Colin requested an encore. Elliott's natural confidence grew as he learned to sing and play the piano and guitar, thriving in the spotlight.

While he appreciates the attention, Elliott is also deeply sensitive, especially with those dear to him. Penelope often witnessed her son's empathetic nature, noting how he protected his sister and showed deep affection for her and Colin. At times, Elliott admitted to teasing and occasionally annoying Agatha, but Penelope knew it was his way of being the goofy, dependable older brother. Though there were endless petty fights between siblings, they never ran deep. Moments later, they'd be stuck like glue again, chatting and bonding over something. It also warms Penelope's soul when Elliott continues to accept her hugs and kisses on the cheek even as a teenager, regardless of place and time. While his high school peers shunned their parents' affection, Elliott was the exception, either initiating or willingly accepting the gesture. One day, Penelope asked if he wasn't embarrassed by it. To her surprise, he chuckled and replied, "I'm just following suit." Sensitive is an understatement to describe her son, which is why she calls him the life of the party—with a huge heart.

Musically inclined, extroverted, friendly, charming, charismatic, and sensitive—these qualities make Elliott quite popular, especially with the girls. The entire family recognized this early on, so when Colin attempted to talk to his 14-year-old son about dating and sex, he was surprised to hear that he didn't need to worry about him as much and should instead focus more on his sister. Colin found his son's pleas amusing but continued their father-son discussions anyway. During high school, Elliott had many admirers, but there wasn't anyone who particularly stood out to him. He had a few small crushes and perhaps found inspiration for lyrics over the years, but he was too focused on his craft, friends, and family to consider adding dating to his list of responsibilities—it seemed like too much for the young boy.

At an early age, Elliott wanted to become a skilled singer and musician. Which is why taking Musical Performance at university was his chosen path. It might seem idealistic, but as a dreamer, he had to start there. With the support of his family and friends, and the positive feelings he experienced when entertaining and performing for them, Elliott knew he was on the right path, no matter how challenging, daunting, or unpredictable it might become.

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One week later @Agatha’s dorm, 7AM

Elliott knocked twice on the door while glancing at James, who was crouched on the floor, fixing his laces. The door opened, and Emma’s face appeared. “Oh, it’s you guys!”

“Sorry to be a bother, Emma but is my sister ready?” Elliott asked politely, smiling at his sister’s roommate.

She pulled the door wide open, signaling them to enter. “She’s blowdrying her hair.” Emma sat down on her study chair.

Elliott and James entered the room and stood in the middle of the living space. They glanced around, noticing that although this was an exact replica of their dorm, it had an entirely different vibe. It was clear that two girls resided there. “Your bean bags look softer,” James commented. “May I sit?”

Emma nodded. “Sure, take a seat.”

Elliott briefly looked around his sister’s study table and his eye caught on a half-open letter. He was about to look closer when Agatha snatched the piece of paper from the table. “Elliott—what do you think you’re doing?!”

“Reading,” Elliott said curiously. “What’s that about?”

“Nothing. Why are you here this early?” She hid the letter behind her back.

Elliott knew there was more to it. “If it were nothing, you wouldn’t be this agitated.”

“We stopped by to see if you wanted to get some breakfast,” James said matter-of-factly. “Classes don’t start until 9 anyway.”

Agatha rolled her eyes at her brother. “Why can’t you be normal like James?”

“I could, but I don’t want to be boring.”

“James isn’t boring.” Agatha disagreed.

Student dining hall, minutes later

“Mama is wondering why you’ve been quiet in the family group chat lately,” Elliott explained.

“What do you mean? I liked some of their messages,” Agatha replied.

“A like isn’t the same as sending a message, you know that, my dear sister.” Elliott reasoned.

Agatha took a sip of water before replying, “So, it’s perfectly okay to like photos of Newton doing tricks but it’s questionable to like a paragraph of a message? I’ve just been too busy lately to type a good enough reply.”

“Busy with what? Uni just started,” Elliott asked carefully. “Wait, does this have anything to do with the letter I saw?”

Agatha sighed. “Fine—you caught me. It was a letter from the University Magazine. They’ve accepted my application to intern for them.”

“What?! Aggie, that’s great!” Elliott smiled. “You’ll be able to do what you love! Write!”

Aggie shrugged her shoulders.

James got curious. “You don’t seem excited.”

Agatha frowned. “They want to put me in charge of social media and events. They say if I do well enough, then I can start writing articles for them.”

Elliott studied his sister’s face. “And—that’s not—your goal?”

“Elliott, you do know I avoid social gatherings as much as you avoid those fangirls who want to bring you home to their mamas.” Agatha grinned, and James snickered against his cup of coffee. “Imagine all their hearts breaking—thanks to you, brother.”

“That was unnecessary!”

“My apologies.” Agatha leaned back. “But I thought it was a good comparison.”

“What’s so wrong about social media?” James asked.

“I know nothing about running an account like that. And school events?! The wallflower in charge of social media?! Won’t that be a recipe for disaster?” She paused. “I admit that I got excited that they had accepted my application, but my face fell towards the end of the letter.”

“Maybe just take things one day at a time—that way you don’t need to be too overwhelmed,” James assured. “And if you need help with socials, I can help you with that. We can take a look at Elliott’s account and use that as a basis. He does have a good following since his fangirls are all over his page—liking, commenting, waiting for his next live music sessions.”

“I didn’t like it at the beginning, but I got the hang of it,” Elliott explained. “Plus, it’s a good way to get my music out there. What’s the first event you need to cover?”

“The Freshman Concert.”

“Really? I’m auditioning to be part of the lineup in two days!” Elliott beamed. “How sweet would it be to be part of that and then get featured by my sister on the Uni Mag socials?!” His smile got even bigger. “I can definitely get more people to listen to my songs!”

“Yaaaaay,” Agatha cheered sarcastically.

“I am familiar with that tone, Aggie,” Elliott shot a look at her.

“Sorry. But—good luck on your audition. I’m sure you’ll get to perform at the concert.”

The next day @ Common Room of Student Dorm, 4:30 PM

Agatha buried her head in "Social Media for Dummies" websites and a stack of updated "Social Media 101" books she had checked out from the library. She had been studying as soon as her last class ended, attempting to cram all the knowledge she could gather before she reported to the University Magazine office the next morning. Slumping on the couch, she decided to take a break. At least it was quiet in the common room, allowing her to listen to her thoughts for a bit.

“Aggie? Is that you?”

She sat up to see James waving at her from the door. “Hi, James. I was just reading some stuff.” James soon sat on the armchair across from her. “You’re not with Elliott today?”

“He’s rehearsing for his auditions tonight, remember?”

“Is it now?!” Agatha frowned. “My bad—the dates must have slipped my mind.”

“Yup, it starts at six. Do you want to watch? Well, that is if you’re not busy—he did say that as his best friend, I’m obliged to act like a fanboy today of all days!”

Agatha let out a laugh. “Sure, why not? Let’s admire the poor lad together. Maybe I’ll even take a short video for my parents so I have something to share on our group chat.”

“Which can also serve as content for the pre-concert coverage you’re doing?” James suggested.

Agatha considered it. “Good idea! Thanks!” She opened her laptop and started typing.

“No worries! I told you—” James broke eye contact for a second until his eyes slowly gazed back at the girl across from him. “I’m always happy to help.”

“I know—that’s why I like you a lot,” Agatha responded as she clicked on her keys.

“Huh?” Did he hear that correctly?

She finished typing and saw his puzzled face. “I like it that you’re not like my annoying twin—even though I question how much you're attached to the hip at times."

James softly chuckled nervously. He had heard it differently. 

“Anyway, I’m done here.” She closed her laptop. “Want to meet me at the gardens in an hour? I need to take a shower and have a change of clothes.”

“Sure. Let me help you with these.” He stood up and quickly gathered the stack of books on the table.

About an Hour Later...

“Hi, Papa! That was quick of you to call.” Agatha looked at her screen as it split into two.

“Aggie? Can you hear me?” The other half of the screen appeared dark.

“I can hear you, but your camera might be turned off,” she replied while searching for an empty bench to sit on in the garden.

“What did she say?” she heard him ask someone.

“She said your camera might be turned off,” a familiar voice replied.

“But it’s not! This is why I don’t like these video ca—” he protested.

Soon, Agatha saw her mother’s face on the lower half of the screen. “Mama! I can see you now.” She waved at her phone while she sat comfortably.

“There you are, my beautiful child. I haven’t seen that face in a while.” Penelope smiled and waved at the camera. “How are you, my dearest?”

“Where is she—let me have a look.” Colin pulled the camera closer to his face.

“I can see you now, Papa.” Agatha sighed.

“Your father’s hand covered the camera, that’s why,” Penelope explained.

“Yes, my huge hands are the culprit.” Colin didn’t protest against his wife. “Aggie, have you been sleeping well? You look a bit tired today, sweetie.”

“Do I? I’m probably just sleepy. It’s been a long day.” She studied her eyes for a few seconds.

Penelope faced the camera back at her. “Your father is right, Aggie. Get plenty of rest when you can.”

“Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll go straight to bed after Elliott’s thing.” She assured her parents.

“Speaking of that, are you on your way to your his audition? What an exciting night it is for your brother!” Penelope asked.

“Yes, it is. I’m just waiting for James, and then we’ll head over there.” Agatha looked around to check if James was nearby, but only a group of students was in sight.

“Don’t forget to take videos,” Colin requested. “…and photos!”

“I will—and I’ll send them over.” She suddenly heard her name being called and knew that James was nearby.

“Thank you.” Penelope smiled. “If your Papa and I weren’t out of town, we’d be with you supporting your brother. He’d probably be holding up banners.”

“And shouting our Bridgerton name, of course!” Colin exclaimed.

“I’m sure of it.” Agatha agreed. “Listen, James is here. I think we gotta head out now.”

“Really? Let us see him,” Colin requested.

James scooted beside Agatha and peered at the small phone screen. Their faces were close. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton! I’m sorry I’m a tad late to the video call.”

“Oh, hello, James!” Penelope and Colin appeared together on their half of the screen. “You look quite handsome today with your hair like that! Aww, don’t they look cute, dear?” Penelope remarked while Colin continued to stare at the screen.

James gave an embarrassed smile while Agatha pouted. “A minute ago, you said I looked tired. Now, we’re cute? I think we end the call now…or else we won’t get good seats!”

“Yes—please go and get good seats!” Colin hurriedly replied.

Agatha gave a small wave. “Bye, parents! Love you and miss you, both!” She ended the call and dropped her phone in her pocket before turning to James who now stood in front of her. “Sorry about that. My parents can get a bit trippy.”

“I actually like them.” He shrugged. “They’re quite funny.”

Another Hour Later...

To say that Elliott did well in his audition would be an understatement. He actually smashed it, prompting the crowd to request an encore—another song! As a courtesy to other musicians waiting for their turn, he sought approval from them and the organizers before obliging. While his audition piece was an acoustic cover, this second song was an original composition, which also garnered huge applause as soon as he played his last note on the guitar.

“Well done, Mr. Bridgerton! We'll definitely see you at the concert!" the organizer announced through the microphone, prompting another round of applause from the audience.

Elliott beamed on stage. "Thank you, I won't let you down. This has been Elliott, see you soon!” He waved at the audience and jetted off the stage.

“Wow! They like him! They actually like my brother!” Agatha said as she observed the crowd.

“What’s not to like? He’s pretty good at what he does!” James agreed.

“True. Hey, do you think we can meet him backstage? I want candid photos of Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Hmmm... as the self-appointed President of the Elliott Bridgerton fan club, I say we go and try to find out.” James humored them both before leaving their seats.

Backstage

James and Agatha squeezed their way behind the stage as a thick crowd gathered at its entrance. Apparently, it was a restricted area, and only those with proper identification could enter.

“You’ll gain access to these things once you start your internship. Think about that,” James whispered to Agatha.

She considered it and nodded. “Hmmm, you do have a point!”

“Wanna bet those girls will be all over your brother as soon as they spot him?”

“Can’t wait to zoom in on his face when they do!” Agatha laughed at the thought.

A few minutes later, Elliott appeared by the doorway with his guitar strapped to his back. The crowd immediately surrounded him, offering their congratulatory smiles and messages. James waved to catch his attention while Agatha took photos of her brother. “Elliott, over here!”

It was a good thing that the handsome lad spotted them and quickly walked over without stopping. “Let’s not stand here, guys. Let’s get out of here!”

“Away from them?!” James pointed at the forming line of admirers.

Elliott had an exasperated look and shouted, “Yes—Aggie, come on. Let’s go!”

***

Chapter Text

A lot can happen in a day—sometimes. Not every day, of course. Most days have one event, and that's if you're lucky. Today, however, felt different for Agatha and Elliott. They knew it was going to be packed from start to finish.

For Elliott, he realized it the moment his alarm went off at around 5:30 AM, and he heard James curse at him for not turning it off. Wanting to get a fresh start, he changed into his joggers and opted for an early morning run.

As for Agatha, she was up at the same time as her twin, three floors down. Call it twin intuition or not, but she thought she heard a phone alarm, and when her ears registered a beep, she immediately got up from her comfy bed. It was her big day as the Uni Mag’s social media manager, and she felt a giddy but slightly nervous excitement.

“Agatha—are you up?” Emma groaned from her side of the room.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Agatha whispered. “Em, go back to sleep!”

Emma mumbled something, but Agatha couldn’t make it out. She heard her roommate stir a few times, then light snores resumed. Agatha got up from her bed and put on a cozy knit jumper since she felt the cool breeze. She wanted to clear her head, so she put on her fuzzy slip-ons and quietly closed the door behind her.

It was a good thing that the hallways were properly lit, so she did not have issues with walking into posts or tripping over flower pots. Agatha suddenly wanted to catch the sunrise, so she headed to the gardens. Surprisingly, she saw a couple of students doing their morning jogs and strides. Among them was a familiar face. “Elliott? Is that you, brother?”

Elliott was approaching the stone bench, slowing down from his run. “Hey, you’re up early,” he muttered while catching his breath.

“As you are,” Agatha replied.

Elliott jogged in place. “I needed a productive start.”

“I know. Same.”

“Good luck with socials, Aggie,” Elliott sighed before sitting beside his sister, who looked bundled up. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“Thanks. Break a leg on stage as well.” She returned the compliment before realizing something. “Aren’t you cold?” She had a curious expression.

“After running 10k? Nah!” He looked at his smartwatch. “Listen, will you just be here?”

“Maybe. I plan to wait for the sunrise,” she replied.

“I see. I’m gonna run another 10. Wanna grab some coffee in fifteen minutes?”

She nodded twice. “Coffee sounds nice. Oooh! Let’s get some biccies as well.”

Elliott started jogging around the bench she sat on. “And a couple of those croissants! See ya in a bit!”

Uni grounds, around 10AM

“Ready for your big debut as a social media star?” James asked Agatha who looked around at the view. There were a lot of busybodies surrounding them.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine accompanying me today?”

“I’ve got nothing better to do.” He sheepishly answered. “Besides, I’d rather hang around you than Mr. Bridgerton.”

Agatha grinned. “Thanks for choosing the right twin, this time.”

“My pleasure.” He smiled. “Think of me as your assistant.”

“So, what’s first on our agenda this morning?”

“Just a few snaps and interviews.” He browsed the list he had on a clipboard. “Just be yourself and have fun. Remember, people love genuine content.”

Agatha nodded and started taking some shots of the venue preparations. From the banners, the sound guys carrying the speakers and the built stage from a distance, she took shots and short videos of them all.

Agatha started approaching some crew members. “Hi, can I ask you a few questions for the university magazine’s social media?"

“Sure thing!” The burly man replied to her.

She started recording. “Can you tell us a bit about what’s going on here?”

“We’re just setting up the stage and sound systems so that the show will be amazing tonight! There's a lot to do but we'll get it done soon.”

“Awesome, thanks good sir!” She walked away and started reviewing her footage. “This is going well. Now, let’s find some of the artists.”

*

They found themselves backstage where a few artists were either arriving or prepping for their sets. Agatha felt her nerves creep up as she faced another set of strangers, something she never thought she’d do. James noticed when she stopped in her tracks and came closer to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t be scared. It’s just a short interview.”

She listened to his voice and nodded, determined to push her nerves aside. “I may need a moment.” She counted to ten and then took a deep breath. “Here I go.”

A female artist sat on a stool and quickly recognized Agatha’s Press ID. “Hi, I’m Agatha from Uni Mag. Can I get a quick interview for our social media?”

“Sure!”

“How are you feeling about tonight’s concert?”

“Beyond excited. The energy here is already amazing even this early. I can’t wait to perform for the crowd.”

“That’s great to hear! Best of luck tonight!”

Minutes later, Agatha walked back to where James stood, and he had an excited look on his face. “See, that wasn’t so bad, right? Was she scary?”

She shook her head. “You’re right. It wasn’t.”

James lightly grabbed her shoulders. “So stop doubting yourself.”

“Actually, I think I’m getting the hang of—”

James didn’t let her finish and instead turned her around. “Look! It’s your next victim!”

Agatha looked straight ahead and saw her twin entering the backstage venue and headed to his dressing table.

“Let’s make him nervous instead!” James encouraged.

“As if!” She knew it would take more than this to make Elliott get butterflies. He is a natural performer so this is a piece of cake for him.

A few moments later, she was standing next to her brother. “And here we have one of tonight’s most anticipated acts, my very own brother, Elliott Bridgerton.” James held the camera this time.

“Hey, everyone!” He grinned and waved. “Can’t wait to see you all tonight. It’s gonna be epic!”

“Elliott, any special message for your fans? What can they expect tonight?” Agatha asked.

“Just a huge thank you for all the support. Tonight will be unforgettable! Also, don’t forget to say hi when we bump into each other!”

Hours later, around lunch time

By this time, Agatha had posted a couple of photos and videos on the Uni Mag account and was quite satisfied with the response. “The account gained a hundred followers!” she exclaimed, mentally computing the increase.

“See? You’re doing great. You’ve got this!” James handed her a sandwich and a can of soda. “Here, please eat!”

Agatha put her phone on the table and started munching on the sandwich. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but—I’m actually having fun! I’m looking forward to tonight's concert.”

“Just keep the energy up and you’ll be fine. The concert is going to be great, and so will your coverage.”

The two finished their sandwiches and sat quietly across from each other. Agatha grabbed her phone and started working again. She chose a few candid photos of Elliott on stage during the first round of rehearsals to post. “Who’s excited for tonight? Don’t miss Mr. Bridgerton’s performance. It’s defo gonna be one of the highlights of the night! #ElliottB #NotBiased #FreshieCon #BehindTheScenes #UniMag”

James was also on his phone scrolling, so when Agatha was done with her updates, he was one of the first to like and comment. “@UniMag Can’t wait for the show! You’re doing an awesome job, @AgathaB! #ProudFriend”

Agatha blankly stared at James. “Thanks for the like, James. But you forgot to mention Elliott.”

“Did I?” He laughed at himself.

Agatha started browsing her photo gallery this time for interesting venue shots. She then quickly typed, “Setting up for tonight! The atmosphere is electric. #FreshieCon #BehindTheScenes #UniMag”

A minute or two later, amidst the pings and notifications, she read another comment from James, who sat nonchalantly across from her. “@UniMag This looks incredible! #Excited to see everything come together. Yay @AgathaB”

By the time it was 6 o’clock, Agatha was reeling from the positive messages she was receiving from her Uni Mag colleagues and the followers she was interacting with on social media.

One of her Instagram stories with the video of the opening act had gained 300+ likes immediately after she posted it with a sticker caption, “Just started and we’re loving it! #FreshieCon #LiveUpdates #UniMag”

James wanted to capture the happy moment so he took a brief selfie with Agatha, who gladly obliged for the photo. “Tag me!” she reminded him, but he was too busy composing a caption: “So proud of @AgathaB for doing such an amazing job with the Freshie Concert coverage! Incredible when you overcome your fears. #ProudFriend #SecretlyCrushing.” Without thinking twice, he hovered over the POST button and clicked it. Maybe he was caught up in the moment, or maybe he just wanted to let things be.

As the second song ended, James couldn’t help but hear his heartbeat amidst all the noise. It was beating louder, slower, and more intensely as Agatha glanced at him, smiled, and even lightly grabbed his arm when she got a bit off-balance from the crowd. James felt his heart race, knowing he had the best spot in the house—not just for the concert, but for watching this girl shine. He felt satisfied and charged. It was the first time he had felt something like this, and he didn’t want it to end.

@Somewhere in the Bridgerton living room

Penelope and Colin sat in their living room. They had wanted to watch the concert themselves, but their children had suggested they stay home and watch where they could be comfortable. As Agatha mentioned, watching through social media would mean supporting her, so it was hitting two birds with one stone if you think about it. With that in mind, the two willingly created social media accounts. As this was a whole new world to them, the nuances of social media—such as liking, commenting, reposting, etc.—were yet to be fully experienced. Between the two, Penelope was the faster learner, able to get quick updates on her tablet every time the @UniMag account posted real-time updates.

“Colin, have you seen Agatha's posts?” Penelope asked while adjusting the screen brightness on her device.

Colin wasn’t on his tablet, but he had his phone on standby. “A bit. She’s doing a good job, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is. But have you noticed all the comments from James?” Penelope looked at her husband’s reaction. “He’s commented on nearly every post.” She proceeded to read all of James’ comments out loud. “‘You’re doing an awesome job, @AgathaB!’ and ‘Awesome coverage! I’m a fan! Keep it up @AgathaB!’”

Colin leaned over to look at his wife’s tablet. “He does seem rather… enthusiastic.”

Penelope let out a giggle. “Enthusiastic? Colin, I think the boy’s clearly smitten. This one is very telling.” She clicked on James' own post and cleared her throat before speaking. “‘So proud of @AgathaB for doing such an amazing job with the Freshie Concert coverage! Incredible when you overcome your fears. #ProudFriend #SecretlyCrushing.’”

Colin frowned. “‘Secretly crushing’? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Penelope gave a small laugh. “Oh, Colin, the boy is fond of our daughter. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Sweet, maybe. But are we sure he’s a good influence on her? I don’t want anyone distracting Agatha from her studies.”

Penelope patted his arm. “Don’t be so grumpy. We know James. He’s a nice boy and a good friend to the twins. And besides, it’s not like Agatha isn’t doing well. Look how confident she’s become with her social media coverage. James has been really supportive.”

Colin leaned back. “I suppose you’re right. But we need to keep an eye on him. Just in case.”

“You do that, dear. I think it’s cute that James is so fond of her. It’s nice to see Agatha have someone who cares about her.” She stood up and headed to the kitchen.

“Well, as long as he doesn’t care too much.” Colin stared at a selfie of James and Agatha, both with huge smiles and not a care in the world. “Oh, to be young and carefree.”

Penelope came back with a bowl of caramel popcorn and lemonade. “We should just let them be. Young love can be a wonderful thing, and Agatha deserves to be happy.”

“I guess.” Colin wasn’t fully convinced, but who was he to deprive his daughter of happiness?

Penelope sat on the couch and started scrolling through @UniMag’s posts, liking James’ comments. “I think I’ll like his comments. It might encourage James a bit more.”

“Encourage him to do what, Pen?”

“Encourage him to continue supporting our daughter and be a good friend!” she pointed out. “We want them to be good friends, right? It’s nice to see Agatha so happy, isn’t it? Just look at your daughter—she’s beaming.”

“As long as she’s happy, I suppose I can tolerate it,” Colin reluctantly agreed.

“That’s the spirit, my love.” Penelope leaned on her husband. “We also started out as friends a long time ago, don’t you remember?”

“I am very aware of that, Pen.”

“Now, look at us.” Penelope smiled. “We’re not only friends but—“

“—lovers. I get it.” Colin finished her sentence.

“So understanding! That’s why I love you!” Penelope kissed her husband’s cheek.

Concert grounds, around 930PM

The #FreshieCon was about to end. Act after act, the audience seemed to cheer even louder, but when it came to Elliott’s set, he received the loudest screams and encouragement. Agatha noted the crowd's admiration for her brother and couldn't help but be proud of him. To some, he may have seemed like a budding star, but to her, his star had always been shining since they were little kids. It was strange to her that people had only recently started to see this version of Elliott. With talent like his, it was only a matter of time before he had his moment, and this was it.

As the concert concluded, so did Agatha's coverage of the event. She happily thanked her audience for following her the entire day and bid them farewell while waving in the middle of the cheering crowd behind her. “This has been Agatha for UniMag, signing off! See you at our next event! Byeeeeee!” The boost in her confidence was evident. She felt like a different person, and that was a great thing.

Half an hour after the concert, around 10PM

“I’m proud of you, brother,” Agatha said, releasing him from a tight hug. “You really are a star!”

“And I’m proud of you too, sis!” he replied, smiling. “Look at you smashing socials tonight! Wait, are you sure you’re ditching the after-party?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty beat,” she replied. “I also have a draft to finish and submit before midnight.”

“Tonight? Oh, Agatha, all work and no play,” Elliott teased. “What about you, James? Don’t tell me you’re too tired as well...”

“I’m pretty exhausted.” James shrugged.

“Boo—look at you two back to being your boring selves,” Elliott grinned. “Oh well, more fun for me then!”

James gathered Elliott’s stuff and guitar. “Our social batteries are drained—unlike yours.

"Well then, have fun." Agatha raised one hand as a form of wave. "Be safe!” She started walking away.

“Yes, I’ll see you guys later,” Elliott replied. “James, make sure Aggie--"

"--gets back to the dorm!” James shouted as he followed Agatha.

Half an hour later, 1030 PM

The venue for the afterparty was a popular underground bar near the main campus. Not everyone was invited, as the space could only accommodate up to a hundred people. When Elliott arrived, there was already a long line of partygoers waiting to get in. Despite wearing a baseball cap, he was easily recognized by those in line. He heard whispers and greetings like, “Hi Elliott,” “Look who it is,” and “It’s Elliott Bridgerton” as he approached the entrance.

Before reaching the bouncers, Elliott noticed a group of overly enthusiastic fans walking behind him. Three girls were almost in stride with him. He knew he needed to intervene before they caused any trouble, so he stopped walking and turned around, noticing their surprised faces.

“Ladies, is there something I can help you with?” Elliott asked politely.

“Hi, we just...” one girl began.

“Sorry, Elliott—but can we get a photo?” another eagerly finished the question, her eyes wide with excitement.

Elliott looked at them with a bemused expression. Taking a photo wouldn't hurt. “Sure, why not?” He flashed a smile, and the two girls squeezed closer to him, seemingly invading his personal space.

Amidst the commotion, the third girl stumbled into Elliott, causing a small uproar. “Hey miss, careful! Watch your step!” he exclaimed, trying to steady her, afraid she might fall face-first onto the concrete.

“Oh my gosh—Elliott, my love!” she quickly grabbed his arm and neck for support. Before Elliott could react properly and move away, she unexpectedly pressed her lips to his. Elliott felt the sudden kiss! His eyes widened. Dozens of phones suddenly appeared, capturing the moment from every angle.

“Excuse me, miss!” Elliott protested, gently pushing her away. "Please, get a hold of yourself!"

"Sorry, Elliott—our friend is drunk!" the other girl apologized, but it was too late.

“Is she your girlfriend, Elliott?” someone in the crowd jeered, snapping more photos.

“Wait, it’s not what it looks like!” Elliott straightened up but continued to hold the tipsy girl to keep her steady.

Feeling exposed, Elliott was uncomfortably in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons.

***

Chapter Text

As expected, the internet exploded with speculations and judgments, turning a harmless mishap into a full-blown rumor mill—brewed and conceptualized within sixty minutes. During that same time, Elliott managed to sneak out of the chaos and sprint all the way back to the student dorms. It felt as if his entire young adult life had flashed before his eyes. If only what had happened back there was a blur as well. But it wasn’t a blur; he saw everything in slow motion. The way it seemed so innocent yet calculated, and still he fell victim to it, was unbelievable. Despite Elliott's attempts to downplay it in his head, he knew the damage was done, and the drama had taken on a life of its own, at least online. 

@Elliott’s dorm room, 1130PM
“Aggie, it does not signify… Sheesh! I don’t even know her!” Elliott said in exasperation as he sat on the couch.

“But those are incriminating photos, brother. What were you thinking?” Agatha asked.

“That’s precisely the problem. I let my guard down. I wasn’t thinking, okay? I just wanted to be polite, have the photo taken, and get on with my evening. I wasn’t even near the entrance of the bar but she tripped, and then there you have it.” He paused.

“She tripped then landed on your lips?” James couldn’t believe how laughable it sounded.

Elliott shot a look at his friend. “Come on, it’s not like I’m dating her.”

“You’re not dating her... you just—” James crossed his arms.

Agatha stopped pacing. “Shared a kiss? You think that’ll calm everyone down?”

“I know it has blown out of proportion. I didn’t think it would turn into this big of a deal.” Elliott leaned back. “I mean, I’m a nobody. I’m not a celebrity for goodness sake!”

James, who sat next to his roommate, tapped his shoulder. “You sorta are—well in this corner of the internet. Beside, Instagram has blown up. If I were you, I wouldn’t even go there.”

Elliott shook his head slowly. “It was an accident. I had hoped people would just ignore it.”

“Well, they aren’t ignoring it. In fact, you’re trending for all the wrong reasons.” Agatha sighed. “Sadly, all the good stuff that happened at the concert has suddenly been overshadowed by this.”

"Look at this one: 'Elliott Bridgerton caught making out with notorious party girl!’" James read aloud. “How can they judge a photo like that?”

“People need to know that there was no making out,” Elliott insisted. “Our lips touched for a millisecond!”

"You probably need to address it head-on. Make a statement or something,” Agatha suggested.

"Like what? 'Hey everyone, I’m not dating her, she was just falling over and I caught her'?"

"Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Keep it simple and honest. Do it on your personal account.” James nodded.

"And maybe stop taking pictures with random girls?” Agatha continued.

"And maybe lay low for a while. Let this blow over for a week or so.” James added.

“Right—make a statement, stop taking photos for now, and lay low. Got it.” At least he had a list of things to do to correct things.

“Rest up and do it tomorrow, Elliott.” Agatha assured him. “I myself am thoroughly exhausted, so I better head out now.”

“Sorry for all the trouble, Ags,” Elliott apologized. “It’s been a long day for all of us.”

“Hey—it wouldn’t be a good day without a bit of drama, right?” she joked. “See you both tomorrow! Night, guys!” She left the room right away.

Elliott stood up and froze. “Oh, shit.”

“Why? What’s wrong this time?!” James asked with concern.

“You said it’s blowing up on Instagram?”

James nodded. “Every time I refresh my page, it’s just your face smacked with hers!”

“My parents are on Instagram!” Elliott couldn’t believe he was about to get an earful from Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton.

*

Very early the next morning, Elliott was on the receiving end of a long phone call from home. He had hoped it would only be his mother on the other line, as she was usually more understanding and logical than his father. Colin Bridgerton could be an intensely emotional person, often letting his feelings take over instead of maintaining a rational frame of mind. Elliott's hope evaporated when he heard his father's voice despite seeing his mother's name on the screen. Colin Bridgerton had been going on and on for about fifteen minutes (and counting), and Elliott hadn't got the chance to share his point of view on what had happened. His father had some talking points—lack of responsibility, lack of foresight, and immaturity—laced with emotional outbursts in between and all Elliott had to do was accept that this was his fault, his fate.

“You do know that with growing popularity comes more responsibility, Elliott,” Colin reminded.

“Yes, I am aware of it.”

“I hope so—because this is a serious matter.” Colin paused. “While your mother and I are not familiar with the online space, we are aware that it’s still a real place where people talk a lot. And they can just say anything about you and our family. Your good reputation may be on the line here if you aren’t careful.”

“Yes, I am aware of it.”

“You sound like a broken record, son.” Colin stated. “Anyway, I think I’ve said enough. Your mother wants to speak to you.”

Thank goodness, Elliott thought. “Once again, I am sorry for this whole thing, Papa.”

“Elliott, dear? Are you alright?” Penelope’s voice was soothing to her son’s ears.

“I’m good, Mama,” he answered. “Things just blew out of proportion. You don’t have to worry so much.”

“Oh, I’m not that worried. Your father is obviously cross, but I’ll talk to him. He’ll get better in a day or two. You know he’s trying to protect you and look out for you.”

“Thank you, I understand.” Elliott replied. “Agatha and I already have a plan on how to deal with this thing.”

“We trust you both,” Penelope stated. “Do take very good care of yourselves.”

Goodbyes were exchanged, and soon the phone call ended. Elliott dropped his phone on the mattress and grabbed a pillow, letting out a huge groan.  James entered the room with a paper bag and takeout coffee cups. “Breakfast before we go to war today?”

“Nothing a pain au chocolat can’t fix.”

Breakfast @ Bridgerton house

“Can you believe what people are saying about our boy? I need to reply to these users,” Colin said, holding his phone close to his nose.

“You do that, dear. I’m just going to spread some positivity,” Penelope smiled, scrolling through the nice and encouraging comments. “‘Love you, @ElliottB!’ and ‘So proud of @ElliottB! He’s so talented.’”

“‘@ElliottB is a disgrace to the school. What are his morals like? Now we know!’ Not on my watch!” Colin typed furiously. “‘@ElliottB is a morally upright young man. Don’t judge him based on one incident.’”

“Oh, look at this sweet comment! ‘@ElliottB did amazing at the concert. Can’t wait to see more of him! Please have an Instalive concert soon!’ Like!”

“‘It is clear that @ElliottB is a bad influence on students. Who goes around kissing girls like he rules the place? He left the poor girl alone and ran away!’ Reply: ‘Please don’t spread ugly rumors that can be detrimental to anyone’s future. There is more to the story.’”

“Aww, ‘We will always support you, @ElliottB!’ Like! And there’s another like!”

“I swear, Pen, these people have no idea what they’re talking about. Someone’s got to set them straight.”

“And while you do that, someone’s also got to remind them how wonderful our son is,” Penelope stated before sitting up. “Colin, are we going to spend the entire day doing this?”

“As long as it takes for us to clear his name!” Colin insisted.

Penelope’s mouth dropped, and she shook her head. “Whatever you say, dear!”

@ Agatha’s room, lunchtime

Since it was the weekend, there were no classes scheduled. This gave Elliott some free time to prioritize and deal with the aftermath of his kissing scandal. He and James were in Agatha’s room prepping for his planned video recording addressing the issue.

“Should you change your jumper?” James asked, studying Elliott's red jumper.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” Elliott replied.

“I dunno—the color red speaks intensity—rage,” James reasoned. “Maybe put on something neutral? White or black, perhaps?”

“Do we really have time to discuss color psychology?” Agatha looked up as she took a break from writing her brother’s speech on her laptop.

“Fine. You guys continue with my speech while I put on something neutral.” Elliott stood up and left the room to change.

“You didn’t have to tease him that way, James.”

James snickered. “I thought he needed to clear his head. Watch how he’ll be okay once he gets back in five. Trust me.”

*

“Hello everyone, I want to take a moment to address what happened last night and the rumors that have since taken over social media. First and foremost, I am deeply sorry for any confusion or distress this situation may have caused.

Let me be clear: what happened last night was a complete accident. The photos circulating online do not tell the full story. In a moment of chaos, someone tripped and I tried to help her. Unfortunately, what should have been an innocent and fleeting moment was captured in a way that has been misconstrued.

I understand that photos can paint a vivid picture, but they do not always capture the truth. There is no deeper meaning or relationship behind what you saw. It was a misunderstanding that spiraled out of control, and I am truly sorry for any misconceptions that arose from it.

I want to assure you all that I take full responsibility for my actions and the impact they have had. I am committed to being more mindful in the future and learning from this experience. Your trust and support mean the world to me, and I hope we can move past this together.

Thank you for taking the time to listen. I appreciate your understanding and patience as we put this behind us. This has been Elliott Bridgerton.”

It had been four hours since Elliott posted the apology video on his personal account. During the first few minutes, there were obvious bashers, but most users offered support and understanding. In the second hour, the tide turned, and negative comments started flooding in. This made him want to turn off the comments, but that would look suspicious. By the third hour, there were about three thousand comments piling up. Elliott couldn’t fathom a hundred comments, let alone three thousand! He soon remembered his father’s words from that morning: “Your growing popularity comes with more responsibility.” He hadn’t thought that being in the limelight would lead to scandals, but he realized he had been naive to think otherwise.

“Are you okay, Elliott?” Agatha leaned against her brother’s arm. “Do you need a hug from your favorite sister?” 

“I like this version of you, Aggie,” Elliott replied. “You haven’t been mean to me one bit since my kissing scandal. Maybe I should have more in the future?” 

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Don’t you dare! It’s already hard doing damage control!” 

“I’m kidding, sheesh!” 

“Clearly.” She mumbled. “So, now we wait patiently for things to get better.” 

James opened the door and smiled. “So Bridgertons, I was thinking, maybe we need a break from all the online stuff.” 

“What do you suggest we do?” Agatha loosened her grip on her brother. 

“What about a trip to the movies? We can watch back-to-back titles,” James suggested. 

Elliott was unbothered. “I thought you guys said I needed to lie low. I’m not in the mood to go to the cinema.” 

“Wear a cap, Elliott!” Agatha reasoned. 

“That didn’t work last night!” Elliott pointed out. 

“I have a solution: wear a face mask!” James replied. 

“That might work!” Agatha smiled. 

“Of course it will! Come on, we all need the distraction—at least for the next few hours!” James pulled Elliott from the couch. “Plus, didn’t you hear? I’m willing to treat you guys to the snack bar!”

“Whoa! Unlimited snacks? Count me in!” Agatha excitedly got up from the couch and tugged Elliott's arm.

*

@ScandalGate JUST SPOTTED📸: Elliott Bridgerton at the movies, hours after posting his 'apology' video! Is this guy for real? Looks like he's not too bothered by his recent kissing scandal. Click here for HD photos. 🤔#ScandalGate #ElliottUnbothered”

Comments:
@GossipQueen: "Wow, his apology seemed so sincere this morning... NOT. 🙄”

@RealSupporter: "Apologizing doesn’t mean he has to hide forever. He’s done his part."

@TruthSeeker: "If he really felt bad, he wouldn't be out in public like this. Totally insincere."

@MovieBuff123: "Caught on camera! @ElliottB enjoying himself at the cinema while his fans are still reeling from his scandal. Unbelievable.”

@SupportAndLove: "Elliott is handling this with grace. He deserves to have some downtime."

@ElliottSupporter: "Guys, he’s allowed to have a life. He apologized, what more do you want?"

@FanNoMore: "Guess he’s not too worried about his 'responsibilities' after all. #Disappointed"

@RealTalk: "Actions speak louder than words, @ElliottB. Maybe take your own advice and lie low."

@DramaLlama: "He’s out at the movies like nothing happened. Does he think we're stupid or something?”

@EliteProtection: "Bridgerton kids get away with anything. Must be nice to have that privilege.”

@WealthyException: "When you’re a Bridgerton, you can kiss scandals goodbye. Must be nice."

@FaithInElliott: "Just because he’s out doesn’t mean his apology was insincere. Let him live!"

@ConcernedFan: "So much for feeling bad about what happened. He's just out having a good time.”

@SiblingEnabler: "Of course Agatha’s okay with this. She’s enabling his bad choices.”

@PartialSister: "Why should we trust Agatha? She’s clearly biased because she’s his sister.”

@NoMoreExcuses: "First the scandal, now this? I’m starting to think his apology was just for show.”

@HighSocietyShield: "Bridgerton privilege means they’re above reproach, even in scandals."

@TruthBeTold: "He’s a human being. Everyone makes mistakes. Give him a break!"

@UnderstandingFan: "People need to stop judging so harshly. @ElliottB’s just trying to find some normalcy."

@Skeptical001: "Seeing this makes me question everything he said in that video. Doesn’t add up at all.”

@LoyalFan: "He owned up to his mistake. Going to the movies doesn’t change that."

@FairFan: "If you watched his video, you’d know he’s genuinely sorry. Let him enjoy his night out."

*

At the movie theater, 10PM

The trio enjoyed for a few hours, immersing themselves in a superhero movie as a welcome distraction from recent events. It had been a while since they had spent time like this, so it felt refreshing. As the second movie ended and the credits rolled up on the screen, “That was fun,” Agatha commented between mouthfuls of popcorn.

“But also intense,” James replied.

“Let’s wait for the after-credits scene that everyone’s been raving about!” Agatha stared eagerly.

“I’m going to the restroom. I’ll meet you both outside?” Elliott stood up and brushed off the popcorn crumbs from his lap.

As Elliott started walking down the theater steps, James spoke. “I think he’s going to be okay. What do you think, Aggie?”

Agatha nodded reassuringly. “Of course! He’s a Bridgerton. He’s going to be okay.”

After the short teaser shown post-credits, Agatha and Elliott walked out of the movie theater quite satisfied. “I can’t wait for the next one!” Agatha squealed. “But I don’t think it’s going to be shown next year.”

“I heard it’s going to take at least a year for post-production work.”

“So three years to find out what happens? Bummer!” Agatha shook her head and started looking for her brother, who was supposed to be waiting by the entrance. “Where’s Elliott?”

James heard his phone ring and answered it immediately.

“James, thank goodness you answered! My calls couldn’t get through!”

“Elliott? Where are you?” James covered his mouth. “What?! Where?! Why are you all the way—fine, yes, Agatha and I are leaving.” He hung up and grabbed Agatha’s arm. “Aggie, we gotta go.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

He spoke while he walked briskly out of the movie hall. “Elliott was followed by some fans! Photos were taken, but thankfully he managed to get into an Uber. He’s on his way to the dorm.”

Agatha sighed. She had just mentioned not too long ago that her brother was going to be okay. Now, she thinks she spoke too soon.

Inside an Uber, 1030PM

Agatha needed to update her parents on what was happening, especially since her mother's text indicated her father was semi-panicking over the online negativity. She knew she had to calm their nerves, even though she herself was worried about Elliott's situation. It had only been a day, and the aftermath was quite overwhelming.

“It still looks pretty bad online,” James whispered, showing Agatha the photos from the @ScandalGate account. “I think I found the instigator account.”

“Did he sound okay, James, when he spoke to you?” Penelope calmly asked through the screen that Agatha held up.

“He didn’t sound panicked or anything—more like he wanted us to urgently leave as soon as possible,” James explained.

“I told him to stop checking the comments,” Agatha stated. “It’s not good for his mental health.”

“Just be there for your brother, Aggie,” Colin said with a smile. “He needs our support more than ever.”

“Of course, Papa,” she answered. “I know he’s trying his best to keep his head above water. Anyway, I think I have another plan to help him out.”

“Thanks for being there as well, James,” Penelope added. “We appreciate it. Right, Col?” She nudged her husband, who was taken aback.

“Yes, thank you, James, for being a good friend to both Elliott and Aggie.”

As soon as Agatha ended the call, James spoke. “So, what’s plan B?”

Agatha leaned back in the car seat. “I think I need to write an article about this and hope UniMag allows me to publish it—at least online.”

“You know what? That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Just don’t tell my brother yet. I need the go-signal from my colleagues.”

*

The Truth Behind the Lens: Navigating the Circus of Rumors and Gossip 
by @AgathaB

In today’s digital age, it’s wild how one innocent photo can blow up into a massive online drama. Social media turns even the simplest moments into headline news faster than you can say “tweet."

Take this recent situation I stumbled upon. A harmless photo meant for a fangirl’s scrapbook ended up becoming a viral debate topic. Suddenly, everyone’s a detective analyzing facial expressions and body language like it’s a mystery novel. Photos are tricky—they capture moments, but they don’t always express the whole story. It’s like a game of fill-in-the-blank where everyone fills in with their wildest guesses. And the aftermath? Comments flooded in—some supportive, others skeptical. The person in the photo found themselves in a digital spotlight, trying to swim through a sea of assumptions and internet outrage. It’s a lesson in how fast things can spiral out of control online.

Let's be real—we’ve all been quick to judge or share our opinions without knowing the full story. Before hitting "post," maybe we should take a beat. Consider the person behind the pixels. Maybe fact-check a bit. Put yourself in their shoes. Sprinkle in some empathy.

Navigating this world of rumors and gossip is like stepping into a circus without a map. It takes a bit of skepticism and a good dose of common sense. Let’s challenge ourselves to be less Sherlock Holmes and more like that friendly neighbor. Approach online interactions with curiosity and kindness.

Because behind every profile picture is a real person with feelings, flaws, and a story that’s more than just a snapshot. So, as we scroll and share, let's remember: the truth can be stranger than fiction, but a little empathy and humor can make this digital maze a bit easier to navigate—for everyone involved.

***

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@BookwormBeth: “This was eye-opening! It’s so true that we often jump to conclusions without knowing the full story. Great job @AgathaB for shedding light on this issue.”

@SunnyDays77: “Kudos to you for standing up for what’s right and defending your sibling. Your writing is both amusing and thought-provoking!”

@SkepticSue: “Sure, photos can be misleading, but that doesn’t excuse the behavior we saw. Some actions speak louder than words, @AgathaB.”

@ColBridg001: "That's how it's done! Bring everyone to the light @AgathaB!"

@ChillCharlie: “Interesting read,@AgathaB. Not sure if it changes a lot of things, but you make some valid points.”

@TruthSeeker23: “@AgathaB nailed it! Photos can be so misleading, and it’s about time someone pointed it out. Well done!”

@HumbleHannah: “@AgathaB, your article was a good reminder to look at things from different perspectives. I apologize for my earlier comments.”

@WittyWriter: “@AgathB, you have a real talent for writing! And you’re right—sometimes we need to step back and consider the bigger picture.”

@Hannah098: “This article seems like damage control. Sorry, but I’m not buying it.”

@BalanceBrenda: “Good article, but I still think people need to be accountable for their actions, regardless of how things might look.”

@MellowMaddie: “This was well-written, @AgathaB. I’m not too invested in the drama, but your points are valid.”

Agatha’s article saved the day, and Elliott was well aware of the positive impact it had on his reputation. While it was clear they couldn't completely convince everyone, the article certainly provided a broader perspective on how people treat each other online. It highlighted the dismal state of user interactions and suggested that once people became aware of it, they might do their small part in proposing change.

The post not only helped Elliott but also paved the way for Agatha to be taken seriously at UniMag. She was heavily praised by her peers, not only for writing an eye-opening piece but also for tackling a hot topic like gossipmongers and unhinged keyboard warriors dominating the social scene. It was more surprising how simple yet cohesive writing could put out a fire in just a week's time. Yes, a week! Everyone thought the young Mr. Bridgerton’s mini-scandal would drag on for more than a month. Agatha wasn’t sure about the reasons. Maybe people grew tired of hearing it over and over, or maybe Elliott was right—he wasn’t that big of a celebrity. Hence, why would people be interested in his accidental slip-up? Regardless, the smoke finally cleared, and the twins were able to return to their usual student routine.

*

A month later, the student body was prepping for first term examinations, which provided enough distraction for everyone to keep their heads stuck in lecture notes and textbooks, and away from irrelevant campus gossip.

Elliott thought of a treat for his fans who stood by him throughout this whole debacle—a mini concert to be held on the last day of exams at the student dorm’s hall. He wanted to give back as well to a welfare community he had been helping since he was young, so he decided that 100% of the proceeds from the tickets would be donated to this charity.

@ Bridgerton House, Saturday night, six days before Elliott’s concert
“Who would think that you were in the middle of a scandal not too long ago?” Agatha teased. Elliott was too focused on the laptop screen while James added some finishing touches to his upcoming website. He wanted to launch it at his concert in a few days. The three of them were sitting in the family library.

“Sorry, did you say something?” Elliott turned to her with curious eyes.

Agatha made a zipped motion. “I said nothing.” She continued writing in a small notebook.

Elliott cleared his throat. “By the way, Agatha, what’s this I read this morning on UniMag’s socials about you going on a blind date next week? When were you planning to tell us about you dating, eh?”

She stopped writing and bit her lip. “Oh, you saw that, huh?”

“That’s your response?! Were you going to tell me minutes before you left?” Elliott’s face turned serious, while James looked on amused. “Did you even ask permission from Mr. Colin Bridgerton himself?”

Agatha closed her notebook, put the pen down, and turned to her brother. “Which question do I have to answer first?”

“All of them.” Elliott leaned back on the couch with his arms crossed.

“It’s fairly new. We just finalized the details yesterday. Nope, I haven’t asked Papa yet,” she replied.

“Do you even know the guy?” Elliott asked.

“A blind date would usually mean no,” James interjected.

Elliott ran his fingers through his hair, a habit when he was frustrated. “And you thought I wouldn’t see that small announcement, huh? Mind you, our parents are on Instagram. So, they probably saw it as well.”

“You said it was mentioned in UniMag’s official account?” James asked.

“Right at the very end of the carousel post—written in tiny font, after the ‘Up & Coming’ bit. Two lines teasing her blind date. I’m not sure that’s good journalism, to be honest.”

“Guys, it’s for official business. I’m doing a story about it. You know—the learning by doing type of thing. Yes, it was indeed a teaser, Elliott!” Agatha said matter-of-factly. “Plus, I can’t do anything about it because I lost a bet.”

Elliott’s face had an unamused look. “You’re doing this for a bet?!”

“You know, you seem more bothered than she is,” James stated.

“Oh, Agatha Bridgerton, I can’t wait to be in the presence of our parents when you tell them about this news.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be there front and center at lunchtime,” Agatha replied before flipping her notebook open again.

“Oh, I can’t wait!” Elliott smirked before tuning back to the laptop screen.

Lunchtime @ Bridgerton House
“So, that’s the story.” Agatha finished explaining how she ended up losing the bet at the UniMag office and being assigned to write about her blind date experience. She knew it was out of the ordinary, not in her personality, totally outrageous, but she had to do it. She wanted to try. She slowly looked at her parents’ faces, who sat opposite her at the dining table. They sat still with blank expressions. Elliott and James also waited for their reaction.

Colin blinked once—twice, thrice—before he looked at his wife, who had the same expression. They both turned to Agatha, who was clearly anticipating feedback.

It was Elliott who broke the silence. “Are you going to be this quiet?”

Colin cleared his throat. “So, this is solely for the article?”

“Papa!” Elliott groaned.

“Elliott, please. I want to understand it clearly,” Colin reasoned. “I don’t want to get riled up for nothing.”

“Yes, I will need to write about my experience,” Agatha responded. “It’s just one date, Papa. An hour—or two tops!”

Colin looked at his wife. “What are you thinking, Pen?”

“I say it’s fine—”

“Mama!” Elliott reacted again.

“It’s fine,” Penelope continued, “as long as you have a chaperone.”

“A what? A chaperone?!” Agatha widened her eyes. “Are we still living in the 15th century?”

“I think I like that suggestion, my dear,” Colin nodded.

“Maybe Elliott can even do it,” Penelope remarked.

“Me?!” Elliott looked shocked.

“Why him?!” Agatha sighed. “He’s going to embarrass me!”

“He can sit a few tables back,” Penelope suggested. “I’m sure Elliott won’t disturb the casual date.”

“Um, I don’t want to be alone in a corner while Aggie kisses her date!” Elliott exclaimed.

“No one is kissing anybody,” Colin remarked.

“Yet!” Elliott was quick to reply.

“I can join Elliott,” James offered amidst the building chaos ensuing at the dining table.

Penelope let out a breath before looking at James. “James, you are such a dear. Thank you for that.”

“So, it’s settled then?” Colin asked around the table. “Agatha is allowed to go only if Elliott and James are chaperoning in the same restaurant.” He looked pleased with himself. “Now, let’s finish this wonderful lunch so we can play some boardgames.”

*

Colin and the twins were hooked on playing Scrabble, and nothing could tear them away from the game. Penelope noticed that James had not come back yet, ten minutes since he excused himself. Since the heated discussion between British or American spelling was on between Elliott and Agatha for this round, she excused herself to check on James. “I’ll be back in ten,” she said, holding Colin’s shoulders, and he acknowledged her.

Penelope checked the kitchen, the living area, and even the dining area, but James wasn’t in any of the rooms. She wondered where he could be, but her doubts faded when she overheard his muffled voice on the terrace. She went closer and saw him leaning on the railing, phone in hand, having a conversation.

“Yes, Mum. I will join you and Father tonight. I’m sorry I’ve been busy,” he assured. “But I got your favorite chocolates!” He bid goodbye and shoved his phone in his pocket. Turning around, he gave Penelope a small nod. “Mrs. Bridgerton, that was my mum—”

Penelope smiled. “I overheard you, James. Sorry, I just wondered where you could be since you stepped out for a while.”

“She just happened to call.”

“James, can I have a word with you for a moment?” She took a seat on the bench and patted the space beside her for him to follow suit.

“Of course, Mrs. Bridgerton.” He sat beside her and focused his eyes on the tiled floor.

“It’s really nothing, but I wanted to thank you for being there for the twins, especially during all this chaos. It means a lot to me and my husband.”

"It's no problem at all. I've known Elliott and Agatha for a long time. They're like family to me.”

Penelope wanted to probe a bit because she just had this unnerving feeling. “You’ve been particularly supportive of Agatha lately. She seems to be leaning on you quite a bit.”

A goofy smile formed on his lips, and Penelope noticed the change. “Agatha and I have always been close.”

“I see. It’s nice to see someone she can depend on. Do you... enjoy spending time with her?” she asked carefully.

James started fidgeting with his fingers. “I do enjoy spending time with your daughter, Mrs. Bridgerton. She’s smart, funny, and always keeps me on my toes.”

Penelope agreed. “She certainly does have a way of doing that, doesn’t she? You know, it’s wonderful to see her so happy when she’s with you."

“It’s hard not to be happy around her.” He cleared his throat after that statement.

“Indeed. And, if I may be so bold, do you see this friendship you have with her possibly evolving into something more?” Penelope wanted to be gentle yet reassuring.

James gave an amused look. “Are you trying to play matchmaker, Mrs. Bridgerton?”

“A mother can’t help but wonder about her daughter's happiness—and yours, since you seem happy to spend your time with her. I mean, even your mother is asking when you’ll be home.”

James sat up. “I understand. Agatha is an amazing person. I won’t deny that I care about her. But I also respect her and want what’s best for her. If that means just being her friend, then I’m more than happy to do that.”

“Oh, has she said anything—?”

“I’m just assuming.”

“I see.” Penelope sighed. “Well, you’re very considerate, James. Thank you for being honest with me. Just know that you’re always welcome here, no matter what.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Bridgerton. I appreciate that.”

Penelope wanted to give him some hope. “And who knows what the future holds, right?"

“Right.”

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer. Shall we go back inside?” Penelope stood up and grabbed his arm before entering the house again.

*

Elliott honestly expected around fifty people to attend his first mini concert. He had prepared for an intimate and close experience, choosing a small stage in the middle of the hall, surrounded by bean bags on the carpet and a few dozen chairs. However, when he walked toward the center of the student hall, he was in denial about how packed the place was. He heard little gasps here and there as he waved at the crowd. Elliott couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He knew his family would be somewhere nearby since they had sat in during his rehearsals an hour ago, but it was strange that he couldn’t locate them. Maybe it was the spotlight that shone brightly on him, preventing his eyes from making out familiar faces.

He had planned a one-hour setlist that included a mix of original compositions and popular covers, carefully selected to showcase his range and style. From time to time, he alternated between playing the guitar on his left and the keyboard on his right. Each number was a testament to his love for music, and he poured his heart into every note and tune. A surge of excitement and thrill overcame him, and he was beyond happy to have the opportunity to share his gift of music and song with such a large audience. The energy from the crowd fueled his performance, making the experience even more memorable.

As he prepared to sing his last song, Elliott stepped up to the microphone and took a deep breath. “Wow, what an incredible evening,” he began, his voice filled with emotion. “I honestly expected maybe fifty of you, but seeing this place so packed is beyond anything I could have imagined. Thank you so much for being here and for your amazing energy. It’s been such a thrill to share my music with you.”

He paused, scanning the crowd as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights. “As a young boy, music has always been my passion, my way of expressing myself, and having the chance to perform for you all tonight means the world to me. I couldn’t have done it without the support of my parents, family and friends and of course, you guys!”

Elliott smiled, feeling a swell of gratitude. “This last song is very special to me. It’s about coming out of one’s shell and exploring the world with someone you love. It’s about taking chances, embracing the unknown, and finding the courage to step into the light. I wrote this song during a time when I felt stuck, and it helped me find my way. I hope it resonates with you too.” He strummed his guitar gently, the chords slowly filling the room.

After the concert, in a makeshift backstage area at the Student hall
“There’s my boy!” Penelope entered the room with open arms. Elliott stood from his chair and gave his mother a tight hug. “You were wonderful, son! I loved every minute of it!”

“Thank you for coming!” Elliott replied.

Colin stood next to Penelope, waiting for his turn to congratulate his son. “Well done, Elliott!” He embraced his boy and squeezed him tightly. “You made us so proud!”

“Where are Aggie and James?” Elliott scanned his parents’ faces. “Weren’t they with you guys?”

“We were seated next to them, but I think Aggie had to get something, so they headed off,” Penelope explained.

“Hmm… interesting,” Elliott mumbled.

Colin shrugged off the comment and put an arm around his son’s shoulder. “And you said you were expecting fifty?”

Elliott’s mouth dropped. “I did!”

“There must have been around two hundred people, dear!” Penelope guessed.

Elliott shook his head in disbelief. “Two hundred…wow!”

“And it’s only the beginning, son,” Colin assured. “I’m sure of it.”

“Pretty different from the Bridgerton concerts I used to do back in the day, right?” Elliott grinned.

@Agatha’s room
“I can’t believe my phone died!” Agatha shook her head and plugged her phone into its charger.

“You were taking a lot of videos,” James pointed out.

“That’s because I have to make a reel of Elliott’s concert and post tonight!” She smiled as she leaned on her bed frame.

James crossed his arms. “Agatha Bridgerton, look at you taking social media so seriously!”

“Me?!” Agatha put on an amused smile.

“Yeah—I remember not so long ago, you didn’t even want to do the task. Now you’re owning it.”

“Well, you were right. It just takes a bit of getting used to,” she replied. “Plus, it’s quite fun.”

“I can see that,” James nodded. “You are having fun.”

“Not to mention I get to do things I don’t normally do.”

“Like that blind date you’ve got tomorrow,” James reminded. Why did he have to pick that out of all the others?

“Oh yeah—I almost forgot about that.”

“I know it’s not any of my business, but are you ready for that, Aggie?” James treaded carefully.

“Maybe? I won’t really know until tomorrow comes,” she said. “Besides, it’s only a date. It doesn’t even have to mean anything.”

“What if your date turns out to be scary? A snob? Or worse—vegan?!” James teased.

Agatha frowned. “What do you have against vegans?”

“Nothing!” James snickered. “I couldn’t really think of anything negative.”

“You know what’s funny? I’m actually not scared,” she looked at him. “Maybe because I know I’ll be chaperoned.”

“Ahh, yes—we’ll be your knights in shining armor—a few tables away in case you need anything.”

“Shining armour? More like knights in fuzzy jumpers ordering and eating everything on the menu!” she corrected.

“Hey—“ Before James could respond, his phone buzzed and he saw Elliott’s name on the screen. “I guess I’m being summoned.”

“Oh, wait. He’s probably looking for us!” Agatha suddenly remembered they left him and her parents in the hall. “Are you making Elliott Bridgerton wait?” She shook her head.

James let his phone ring thrice to prove a point before clicking the green button to answer the call. “Hello? James, speaking!”

***

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“Hi, would you happen to be Agatha?”

Aggie was scribbling something in her notebook when she heard someone call her name. She looked up and saw a tall man with blonde hair and a questioning look. “Yes, I’m Agatha Bridgerton. You must be Alex?”

He gave a small nod and extended his hand. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m Alex Bennett.”

She shook his hand and gestured at the empty chair across her. “Please, have a seat.”

“Sorry, did you wait long? I didn’t think you’d arrive early,” he said sheepishly.

“Oh, not that long. I wanted to get a good seat. I heard it gets pretty full during lunch,” she explained.

“So it’s your first time here?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, it seems nice.”

“They have great vegan options here. I hope that’s okay with you?” There was a brief silence.

Agatha smiled. “Sure, I’m open to trying new things.” A few tables away, she could see her brother and James trying to be inconspicuous but clearly keeping an eye on her. All she could think about was whether her two chaperones would be okay with food that didn’t involve any meat products.

*

“So, what do you think of the guy?” Elliott whispered.

“They’re at least a few meters away. I don’t think you need to whisper.” James browsed the menu.

“I’ve never seen someone so tall in my life,” Elliott said. “He must be close to seven feet.” He held his phone in his hand and attempted to take some candid shots of Agatha’s date. “James, stop moving your head or else he’ll see that I’m taking photos!”

James changed the subject. “Anyway, anything you fancy on the menu?”

Elliott dropped his eyes on the menu. “I know we signed up to be chaperones, but I thought we could eat good food.”

“The vegan burrito sounds good—spinach tortilla, sweet potato, kale—“

“You lost me at kale,” Elliott stated.

James continued to read what was in the burrito. “Grilled pepper, avocado, refried beans, jalapenos, tofu scramble…” He paused to see his best friend’s cringing face.

“Do I even want to know what a tofu scramble is?” he asked exasperatedly.

“There’s only one way to find out.” James laughed. “Excuse me, miss?” He waved at the service staff.

*

“So, I heard you’re into writing. That’s nice,” Alex broke the ice.

“Yeah, I’ve been writing since I was young.” Agatha took a sip of her iced tea. “What about you?”

“I’m really into activism, especially environmental causes.”

“Oh, that’s great. It’s important to care about the planet. What was your last protest—if you don’t mind me asking?”

“The last one would be the one I organized. It was against single-use plastics. I’m not sure if you saw our campaign,” he shared.

“Hmm, come to think of it, I do remember sharing your materials over at UniMag socials. I kinda work at the office, you see.”

“Wait, it was you behind that repost?” Alex smiled. “Wow, thanks for the support! If you hadn’t shared that, I don’t think we would have had as many participants at the rally.”

“We’re happy to be of service.” Agatha was glad she could help. “Send me a message for your next one, and I’ll try to pitch it in our meetings.”

“I’ll definitely take your word for it,” Alex replied just as their order was brought to the table. Agatha looked closely at her vegan dish, trying to hide her uncertainty and curiosity.

“That’s one of my go-to dishes here,” Alex explained. “I hope you like it.”

*

“My food looks a bit sad,” Elliott frowned as he studied his vegan burger. “What did you say it was made of again?”

“Mushrooms,” James answered before taking a bite of his burrito. He seemed satisfied with its taste and texture.

Elliott took a deep breath before grabbing his burger and taking a bite. He chewed slowly, feeling the crunch and texture in his mouth.

“What’s the verdict?” James asked.

Elliott swallowed his bite and shrugged. “It’s fine. Nothing special. Beef is still superior.”

James was amused. “I like my burrito.”

“You like anything edible,” Elliott responded before glancing at his sister’s table. “Anything new with Aggie and her date?”

James’s eyes shifted to observe them. “They’re laughing.”

“What?!” Elliott turned his head and saw their heads bopping up and down. “I can’t believe they’re getting along.”

James cleared his throat. “I can.”

*

“There was a goat at the protest! It had escaped from a nearby farm and somehow joined the crowd. I had to lure it back, but it sure wasn’t easy. I ended up being chased by it for many blocks! Everyone was laughing at the whole situation.”

“Are you sure they were laughing at the situation and not at you?” Agatha asked, smiling.

“Well, it was a silly scene,” Alex shook his head. “You never know what to expect at these events.”

“I actually haven’t been to a protest in my life,” Agatha confessed.

“Really? Well, you’re welcome to join. That’s if you believe in the cause.”

“Of course, I’d be willing to try that,” Agatha nodded. “Especially if it’s for a good cause.”

As they finished their meal, the atmosphere between them had become more relaxed. They exchanged more stories, ranging from Alex’s senior classes, the importance of veganism to urban legends on campus that Agatha had never heard of but was very much interested in.

“You know, I’m really glad we did this. I told my friend that I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I’m actually enjoying your company,” Alex said.

“Me too. It’s been surprisingly fun,” Agatha agreed.

“Agatha, is it too soon to schedule another date with you?” Alex asked. “I mean, whenever you’re free, of course!”

*

Agatha waved at Alex as he said his goodbyes outside the cafe. He had offered to walk her back to her dorm, but she needed to wait for her chaperones, and he didn’t need to know about them. She watched Alex disappear into the crowd when she was startled by two hands on her shoulders.

“So, did the tall man say his goodbyes?” Elliott asked.

Agatha crossed her arms and stared at her brother. “The tall man’s name is Alex.”

“No hugs and kisses from Alex?” Elliott frowned.

“Elliott, we just met!” Agatha rolled her eyes and slapped her brother’s arm. “You’re gross!”

“You know what’s gross?” Elliott questioned. “The burrito James had! That tofu scramble is scary AF!”

“Wait, you guys weren’t able to eat?” Agatha asked, looking concerned.

James shook his head and smiled. “We did. Your brother is just exaggerating.”

“I’m still hungry, though,” Elliott said, pretending to rub his tummy. “That vegan burger can’t be it.”

“Fine,” Agatha sighed. “How does fro-yo sound? My treat!” She knew she owed the two some reward for being with her today.

“Fro-yo and pepperoni pizza sounds good to me!” Elliott joked.

*

@ Froyo place

“He asked for a second date—while the date hasn’t officially ended?!” Elliott couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Hmmm, he’s rather too direct for my liking.”

“So, what did you say?” James asked.

“I told him I’ll have to check my schedule.” Agatha replied.

“I’m not chaperoning you again, Aggie.” Elliott scooped a huge chunk of fro-yo onto his spoon before shoving it to his mouth.

“Because you weren’t fed properly?” Agatha asked.

“Because he isn’t right for you.” Elliott answered. “He’s too tall—and old—and he like veggies too much.” Of course Elliott was just spewing nonsense.

“Thanks for judging him from across the cafe.” Agatha rolled her eyes. “What did you think of him, James?”

“I dunno. He looked—respectable?” James couldn’t think of any other word to describe Alex.

Agatha’s face went blank.

“Respectable?!!” Elliott burst out laughing. “James, really you crack me up! Here, have some fro-yo.” He pushed the half-eaten bowl towards his friend. “I think that’s the tofu talking!”

Agatha rolled her eyes at Elliott who was clearly having a good laugh.

*

OTW to the student dorms

“Don’t take Elliott too seriously,” James said.

“Oh, I don’t,” Agatha replied. “I am aware when he’s pulling my leg and when he’s not.”

“Well, you are his twin.”

“A known fact I sometimes want to deny but can’t,” Agatha confessed. “What did he eat anyway that caused his stomachache?” After eating the last bit of fro-yo, Elliott had excused himself to go back to the dorms since his tummy wasn’t feeling quite right.

“Maybe the mushrooms did not sit well,” James answered. “Or the kale juice.”

*

Elliott felt uncomfortable by the time he finished Agatha’s fro-yo treat so he ran to his dorm since he knew what was going to happen next. After relieving himself, he saw that his phone had new notifications. He checked the ping and clicked on the private group chat he has with his parents and scrolled down the most recent notifications.

Elliott [12:05]: You sent two (2) images.

Elliott [12:05]: Check out Aggie’s date. He’s TALLER than Papa.

Mama [12:07]: Do you know his name?

Elliott [12:09]: I will get that information after the date. James and I are seated quite far from them.

Mama [12:10]: How is James?

Elliott [12:11]: He’s checking out the menu. It’s vegan.

Papa [12:15]: Stop messaging us and start observing your sister.

Elliott [13:24]: Blind date just ended. Agatha is treating her chaperones to some fro-yo.

Mama [13:25]: How did he fare?

Elliott [13:26]: I still stand by my observation that the guy is too tall.

Papa [13:27]: That ain't gonna help, son.

Elliott [13:45]: I’m back at my dorm. Give me five minutes, then I can start a video call.

Mama [13:50]: You missed three (3) video calls.

Papa [13:55]: You missed two (2) video calls.

Elliott sighed. Five missed calls from his parents? Of course, there would be missed calls from them. He did say five minutes. He plopped down on the bean bag before starting a group call with his eager mother and father.

*

“I will admit it was a rather strange lunch experience,” Agatha mused. "I didn't think food would have that much impact on dating."

“Did you enjoy yourself, though?” James asked, waiting for her response.

“I think I did.” Agatha recalled her date. “I mean, of course, there was some awkwardness given that it was a blind date, but that’s expected, right?”

“Sure. You had to share things about yourselves in a short period of time. That's not easy.”

“But it felt like a checklist, James. I was mentally ticking boxes.” Agatha recalled how she fared. “Plus, I was a bit worried that he was a senior and that I couldn’t relate to him. Eventually, though, he shared a lot of funny and interesting stories.”

“The question is, do you still want to get to know him?”

“I don’t know.” Agatha shrugged. “I’m not sure. On the plus side, at least I met a new face and I can say hi to him on campus.”

“Maybe, you should sleep on it before saying yes to that second date.” James suggested.

“Or better I should start writing my article tonight, then I can think about considering a second date.”

The two arrived at the entrance of the student dorms. “I agree. Write that article first. I mean, what’s the rush?” James opened the door for Agatha and hid a smile.

*

As a freshman, I’m still navigating the crazy labyrinth of university life. Most who know me are aware of my introvert nature, so the idea of me going on a blind date was like throwing myself into the deep end of the pool without floaties. The day of the date, I was a jittery mess. I arrived at the café early, nervously doodling in my notebook. When my date showed up, he was polite and friendly, and the conversation started off a bit awkwardly, as expected of two strangers trying to navigate this outdated dating ritual. The initial discomfort was palpable to me.

However, as the minutes ticked by, something unexpected happened. We started chatting about our interests, our hobbies, and our passions. He shared that he is an activist, passionate about environmental causes. Listening to him talk about his interests was like finding the prize in a cereal box—unexpected and delightful. Looking back, I realize that the experience was not just about the blind date itself, but about the willingness to step into an uncomfortable situation and see it through. It reminded me that life isn’t just about staying in our cozy little bubbles. It’s about exploring the unknown, taking risks, and finding joy in the most unexpected places.

As I write this short article, I am brimming with a sense of accomplishment. I had faced my fears, embraced the awkwardness, and even had fun in the process. It taught me that sometimes, it’s okay to let go of control and allow life to surprise us. In an era where blind dates seem like a relic of the past, they can still offer us something valuable—a chance to disconnect from our screens, engage in real conversations, and find connection in the most unexpected ways. Plus, it's definitely a strange feeling when something old-school can also feel so refreshing.

***

Chapter Text

Holiday break soon arrived, and the twins eagerly returned home to spend time with family. They had settled back a few days before Christmas.

“Have you noticed how talkative Agatha has been lately?” Penelope smiled, nudging her husband.

“And Elliott has been unusually attentive,” Colin added.

“They haven’t fought since they got here, which is strange,” Penelope recalled. “In fact, they've been getting along, without their petty arguments and banter.”

“It must be the holiday spirit, or maybe they’re growing up,” Colin suggested.

Penelope took a sip of her sweet tea. “Growing up, or is there something else brewing?”

Colin raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

His wife leaned over and brought up her phone to show an interesting photo posted on Agatha’s social media. “What do you make of this holiday card that Agatha received recently? Zoom in so you can read what it says.” Colin zoomed in on the photo with his fingers and read the message out loud.

Dearest Agatha, Enjoy your holiday! Your smile always brightens up my day. I hope I can make you smile some day. With admiration, J.

He fell silent for a moment. “Looks like our daughter’s got a secret admirer.”

“And she's aware enough to post it,” Penelope added. “Do you have any idea who J could be?”

“There are so many Js in this world, Pen,” Colin replied. “It could be a classmate of hers, someone at UniMag, or even a boy at those uni cafes she visits often.”

“Well for sure it couldn’t be that senior she dated. Wasn’t his name, Alex?”

“Right,” Colin agreed.

Penelope sighed softly. How was it that she had an inkling of who it could be, yet her husband remained clueless? 

*

"I know who it is," Agatha leaned back in her seat. “It’s..it’s James."

"What?!" Elliott nearly spewed out his drink. “Are you sure? Does he know that you know?!"

"How did you figure it out, dear?” Penelope asked with humor in her voice.

"I recognized his penmanship," Agatha replied.

Elliott still couldn’t believe it. "Aggie, I’m speechless. I never expected him to have a crush on you."

"Well, to be honest, I think I kind of felt it when—“

Penelope caught the look on her daughter's face. "Aggie—do you like James?" She had to ask, since she found it amusing that her daughter was showing signs of being smitten.

Agatha's cheeks started getting flushed. "I'd be lying if I said no."

Colin took a sip from his glass. "Do you have anything to say, dear?" Penelope turned to her husband, who had been silent the entire time. Colin shook his head slowly.

"Papa, you've got to say something," Elliott insisted. "This is Agatha we’re talking about... and James, my best friend! Are you just going to let them be boyfriend and girlfriend, and then they start kissing and who knows what?!"

"I think you're getting ahead of yourself, Elliott," Colin said calmly. "It's a big leap from being friends to becoming something more."
Penelope stifled a giggle. She knew her husband was speaking from experience.

"Wait, what's wrong with liking someone?" Agatha caught her dad’s eye. "I don't think I'm doing anything wrong, Papa."

Penelope lightly placed her hand on her daughter’s. "You're not.”

"What about Alex?" Elliott blurted out. "Weren't you about to go on a second date with that guy?" Colin shot his son a stern look. "But it's true. He's texted Agatha so many times and hasn’t gotten a reply."

"I've been busy," Agatha reasoned.

Elliott gulped down his drink. ""I still can't believe this. My best friend and my sister?!"

"Nothing has happened, Elliott!" Agatha gave her brother a knowing look. "I don't even know what I want to do with this information—or with what I’m feeling. I brush it off most of the time because it’s so confusing.”

“Now, it all makes sense! That's why you guys are always together!" Elliott grinned.

"We are not!" Agatha retorted. "You guys are roommates here, remember?"

“Oh, do you want to switch places when we get back to the dorm?" Elliott managed to joke before a piece of bread hit his head. "Owww! Did you just throw at roll at me?!"

"Agatha!" Penelope shook her head. Not long ago, she was praising them for acting more mature. She was slowly regretting that comment.

"Okay, everyone calm down," Colin intervened. "Agatha, we do not throw food—ever in this family."

"Sorry, Papa." Agatha sheepishly bowed her head. “Elliott’s being a pain right now.”

“Me?! I’m not the one in this lovey dovey predicament!” He snorted.

“Elliott—Agatha, this discussion ends here," Colin declared before letting out a huge sigh. "I just want to get through the holidays peacefully. Alright? Is that too much to ask from my children?"

*

That afternoon, Elliott couldn’t sit still, eager to determine if James truly liked his sister. He tried to recall all their interactions but found nothing that suggested James had romantic intentions. Sure, James would occasionally offer to walk Agatha home or ensure her safety, but Elliott saw nothing unusual that hinted at him wanting to date her. During Agatha’s blind date with Alex, did James behave differently or oddly? If so, perhaps he was too wrapped up in himself and other matters to notice something as obvious as his best friend having feelings for his sister. It was a perplexing situation for Elliott, and he wasn’t sure how to interpret it. He wanted to feel happy for them, but he needed confirmation to make everything crystal clear. He found his phone and composed a message for a quick meet up. Surely, as his best friend, James would be honest and admit it immediately, right?

James found Elliott waiting by the bowling alley half an hour later, changing his shoes in preparation for a round.

"Sorry I'm late. Had to take my folks to the doctor," James explained as he put on his bowling shoes.

“Wait, if you need to be with them, we can hang out another day," Elliott offered.

"It's fine. Just the dentist," James clarified. "My dad couldn't enjoy his beer because of a toothache, so it's a bit of an issue."

Elliott was relieved that it wasn't a serious condition. "Oh, that's good to know."

James eyed the lane and the pins. "So, how many rounds are we doing today?"

"Best of three?" Elliott suggested, holding out his fist.

In the first round, Elliott surprised himself by hitting more strikes than James, making it clear who the winner was. The second round was much closer, coming down to the last shuffle of the pins. Ultimately, James hit a strike while Elliott missed two pins, giving James the win. As they were about to start the third round, Elliott decided it was time to probe the issue of his best friend and his sister. He wanted to see if he could break James's concentration and cause him to lose. It was a ruthless strategy, but Elliott was curious to see how this would play out.

“Did you get Agatha a gift?” Elliott asked nonchalantly.

James held the ball close. “I sent her a card but I haven’t found a gift yet.”

“A holiday card? You still do that?”

“She sent me one, so I figured I’d reply,” James answered before throwing the ball at the pins.

Elliott quickly replied, “With admiration?”

James felt a chill run through his neck. Within seconds, ten pins fell. James hit a strike. “What did you say?”

Elliott walked closer to him. “I asked if you replied to Agatha with admiration.”

James shut his eyes for a second before seeing Elliott waiting for his answer. “You know?”

Elliott crossed his arms. “I know what?”

James pursed his lips, searching for words. “You need to sit down for this, Elliott.”

“Why? Is it that big of a deal?”

“Yeah—it is,” James admitted.

“James, do you have feelings for Aggie?” Elliott asked slowly. “Like, like her like her?”

He saw his friend’s face surrender. “I—I think it started months ago. I didn’t think it would progress or anything.”

Elliott bit his lip. “She’s my sister.”

“I know!” James agreed. “That’s why it weirded me out! Because you’re my good friend and she’s a good friend too. So—when I began to see her differently, it was a slow and gradual process. At first, it was a crush—then I kept rejecting it because it felt foreign to me. Eventually, I just gave in to my feelings.”

“Does she know you’re the ‘J’ that sent the card?”

James shrugged. “I had hoped she would figure it out.”

Elliott scoffed. “Well, the cat is out of the bag—she knows it’s you.”

James had to take a seat. “Is this the reason why you wanted to hang out today?!”

“I want to know your intentions,” Elliott said.

“Elliott, I—I only want what’s best for Agatha,” James replied.

“Do you want to date her?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be her boyfriend?”

“Someday?”

“Someday?!”

“I mean—I don’t know how she feels about me,” James reasoned. “It’s not wise to assume the feelings are mutual.” He remembered what he had said to Mrs. Bridgerton a few weeks back.

“Fair enough,” Elliott agreed. He didn’t want to make it too easy for his best friend even if he knew more. He wanted him to work for it. “Any more questions for me before I throw this ball?”

“I have none.” James shook his head and watched as Elliott earned a strike, just like him.

"I guess it's a draw."

*

@ Bridgerton House

Agatha snuggled next to her father in the drawing room. “I’m sorry about the bread roll incident, Papa. I know you wanted some peace and quiet for the holidays.”

“I don’t blame you. Your brother can go overboard with the teasing at times.” Colin patted her daughter’s arm.

“I think it’s a personality trait of his,” Agatha replied. “But solely directed at me. Have you noticed how he doesn’t behave the same way with our cousins?”

“He loves you regardless,” Colin assured her.

“I know that. I just wish he’d grow up about it.”

“Believe me, my dear, you’ll miss it when you get older,” Colin recalled how he and his seven siblings would banter, tease, and fight nonstop when they were much younger. Many of his core memories involved sibling interactions and constant reprimands from their mother. Now that they’re all parents with children, he secretly misses those carefree days. “As hard as it may be, savor arguing with Elliott.”

“Fine. I’ll try my best.”

“Thank you, my dear.” Colin let her head lean on his chest. “By the way—I know I haven’t said anything about you and James… but do you want my advice?” He didn’t hear any reply because she stared longer at the crackling fire in front of them. “You need to figure out what you feel first. When you have clarity, then you can start making decisions.”

“Papa, do you think friendship is a good foundation for love?”

Colin knew the answer by heart. “It is rare, but I’d say when it happens, it can open up a lot of possibilities for great love.”

“Great love? I think I may be too young for that. You forget, I’m just eighteen,” Agatha replied.

“Well, your mother found her great love at thirteen.”

Agatha moved away in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?!”

“I wish I was!” Colin gave amused laugh.

***

Chapter Text

Agatha couldn't believe she hadn't given James his present yet. Whether it was not wrapped when he was at their house the other day, or her brain was caught up in the blur that followed her discovery of his admiration for her—admiration, that’s what it was, is—and she had pushed it to the back of her mind. She wanted to avoid the truth, but she also needed to be a good friend and give Christmas gifts before Christmas Day. Snapping out of her daze, she saw the Parker name above the doorbell.

Mrs. Parker answered the door and let Agatha inside the house, which had a lingering scent of cinnamon and mint chocolate.

“It’s been so long since I saw you, Aggie!” Mrs. Parker remarked. “I think the last time was when your hair was just above your shoulders. Still, you look so lovely, my dear! You're like an angel.”

"Thanks, Mrs. Parker. You're too kind." Agatha smiled. “I’m sorry it took a while to visit. School really kept me busy.”

“I hope your parents are doing okay with you and Elliott out of the house?” Mrs. Parker commented.

“They’re all right,” Agatha answered.

“I mean, I miss James a lot when he’s not home.” Mrs. Parker led Agatha to the sitting room just before someone hurriedly came down from the stairs. “Mother, I think Agatha—“ He stopped in his tracks when he saw her standing next to his mother. “—is here.”

“Son, you didn’t even tell me that Aggie was visiting. I could have prepared more food for dinner.”

Agatha looked at James and then at his mother. “Oh, I- I won’t be staying for long, Mrs. Parker. I realized I still had James’ present and the dates must have slipped my mind that Christmas is tomorrow.”

“The year has been going by so fast,” Mrs. Parker stated.

James scratched his head and turned to Agatha. “Sorry Aggie, I just read your message.”

“Well then, let me bring you something to drink and maybe something to munch on.” Mrs. Parker said, touching Agatha’s cheek, clearly happy with her presence. “Make yourself comfortable.” Then she slipped away, leaving James and Agatha alone.

“I—I wasn’t expecting you,” James said as he came closer.

Agatha fiddled with the small wrapped box she held in her hands. “I know. I wanted to drop this off before Christmas.” She held out the gift and James took it.

“You didn’t have to. Elliott said he was going to be Santa and deliver gifts tonight. You know, Elliott and his strange traditions.”

She nodded, avoiding his gaze and letting her eyes wander around the room, which was adorned with holiday decorations. The fireplace, similar to theirs at home, had a crackling fire with three stockings pinned above it. She was entranced by the six-foot decorated tree and moved closer to it. “Your mom does a great job of making it feel so festive in here.”

James leaned against the door frame. “She goes all out every year. But the tree was a last-minute addition since I wasn’t home,” he explained. “We only got it a few days ago.”

“This is—I mean, look at this!” She turned around, her eyes glimmering.

“She's stunning.” James cleared his throat. “So, uh-how’s your holiday going?”

“It’s been good. Just the usual family stuff. Elliott being an arse. How about you?”

“Same here. It’s actually nice to have a break from school.”

They both agreed that holiday breaks are welcome pauses. But this pause was discomforting as a sudden awkwardness filled the space between them. James felt that Agatha wanted to say something, so despite feeling his heart race, he wanted to power through it. “What is it, Agatha?”

She hesitated for a second. “Well, it’s about that—that holiday card you sent me.”

James tried to play it cool. “Oh that. Did you like it?”

“I did. It was very sweet.” She paused. “I knew it was you because I recognized the handwriting.”

James felt tingling sensations behind his neck. “You did?”

“Yes, and I wanted to say thank you.”

James forced a smile. “You’re welcome. I meant every word.”

Agatha felt her cheeks warm up a bit. “James, I don’t really know what else to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I wanted you to know how I feel.”

Agatha blinked. “And—I’m still figuring out how I feel.”

James nodded. “That’s okay. Take your time.”

“I don’t want things to get weird between us.” Agatha felt the irony in what she said because she could already feel the strange vibe enveloping them.

“Same here.” He shook his head. “I value our friendship a lot.”

The two stood in silence, both feeling the weight of their unspoken words. Thankfully, Mrs. Parker entered the sitting room. “Aggie, I hope these cinnamon cookies suit your taste. This is my new recipe I had to tweak since I saw it online.” She placed the tray on the center table and noticed that the two were standing a few feet apart. “Oh, would you look at that! You’re standing right under my mistletoe!”

James and Agatha glanced up, both of their faces turning a shade of pink.

Agatha pursed her lips. “It’s okay. We don’t have to—”

“You know the tradition. Go on, James, give her a kiss on the cheek.”

James looked at his mom who had an eager smile, then he looked at Agatha with his heart pumping rather quickly. He hesitated, unsure if he should go through with it. “Is it okay, Aggie?” he asked softly.

Agatha, equally flustered, nodded shyly, trying to manage a smile. “It’s okay.”

He stepped closer, leaning in and gently kissing her on the cheek. It was a wholesome kiss, not at all distasteful. However, the electricity of the moment, even though it was one simple kiss, was undeniable. They pulled back, their eyes meeting briefly before looking away, both now flushed.

“There you go! Just a little holiday fun. Oh you two make my heart swell.” Mrs. Parker bopped her head before slipping out of the room.

Agatha, feeling the intensity of the moment, decided that she had to leave. Her purpose of visiting was done anyway. Mentally she had fulfilled what she wanted to do, which was to give her present. If she stayed any longer, she wouldn’t be ready for any more surprises. “I think I should probably get going. Dinner is up soon and my parents might be looking for me.”

James didn’t want to complicate things so of course, he didn’t question her sudden need to leave. “Sure—yeah, you don’t want to be late for that. Tell your parents, Merry Christmas!”

“I will. Merry Christmas, James.” Agatha smiled. “Please inform your mother I had to go.”

“Of course. Have a great Christmas, Agatha.”

She waved goodbye and headed for the door. James only took a step forward and watched her leave with the door shutting in place. At that same time, Mrs. Parker rushed in with a confused look on her face. “Did Agatha leave? I wanted to give this to her parents!” She referred to a small basket of fruits she held.

“She said was going to be late for dinner,” James nodded and looked at her amusedly. “Don’t worry, mother. I can bring that over to the Bridgertons tomorrow.”

“Oh, I hope I didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to.”

He sighed and shook his head. “No, it’s just complicated, Mother.”

“Chin up, son. Whatever it is, you’ll figure it out soon.”

*

@ James’ room, half an hour later
James sat on his bed, staring at the box from Agatha in his hands. He looked at the cute card and read the short message: 

Have a happy Christmas, James. Yours, Aggie.

He wondered what Aggie had gotten him for Christmas. Carefully, he unwrapped it to reveal a thoughtful present—a book he had mentioned wanting to read but couldn’t seem to find in any bookstore. He smiled, feeling a mix of happiness and longing. “She remembered." But he can’t assume anything.

Then, he felt a burn on his lips. A flashback came to him of kissing her cheek not too long ago. Why couldn’t he just tell her? She was right there. He sighed and dropped his head on a pillow. What if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if he had ruined everything? He fixed his gaze at the ceiling, replaying their conversation. “I wish I knew what she was thinking.” He glanced at his phone, contemplating sending her a message, but decided against it, fearing he might come off as too strong. 

@Agatha’s room, half an hour later

Agatha sat by her window, looking at the cold state of winter outside. On her lap was the card from James, which she read over and over. 

Dearest Agatha, Enjoy your holiday! Your smile always brightens up my day. I hope I can make you smile someday. With admiration, J.

Why is this so complicated? She should be happy, right? But she doesn’t even know what she's feeling. She placed the card on her desk. Maybe he’s waiting for her to decide. She hugged her knees to her chest, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. Does she like him? Really like him? Or is it just the idea of someone liking her? She shook her head. “I really need to figure this out.”

She grabbed her phone, tempted to message or call him, but stopped herself at the very last minute. She leaned back against some pillows, feeling the weight of uncertainty and the complexity of her feelings. “Why is this so complicated?!” Maybe in the new year, things will get clearer.

*

Elliott paced in his room, feeling increasingly anxious. He knew something was definitely up with his best friend and sister. James hadn’t been himself since they left the bowling arcade. He was quieter than usual and more pensive, traits Elliott wasn’t used to seeing in his best friend. Agatha, on the other hand, was also behaving strangely. She tolerated his teasing and banter more than usual. After dinner, she quickly excused herself from spending more time with them. It was as if she wanted to be left alone more frequently, and that didn’t sit well with Elliott.

He decided to dial James’ number. “Come on, come on, pick up…”

After three rings, he heard a monotonous voice. “Elliott.”

“Hey, man. Haven't heard from you. Wanna play some video games?”

“Not today. I'm just... not in the mood.”

Elliott listened to the tone. “Is—is everything okay?”

“Yes, just... dealing with some stuff.”

“Alright, if you need to talk, you know I'm here.” Elliott assured.

“Thanks. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Sure.” Elliott ended the call and sat up from his bed. This is really a bother.

*

Elliott wanted to see if his sister was doing any better than his best friend. So, he got up, headed to Agatha’s room, and knocked a few times. “Aggie? Can I come in?”

“Sure,” he heard her say softly.

Elliott saw his sister lying on her bed, staring at the window. “Hey, you okay? You left before Papa could offer a game of charades.”

“I’m fine, just tired,” she replied before adding, “I want to be alone, Elliott.”

He sat on the edge of her bed. “Aggie, I’m worried about you. You haven’t been yourself lately.” He paused. “Is this about—James?”

Agatha avoided him even more. “I dunno. It’s complicated.”

He frowned at the thought that both of his constants were at a loss and in an unnerving position all because they were experiencing unsettling feelings for each other. It was more disturbing for Elliott because he knew what they felt separately. They had feelings for each other but they couldn’t seem to figure it out. He sighed and patted his sister’s duvet before leaving. “Rest well, sis.”

*

Elliott sat at the kitchen table, swirling his teacup when Penelope and Colin joined him. “Such a pensive look for a handsome face, my dear,” Penelope commented.

“Mama, Papa—can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course. What’s on your mind?” Colin nodded.

“It’s about James and Agatha. They have been acting really strange lately—James hasn’t been himself, and Agatha’s locked herself in her room. I’m worried.”

Colin placed a hand on Elliott’s arm. “Elliott, sometimes feelings can be overwhelming.”

Penelope agreed. “I know it’s hard to see them like this, but people need time to sort through their feelings. It’s a period of waiting, and it can be really tough.”

“I just hate seeing them like this. I feel so helpless. I wish I could do something about it.”

Penelope raised her eyebrow. “Elliott, are you thinking of meddling?”

“I’m not sure,” Elliott shrugged. “It’s weird that they don’t know what’s in front of them, and yet here I am seeing things so clearly. It’s so obvious that they are interested in each other.”

“Soon, they will see things as they are,” Colin stated.

Penelope leaned her head on her son’s shoulder. “Waiting can be difficult, but it’s part of figuring things out. When I was young, I had to wait for certain things too. It’s never easy, but it helps us grow.”

Colin stood up. “I’m going to check on Aggie. I hope she won’t deny a cup of tea from me?”

“Good idea, dear. A little comfort might help,” Penelope looked at her husband and Elliott waited for his father to leave before he whispered. “Papa made you wait a long time, right?”

“Years, Elliott. Years!” Penelope shook her head and giggled. "But as soon as he figured it out, he put things in motion. Everything happened rather--swiftly."

Elliott snickered and laughed. “I guess it’s still a touchy subject for him.”

“Once in a while, when he gets reminded. He regrets it a lot,” Penelope replied. “Watch him act sweet when he comes back in a few.”

Elliott felt a combination of amusement and embarrassment. “Eww! Papa can be so unhinged at times.”

*

Elliott had a knack for turning his thoughts and feelings into something he knew best: a song. Even the experiences of others seemed to fuel his songwriting skills, providing him with endless inspiration. He sat at his desk, strumming his guitar and scribbling in a notepad.

You’re locked away, so far inside


Feelings emotions you can't seem to hide


Your heart’s a maze, you’ve lost the way


Trying to find the words to say

POSSIBLE CHORUS?


Pining for you a love unknown


In the dark shadows, all alone


Secret whispers, silent cries


Waiting for the sun to rise

It’s a dance of hope yearning and fear


A game of hearts, a drop of tears


But somewhere in this silent quiet night


We can get There’s a chance to make it right

So, take a chance step chance step, don’t be afraid


Love’s a journey, gently laid


Find your voice, let feelings flow


In this heart, the truth will grow

When his mother mentioned the word "meddle," Elliott's first thought was to lock James and Agatha in a room and force them to sort things out. However, he knew that doing so would involve a lot of logistics, and he was short of manpower due to the holidays. Besides, getting Agatha out of her room would be a nightmare, especially on Christmas Eve. So, the song he had written would have to suffice. Well, it’s worth a try. Elliott was hopeful that through his composition, the two people most important to him could find the courage to face their feelings for each other.

Elliott felt pumped as he sat in front of his laptop, setting up his recording equipment. He started recording, playing his guitar and singing each line of his song. He had to try a few times since his voice sounded tired—after all, no one usually records this late at night. Once he was satisfied, he relaxed and listened to it a few times. After sometime, he uploaded the song to a private link, then drafted two separate messages.

Hey Aggie,

I know things have been a bit confusing lately, and I wanted to share something with you. I wrote a song, and I hope it helps you sort through your feelings. Take your time and listen to it when you can. Merry Christmas, sis!

Love you always and forever but not too much coz I know you and you wont like it,


Elliott

*

Hey James,

I’ve noticed you haven’t been yourself lately, so I wrote a song that I hope speaks to what you’re going through. Maybe it’ll help you find some clarity. Merry Christmas, bro.

Elliott

P.S. I’ll always be your friend, even if you do want to date my sister. Gross but fine, you do you!

*

Two hours before midnight

Agatha stirred in her sleep as her phone alarm went off. She opened her eyes and turned off the alarm, hoping for quiet again, but a notification popped up on her phone screen, capturing her interest. The link led her to an MP4 file, which she opened. As she listened to Elliott’s voice singing the lyrics of the song, she increased the volume, the music gradually filling her room. She played the song on loop and slowly felt a surge of mixed emotions—comfort, hope, and some clarity--every single playback.

James, on the other hand, had just sent Elliott a message, suggesting they meet tomorrow morning instead of at midnight since he was about to go to bed. To his surprise, his best friend replied with something unexpected. "A song?" he mused. He had anticipated that his musician best friend would resort to such a gesture, especially since Elliott often used music to navigate his own emotions. As James listened to the short song, his heart both ached and felt lighter at the same time. How a song could do that is beyond his understanding as the lyrics resonated deeply with what he was experiencing, helping him realize that he wasn't alone.

*

“That was beautiful, Elliott!” Penelope exclaimed as her son played them the song he had just composed.

“I’ve already sent it to both of them. Hopefully, it can somehow help?” Elliott stated, tiredly. “Anyway, I’m beat! I’m off to sleep.”

“You’ve done well, son,” Colin praised, patting Elliott on the shoulder. “Have a good night.”

“Good night! Love you both! See you tomorrow for Christmas morning!” Elliott adjusted his guitar strap and headed towards the staircase.

Penelope and Colin watched him go, exchanging a look of pride.

“He’s got a really good heart, Colin,” Penelope sighed. "He reminds me so much of you."

“Now we just have to wait and see,” Colin paused but he was interrupted by his wife’s giggles. "I wonder why you find this funny, Pen?”

“I do not! I am merely amused that you’re waiting with me now. I distinctly remember doing this alone.”

Colin pulled her closer. “Please don’t remind me of my past stupidity. I’m already suffering watching this unfold with our own children!”

“All will be well, trust me. If not this month, maybe next! What’s another month, anyway?”

He hugged her tight and kissed her cheek not wanting to let go. “Right! What’s another month, anyway?”

***

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The first light of Christmas morning crept into Elliott's room, gently waking him. He stretched and yawned, feeling a mix of excitement and contentment. He glanced at the clock—it was still early. Agatha would likely be asleep for a while longer. Quietly, he tiptoed out of his room and headed downstairs. In the living room, a beautifully decorated Christmas tree stood, surrounded by a pile of presents. Elliott's eyes sparkled as he noticed a few new additions—gifts from James, neatly placed under the tree. He smiled, imagining his friend sneaking in to drop them off.

Penelope and Colin were already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls filled the air, adding to the festive atmosphere.

“Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad,” Elliott greeted them cheerfully.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Merry Christmas!” Penelope replied, giving him a warm hug. Colin ruffled his son’s hair affectionately.

“Merry Christmas, Elliott. Did you sleep well?” Colin asked.

“Like a log,” Elliott chuckled. “I can’t wait for Agatha to wake up so we can open the presents.”

As if on cue, Agatha’s sleepy figure appeared at the top of the stairs. She rubbed her eyes and smiled as she saw her family waiting for her.

“Merry Christmas…” she called out, making her way down.

“Finally, my Aggie is up from her bed!” Colin hugged his daughter tightly.

Soon, they gathered around the tree, excitement building. Penelope handed out the gifts, starting with the ones from James. Agatha’s eyes lit up as she unwrapped a beautiful bracelet, and Elliott found a new set of guitar strings, something he had casually mentioned wanting.

The family took turns opening their gifts, sharing laughter and smiles. When it was time for Elliott and Agatha to present their gift to their parents, they both stood up. “We have a special gift for the best parents in the world,” Agatha said, handing the envelope to Penelope and Colin.

Colin opened it and read the contents aloud, a broad smile spreading across his face. “A private dinner at the new Italian restaurant! This is wonderful. I’ve wanted to take your mother out for some time. Now we have a date to set. Thank you, both of you.”

Penelope’s eyes shone with tears of joy. “Such a thoughtful gift. We’ll make sure to use it soon. Thank you, my darlings.”

*

After breakfast, the family got ready to leave for the annual Bridgerton family reunion.

“Elliott—are you decent?” Agatha knocked on his bedroom door.

Her brother was zipping up his guitar in its case. “More than decent.”

Agatha stepped inside and spoke. “I just wanted to thank you for your song. It meant a lot hearing those lyrics and that melody.”

“Did it make you feel better?”

Agatha nodded. “I’m much better, for sure.”

“I hope you figure things out soon, sis.” Elliott walked past Agatha. “It’s a shame to waste the time at hand.”

*

The 30-minute ride to Aubrey Hall was filled with cheerful chatter. Elliott was relieved that Agatha was in a better mood and even Colin and Penelope noticed the shift. Everyone hoped it would last until the entire weekend. Upon arriving at Aubrey Hall, Elliott and Agatha were greeted by a flurry of hugs from their cousins and welcome greetings from the older Bridgerton siblings.

The rest of the day was packed. Since the weather was unforgiving, all of their activities were held indoors—from a read aloud session done by their Aunts Daphne and Eloise for the younger children, a movie marathon planned by Aunt Hyacinth and Uncle Gregory, and a painting session by Uncle Ben. Bridgerton reunions were always like this as there were a lot of possible activities to do with endless participants; so a timetable was a must. Of course, all were invited, and no one was forced to sit and endure any of them.

Elliott shared his talents of singing and playing songs for his younger cousins. During his free time, he sat beside his Aunt Francesca on the grand piano. Both of them would play a song or two at the grand sitting room. Agatha didn’t plan to hold any activity so she was surprised when her Uncle Simon requested her to give a crash course in social media, highlighting the basics of creating accounts, posting, commenting, and even doing video shorts. Of course, she was happy to share her knowledge and got amused at the number of people in the library who attended. Even her parents were there!

With a packed afternoon, the twins were exhausted after dinner. Agatha was so beat that she begged to miss the romcom movie marathon that Uncle Gregory was raving about. She headed straight to the room she shared with Elliott and got ready for bed.

The night was rather chilly, so she searched her suitcase for a pair of socks. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find any. Of all the things to forget! Her eyes then focused on a small gift bag with her name on it lying free in her case—James’ Christmas present, the second one after the gift she had opened at home. Curious, she opened it and smiled. It was funny and sweet how he managed to give her exactly what she needed: fuzzy socks. They were the comfiest and cutest she had ever worn. Overwhelmed with feelings, she snapped a photo of her feet by the fireplace and opened her social media. She hadn’t posted anything for the holidays yet, so this would be her first. After writing a short grateful caption, she clicked POST and yawned. Yes, she was exhausted, but there was a warm feeling enveloping her chest tonight, extending all the way to her toes. She glanced at her feet once again and felt content. They were simple socks, but at that moment, they meant the world to her.

*

The next day

Agatha woke up feeling cold. She noticed she was shivering and her head was throbbing. Something was definitely off with her body.

"El-liott?" she called out weakly. "Are you awake?" She heard a rustle of sheets and a long groan.

"Hmmmmm?"

"Elliott, I don’t feel so well."

Still half asleep, Elliott got up from his covers and walked over to his sister’s bed, a few feet away. "What’s wrong?"

She opened her eyes. "There’s a lump in my throat, and my head hurts."

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently placed his hand on her forehead. "Agatha, you’re burning up!" He then felt her neck, confirming she was indeed warmer than the usual. Instinctively, he grabbed a jumper and put it on over his pajamas. "Stay put. I’m getting Mama and Papa." Agatha heard nothing else but the door opening and slamming shut.

A few minutes passed, new voices filled the room. "Aggie, Mama and Papa are here." She felt something flat against her forehead; it seemed to be a digital thermometer. "I'm taking your temperature, love." There were a couple of beeps from the device. "38.8°C. That’s moderately high," Penelope frowned.

"Shall we call for a doctor, Pen?" Colin asked softly, a worried look on his face.

Penelope didn’t answer immediately as she started examining her daughter’s flushed face. She noticed a reddish patch on her neck. "That’s strange." Penelope began removing the duvet wrapped around Agatha's body and continued scanning her arms and back. More unusual red spots were present. "Col, please get the doctor."

"I’m on it." Colin dialed a number on his phone as he left the room.

"Papa, I’ll come with." Penelope stopped Elliott before he could leave. "Elliott, I don’t think you can."

His face registered confusion and worry. "Why? I don’t feel sick, Mama."

"Yes, but if my suspicion is right, you eventually will," Penelope replied. "I think your sister has the chickenpox. She’s contagious to those who haven’t had it. I want the doctor to confirm."

Elliott's face showed a mix of shock and annoyance. "So, I’m going to be stuck in here with Aggie for the rest of the holidays?!"

Agatha slowly stirred in her bed and turned to face Elliott. "Oh, but it is my precious gift to you, dear brother."

Elliott slumped into the nearest chair. "I’m perfectly okay!"

Penelope sighed humorously before standing up. "I’m getting you both something to break your fast." She looked at her son, who was clearly frustrated by the turn of events. "Sorry, Elliott, but there’s no way you’re getting out of this. You’ve never had chickenpox, so I suggest you stay put."

"Merry Christmas, Elliott. Love ya, bro!" Agatha smiled before hiding under the duvet.

An hour or so later

The family doctor confirmed that the twins needed to be isolated for a few days since they had contracted the virus. During lunch, Aunt Daphne apologized and revealed that her youngest daughter, Caroline, had just recovered from the illness a week ago, raising concerns that the entire Bridgerton brood might have been exposed. For the rest of the day, no activities were held for those who had never contracted chickenpox, which was nearly half of the clan. They had to stay isolated in their rooms to avoid getting the virus.

While Agatha had mild symptoms, Elliott only developed some rashes on his legs. As a result, Penelope tended to her twins like a hawk, bringing them food and water, although it was only Elliott who still had an appetite.

“Aggie, dear, are you awake?” Penelope whispered and Aggie stirred lightly. She was somewhat awake but still sleepy from the fever medication. “I know you may be drowsy, but I’ve left some nibbles for you. When you feel better, please eat something.” Penelope brushed a few strands of hair off her daughter’s face before hearing light moans. “Rest well, love.” She kissed her head and turned to Elliott. “How are you, son?”

“I’m okay, Mama,” Elliott replied from the couch across their beds.

“Are your rashes itchy?”

“Not so much,” Elliott said, briefly checking. “I’ve put on some cream the doctor gave me.”

“That’s good.” Penelope gathered the empty tray of food. “Rest well, son. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mama. Good night.”

Penelope left the room and caught up with Colin, who was waiting at the hall. “Pen, how are they?”

“Could be better,” Penelope replied.

Back inside, Elliott checked on Agatha again and saw that she had already fallen asleep. He could hear her soft snores. He went to his bed to rest and grabbed his phone, sliding under the covers. He hadn’t checked his socials since the morning, and his notifications were piling up. There were a few unread messages from James, and he suddenly remembered he hadn’t updated him about the chickenpox.

James [10:10]: Bro, I got the goods: COD Modern Warfare III! Let’s play when you guys come back!

Elliott [20:15]: Sweet! Consider it done!

James [20:20]: You’ve been quiet today.

Elliott [20:21]: Aggie and I got the pox. Been stuck together the whole day in our room.

James [20:22]: WHAT WDYM? Chickenpox?!

Elliott [20:23]: Prolly got it from my younger cousin. I’m perfectly fine, only leg rash, but that’s it.

James [20:24]: Is she okay?

Elliott [20:25]: Yeah, Caroline is well.

James [20:26]: I meant, Aggie.

Elliott [20:27]: Oh. HAHA. Yes, she’s been nursing a fever and chills, so she’s KO'd the whole day.

James [20:30]: Hmmm. No wonder she hasn’t been replying to me.

James [20:31]: Does she need anything?

Elliott [20:33]: Like what?!

James [20:35]: IDK. Food? Meds? Mittens? Socks? Oatmeal bath bombs?

Elliott [20:36]: Oooh, are you gonna send US a care package?

James [20:37]: I thought YOU were feeling okay.

Elliott [20:36]: Did you see my comment last night? I think I need fuzzy socks too.

James [20:37]: Since when do you want to wear cute socks?

Elliott [20:38]: Since you gave my sister a pair and forgot about me.

James [20:40]: Please read that message again.

Elliott [20:41]: Is this how you’ll be with Aggie?

James [20:42]: WHAT

Elliott [20:43]: FR you care too much bro.

James [20:45]: Ofc I care about her! You just said she wasn’t feeling her best!

Elliott [20:47]: Yes. She isn’t. Anyway TYSM for the care package. Don’t forget to include those yummy chocolate-covered cookies, biccies, OR her fave red velvet cupcakes. Aggie loves any of those. Here’s the address of Aubrey Hall. You're welcome.

James [20:50]: GWS. Rest well.

Elliott [20:51]: NP. I’ll put in a good word for you. LOL

James [20:52]: Goodnight, Mr. Bridgerton.

*

The next day, around lunchtime, everyone except those sick or isolating gathered in the main dining room. With half the family present, the room felt quieter than usual. Violet tried to lift everyone's spirits, assuring them that things would get better in a few days. Having mothered eight children through chickenpox, she knew it wasn't something to be too upset about. Sure, the Bridgerton holiday activities wouldn't be the same without everyone there, but it will pass.

After the main dishes for lunch were served, dessert arrived in the form of ten boxes placed in the middle of the dining table.

“What are these? I’m not familiar with them,” Violet asked the maid.

“Lady Bridgerton, we believe these were sent as a gift,” the maid replied.

“Oh, well, who could have sent such wonderful treats?” Daphne opened one box. “Ten boxes of red velvet cupcakes?”

Colin opened one for his wife. Penelope peeped and saw a dozen beautiful little cakes lined up inside.

“A card came with the delivery,” the maid said, bringing the card to the Viscount.

“A particular James Parker sends these sweets to Agatha Bridgerton,” Anthony stated. “He wishes the family a healthy holiday break.”

Colin and Penelope exchanged knowing looks.

“James Parker sent these for Agatha?” Violet raised her brow. “Is he—“

“Courting our Aggie?” Anthony glanced at Colin and Penelope who sat across him.

Of course, Colin was first to respond. “I believe he expressed his admiration some time ago.”

“Admiration? This is more than that, brother!” Anthony replied.

“Good luck, James Parker!” Eloise chuckled.

"Mind you, family I've been very courteous and polite to the boy." Colin assured.

“And James is a good friend of the twins. He’s a really sweet boy,” Penelope explained. “It’s too bad Aggie’s still down with a fever. She would have loved these cakes.”

“Well, the lad sure knows how to work his way into my grand daughter’s heart,” Violet commented. “Sending sweets to her family, I like him already.”

“Mother, you haven’t even met the young lad,” Colin replied.

“And now I’m interested to do so,” Violet smiled.

Daphne eagerly shared the sentiment. “Well then, let’s make sure these cupcakes are not put to waste! Everyone, please have your fill.”

*

Two mornings later

As soon as Agatha opened her eyes, she felt much better. It was as if the headache she felt and the uncomfortable heat that enveloped her body was gone. She sat up and put on a robe while she examined Elliott who was very much snoring in his sleep. She brightened the lamp next to her bed before checking on her dead phone. She placed it on the wireless charger and waited for it to get about to 2%. Soon, the phone lit and her eyes widened when she realized that she had slept for a while—no make that an entire day or so. It was the second morning after she found out that she had chicken pox and it sure was a rush.

When her stomach grumbled, this prompted her to grab the ham and egg sandwich on the table nearby and eat. After three full bites, she poured some orange juice from the pitcher to an empty glass and gulped it in one go. She had finished one sandwich and contemplated whether she should eat another. However, her eyes fell on a familiar craft box of well-known red velvet cupcakes. Carefully, she peeped and saw ten cupcakes left. Elliott must have eaten two, she thought. She took one in her hand and savored a bite of the delightful cake. Happiness was an understatement and she couldn’t help but say, “I could eat this all day,” out loud, despite knowing her brother was still asleep.

Soon, she heard a slight knock on the door and her father’s head popped in the door frame. “Aggie? You're up!”

“Hello, Papa!” She whispered while still munching on the cupcake.

Colin entered and quickly checked on his daughter’s temperature, to his delight had gone back to normal.

“Is my temperature back to normal?” Agatha asked.

“Yes. How do you feel today?” Colin felt her neck this time with his hand.

“Much better for sure.” Agatha then sat on the chair.

“That is a relief.” Colin sighed. “We thought you were getting delirious when you just slept all day yesterday!”

“Did I? It felt like I was in a very long dream.” Agatha drank the last of bits of orange juice in her glass before placing it on the table.

“Your mother will definitely be pleased to know your appetite is back.”

“Papa, thank you so much for getting my favorite cupcakes.” Agatha grabbed another one.

“We didn't. James sent them over.” Colin stated.

Agatha paused before taking a bite. “He did?"

"And he sent a couple of boxes."

"A couple?" Agatha straightened her back.

"Okay, maybe around ten." Colin explained. "It was served for dessert the other day. Your grandma seemed to like the gesture."

"WHAT?! How did—“ Agatha's eyes widened.

Colin checked on his son who was fast asleep. “It must be this one’s doing.”

Agatha felt a wave of feelings coming back to her chest. It wasn’t the same warmth that she felt when she was battling fever. Rather, it was similar to the rays of the sun touching her skin during dawn. Yes, it felt like a comforting, warm hug. The thought came to her again: James had sent her favorite cupcakes so it was proper for her to thank him for the kind gesture. She quickly stood up, seemingly off-balanced and grabbed her phone from her night stand.

“Aggie, if your mother saw you just now! Please don’t exert yourself too much. You're still sick!” Colin lightly scolded his daughter. “And whatever is the rush?!”

“Sorry Papa, but I've been knocked out for days and I haven't thanked James for his kindness.” Agatha explained.

***

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News of Agatha's recovery spread quickly through the estate. Somehow, the cousins found a way for everyone to participate in the holiday activities via video calls. It was a good solution, given that the twins were inseparable. When Agatha saw the online chaos her twin had caused while she was incapacitated, she felt embarrassed, livid, and on the verge of losing it.

The two were still confined to their room on the fourth day, about to eat. Everyone else was having a pizza party that afternoon, and of course, Aunt Daphne sent them a pie to share.

“So, when are you going to speak to me?” Elliott asked while taking a slice.

“Elliott, you’ve been so messy on social media,” Agatha replied.

“I am not messy!” Elliott retorted. “Compared to everyone else, I’ve been very tame.”

Agatha knew Elliott was right. Their aunts and grandmother were unhinged, chatting and spilling so many hints and secrets publicly on social media. She couldn’t believe her Grandmum Violet would be bold enough to post such things.

“Plus, wasn’t it you who led that crash course?” Elliott reminded her. “This just proves how good of a teacher you are.” He grinned.

She silently cursed herself for sharing the basics. Who knew what else could happen now?

“Bridgertons learn fast!” He grabbed another slice. “Anyway, did you thank James?”

“For sending cupcakes, yes,” Agatha sighed. “For causing pandemonium in this family, no.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Elliott smiled. “I think the clan is merely excited about the prospect of us kids growing up, finally entering the dating stage, and getting romanced and stuff. Haven’t you noticed? Our aunts live for that stuff, especially Grandmum. Love is a drug for this family.”

Agatha stood up and walked towards her bed. “It’s just weird to be in the center of it. And I’m also worried about James.”

Elliott's brow rose. “Why would you be worried about him, dear sister?”

“He might get overwhelmed,” she admitted.

Elliott walked closer to her. “Aggie, are you finally admitting something to yourself?” Agatha heard his query, had an immediate answer, but chose to keep it to herself. “Your silence means a lot.” Elliott walked in circles. “Have you thought that maybe you’re given this quiet time to precisely figure things out? Not everyone is given such a convenient opportunity.”

Agatha bit her lip. “What if my friendship with James is ruined because of these feelings?”

“You’re both good people. I don’t think either of you would want to ruin your friendship just because you like each other and want to be more than friends,” Elliott explained. “And what’s with the what-ifs? You don’t know, Aggie. Nobody knows what could happen unless you take a step forward and try it out.”

“Try what out?!” Aggie looked taken aback.

“The romance thing!” Elliott shook his head. “Gosh, is this the pox virus talking, sister?”

“No—I thought—”

“Besides, it’s not as if you guys have done anything outside the realms of friendship, right? How would you know?” Elliott stated confidently. He was sure Agatha and James had behaved appropriately all this time. However, his statement made Agatha remember the kiss that James had planted on her cheek. Slowly, her face turned a light shade of pink, and Elliott saw her flushed face. “Agatha Bridgerton. What have you both done?!” Agatha avoided eye contact. “What did you guys do?”

Agatha grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. “NOTHING!”

Elliott’s face was smug. He couldn’t believe it. There was something. “No, THERE IS SOMETHING! What is it??! Come on, spill it.” He heard the few groans she made against the pillow. “Aggie—you’re going to give me a heart attack!”

She removed her face from the confines of her pillow. “He kissed me.”

“HE WHAT?!” Elliott’s eyes widened.

“—on the cheek!” Agatha clarified. “It was a kiss on the cheek.”

“WHEN???”

“The day before Christmas,” she admitted.

“WHAT?!”

“Under the mistletoe.”

“OH—I didn’t think you guys were so into that holiday tradition,” Elliott mused.

“His mom said it was. It just happened.”

“In front of Mrs. Parker too??!” Elliott sat down. It just kept on getting better. “Did you like it?”

She didn't reply, but her twin didn't need to probe any further; her reaction spoke louder than words. She tightly hugged her pillow again. There it was. She liked the kiss. If she didn't, she wouldn't have looked and acted so lost, dumbfounded, and giddy—all at once. Elliott knew then that his sister had fallen for his best friend, and he was glad.

*

*

Days later, New Year’s Eve

Finally, the twins were out of their confinement to everyone's delight, especially Agatha and Elliott. A week together in a room was more than enough for them, but now the doctor had cleared them of the virus. Colin and Penelope were happy, viewing it as a testament to the twins' bond—after all, they had been together for nine months long ago when they were babies, so a week together was nothing.

Everyone was glad they had all made it in time for the New Year countdown that Anthony had prepared for the family. It was a moment they all anticipated. Happy New Year greetings, hugs and kisses were exchanged by everyone as they celebrated the end of the year and the beginning of the next.

After the fireworks show, the twins joined the adult table with some of their aunts. They were enjoying wine, cheese, and lively conversation.

“We’re glad you’re feeling much better now, Elliott and Agatha,” Aunt Daphne smiled.

“How are you both?” Grandmum Violet asked, sitting between the twins.

“I’m good, Grandmum,” Elliott answered.

“And you, Aggie? You had it worse. Are you feeling much better now?” Violet asked.

Agatha smiled. “Much better, thank you!”

“At least you can spend a few more days with your cousins,” Aunt Kate remarked. “They missed you both. We all did. It’s definitely not the same without you.”

“Though I must admit, some of us did see each other online,” Elliott commented. “It’s amusing to see Bridgertons take over social media.” There were soft giggles and nods from his aunts.

“Your Uncle Anthony is still trying to convince me.” Aunt Kate replied.

“Oh, I myself find it very entertaining! It’s so much fun getting comments from family.” Grandmum Violet smiled. “By the way, Agatha, you haven’t followed me yet. I sent you a request.”

Agatha was amused. “You did? I’ll check it out later.”

“Yes! In fact, James Parker is already a mutual friend.”

Agatha almost choked. “Huh?!”

“You know, that boy who likes you,” Grandmum Violet said directly. “He sent those cupcakes the other day, right? I thanked him over chat and he’s a sweet boy. Very polite and well-mannered.”

Agatha felt her cheeks warm up. She tried to calm herself while nonchalantly brushing her long hair through her fingers. “Grandmum! Ask her if she likes him back!” Elliott grinned. “Go on!”

“Your father isn’t here anyway,” Aunt Eloise insisted. Penelope, sitting beside her best friend, merely shook her head, used to this type of banter from her in-laws.

Agatha gripped the chair slightly. “I—I—”

Grandmum gave her a sincere smile. “Agatha, this is your Grandmum who’s asking. I want you to be honest with me. Alright?” Agatha looked at her. “Do you like the lad?”

For the first time in front of her family, Agatha surrendered. “I—I do like him.”

“Awwww, Aggie!” Grandmum Violet wrapped her arms around her granddaughter. “You’re no longer a child!”

There was a sudden chorus of “Awwwwww” and “Ohhhhhh” from the family. Penelope clasped Eloise’s hand and sighed. “She’s no longer my baby girl.”

“Wait until Colin hears this!” Eloise snickered. “He’s going to faint.”

“Let him live for now,” Penelope agreed.

“See, the feeling is mutual,” Elliott announced. “This is why I wrote them that song.”

“You knew?!” Agatha sneered at him.

“Hey, when you’re the sibling and the best friend, of course you figure it out faster!” Elliott explained.

Aunt Eloise cleared her throat. “That I can agree with 100%, Elliott.” It was her turn to grip Penelope’s hand tighter.

Sometime around 1 AM, everyone called it a night and headed for some shut eye. Penelope made sure the twins took their medication before turning off the main light switch in their room. “Sleep well, both of you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She soon shut the door.

Elliott turned his phone to silent mode and checked on his sister. “Happy New Year, Aggie.”

“Happy New Year, Elliott,” she replied.

“Just so you know, I’m happy for you.” He was smiling at the ceiling. “And for James.”

Aggie placed her phone on the nightstand. “Thanks but he doesn’t even know yet.”

“Still, I’m happy for you both,” Elliott insisted and muttered, “Though Papa’s gonna flip first!”

Agatha snuggled next to her pillow. "He's not gonna flip!”

*

Days later, inside the car on the way home from Aubrey Hall

“Promise me one thing—”

“What, Papa?”

“That I won’t find out you’re together on social media.”

“It’s called hard or soft launching,” Elliott blurted out.

“What?!?” Agatha rolled her eyes as she sat behind her father, who was in the driver’s seat. “I haven’t even told him what I feel. You’re thinking way too far into the future, Papa.”

“I’m just saying, Agatha,” Colin explained. “That’s our request.”

“Of course. You and Mama will be the first to know,” Agatha sighed.

“Or maybe me,” Elliott smiled.

Colin stared at Elliott through the rearview mirror. “We will have our own discussion, Elliott.”

*

Soon, they arrived at their driveway and entered the house quite beat from the day.

“It’s nice to be home.” Penelope said as she entered their front door.

“Colin—the cases?”

“Got them, dear.”  He lugged them up the steps.

Agatha and Elliott followed with their bags. Penelope watched her twins head for the staircse. “You two can freshen up. Dinner will be ready in two hours!”

Agatha entered her room and decided to freshen up to keep her mind busy. If not, she would be consumed with thoughts of how to tell James about her newfound feelings. In the bathroom, she considered washing her face first. As soon as she closed her eyes, the image of James kissing her cheek appeared. She indulged in the memory for a moment before opening her eyes and seeing her reflection in the mirror. Should she take a cold shower instead? But that would mean being unclothed, and thoughts of that kiss would—no, erase that. What is wrong with her? No, the better question was, what is happening to her? He is a good friend whom she happens to like. That’s it. They shared an innocent mistletoe kiss on the cheek, and what else is there? She shook her head and took deep breaths. It wasn’t reassuring to have these thoughts alone, but here she was having them. What happens after she tells him that the feeling is mutual? What happens next? Maybe that’s why her father was cautious. Maybe he had already predicted the outcome?

She changed into a jumper and pajama bottoms as soon as she finished. Her next task was to pack for their trip back to the student dorms tomorrow. The Christmas holidays were over, and university life was about to resume. Although she hadn't brought much home, she did acquire some new clothes and items that needed to be packed. Next on her to-do list was checking her UniMag schedule for meetings and postings for the upcoming week. Since it was the new year, there would be obvious content slated for the season.

After reorienting herself, her final task before dinner was to catch up on her email inbox and messages. Over the break, she was grateful there weren’t too many emails, especially since she had been ill and couldn’t have dealt with a large number. However, her social media notifications were a different story. She had tons—both for the UniMag account and her personal one. She scrolled through most of them, skipping likes and comments from random followers. Yet, every time she saw a certain @ParkerJ21 user, she found herself clicking on it to see what he had to say.

There was one particular comment that she stared at for a time, in fact a bit too long.

While it was clear that James was referring to her cold feet and fuzzy socks, Agatha had an inkling that he was also hinting at something between them. Would they be a perfect fit? Could they be? Her thoughts were interrupted by three knocks on her door and Elliott’s voice calling, “AGATHA BRIDGERTON, DIN—NER!” She snapped out of her daze. Before thinking about whether they could be perfect fit, she needed to tell James her feelings first. That was the next thing to do.

***

Chapter Text

Agatha’s Journalism Class

The lecture hall buzzed with chatter as students discussed their planned project with their respective pairs. Dr. Henderson, the professor, is wrapping up his lecture. Agatha is sat between her roommate, Emma and another classmate. Her eyes busy move from the smart board to her notebook as she jots down the dates of submission.

“Alright, everyone. That wraps up today's discussion on investigative journalism. Don't forget, your third article is due next Monday.” Dr. Henderson paused. “And please make sure you're following the latest guidelines on citation. Any questions for me?”

“Dr. Henderson, could you clarify the word count for the article again?” Agatha asked from her seat.

“Should be between 1,500 and 2,000 words. Remember, quality over quantity. I want well-researched, compelling stories.” He replied.

“Got it, thank you.” Agatha wrote ‘1,500-2,000 words’ on her notebook page.

“Any more other questions? If not, you're free to go. Have a productive week and good luck with your articles!”

Everyone started to pack their things, including Agatha who gathered her things slowly, clearly with a lot on her mind. Her roommate, Emma taps her shoulder. “Hey, Aggie. You okay?”

“Just overwhelmed. Between the investigative article and all the UniMag work... It's our first week back after the break and I’m already drowning.”

“Yeah, I know it’s a lot. But you always manage to pull through. What’s on your plate for UniMag?”

“We’ve got the New Year’s feature, a spotlight on the debate team, and an interview with the new faculty member. And that’s just this week.”

Emma sighed. “Wow, that is insane. Can you delegate some of it?”

“I wish. As the intern, I can’t really make those decisions. Mostly, they land on my desk—er, email inbox. Plus with the holiday break, I feel like I’ve lost my rhythm.” Agatha explained.

She felt a pat on her shoulder. “You’ll find it. You always do. Maybe let’s take tonight off, get some rest, and start fresh tomorrow?”

“That sounds nice, but I’ve got a meeting with the UniMag team tonight. No rest for the wicked.”

Emma laughed. “Well, we are roommates. So, if you need a study buddy or someone to vent to, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, Em. I might take you up on that.”

Emma grabbed Agatha’s arm as they exited the hall. “Now, let’s get some coffee before your next meeting.”

“Coffee sounds like a lifesaver right now.”

Fifteen minutes later, Agatha is with her coffee cup. Emma is sat across her sharing her Christmas holiday. She was about to get to the juicy part of her story when her name was called by the barista. At the same time, Agatha’s phone buzzed with a message from James.

James [11:01]: Hey Agatha! How’s your first day back going?

Agatha [11:02]: Hey, I’m okay! Just super busy. What’s up?

James [11:03]: Nothing urgent, just wanted to catch up. When are you free?

Agatha remembered her packed schedule and felt the same wave of stress daunting yet again.

Agatha [11:05]: Quite swamped right now with classes and UniMag stuff. Starting to feel the burn.

James [11:05]: I understand. Maybe we can find a time that works for you. How about Friday?

Emma is back with her coffee order and a donut.

Agatha [11:05]: Maybe Friday? Not sure but I’ll let you know. My deadlines are piling up and I don’t want to keep you waiting.

James [11:06]: No worries, Agatha. I get it. We can chat whenever you’re free. Just let me know.

Agatha [11:07]: TY for understanding, James. I’ll do my best to make time.

James [11:07]: I’ll be here whenever you’re ready.

Agatha [11:08]: You’re the best.

James [11:08]: Anytime. Besides, I have Elliott to entertain. Take care.

Emma saw her roommate’s face show relief and guilt at the same time as she put her phone down. “Everything okay, Aggie? Who was that?”

“It’s James. He wants to meet up but I’m feeling so overwhelmed and I feel bad for pushing it off.”

“James is a good guy. I’m sure he understands.” Emma assured.

“He does. I just need to get through this week first.” Agatha sighed. She did want to deal with her feelings but her reality was proving to be more demanding than ever.

*

Later that afternoon

Elliott and James were at the University Gym, casually shooting hoops after a long day of classes.

“So, did you set up a time to meet with my sister?” Elliott passed the ball to James.

“Not yet. She said she’s really busy this week. We might have to put off the conversation for a while.” He threw the ball towards the hoop and it missed.

“Seriously?” James caught up with the ball. “I mean, how can she push this aside?”

“She’s got a lot on her plate, man. Classes, UniMag, deadlines. It’s not like she’s doing it on purpose.”

“One would think.” Elliott stated. “I don’t know. It feels like she’s avoiding the conversation. This is important as well.”

James put his hands on his knees to take a breather. “Look, I get it. It is important to set feelings straight. But there’s no rush. I can truly wait. I’d rather she be ready and not stressed out when we do talk.”

Elliott held the ball. “I just don’t want her to miss out because she’s overwhelmed. This isn’t something you push aside.”

“But if we force it now, it won’t end well. I also need her to be in the right headspace.”

Elliott attempted to pass the ball to his friend again but took a step back “Fine, but I won’t let her off the hook. She is my sister.”

“Elliott—“

“Do you still like her?” Elliott shot a look at him.

“Of course, I do!” James replied with conviction. “Now, pass the ball. Let’s give her some space. She’ll come around.”

“Agatha’s lucky there are no girls who take much of your time.” Elliott finally passed the ball.

James chuckled. “Yes, only an annoying twin.”

“James Parker, you’re too patient, you know that?”

“Maybe. But I believe that patience pays off.” James replied and released the ball in the hopes it would pass through the hoop. Thankfully, it did and he was glad.

“Three points!” Elliott cheered for him as he ran towards the ball. The two continued their game, the tension easing a bit as they focused on the sport.

*

Days later @ Elliott’s room, around 1245pm

Elliott was strumming along his guitar when he heard a light knock. Agatha peeks in, slowly scanning the room. “Elliot! Please save me!”

He looked at the door and stopped playing some notes. “Oh—it’s you. What’s up?”

“I need to borrow your trainers for PE class, which is starting in fifteen minutes.”

“What?! Where are your own trainers?”

“At home.” Agatha spotted her brother’s shoe rack. “Somehow—I forgot to pack them.”

Elliott noticed that she was just wearing socks. “Aggie, did you walk without shoes up the third floor?”

Agatha turned to him. “Huh? Yeah, I suppose so.” She grabbed the white trainers. “You’re not wearing these today, right?”

He saw the shoes she was referring to. “Don’t think so.”

“Right, these will do.” Agatha started to wear them. "I’ll return them as soon as my class ends."

“Aggie, when are you going to talk to James?” Elliott blurted it out—whatever was on his mind.

“Wait, is he here?” Agatha stood up, completely forgotten that she was in their dorm room.

“He’s not, though I’m sure he’s on his way back. We’re having a late lunch.” He observed his sister’s blank face. “Well?”

Agatha pursed her lips. “I know what you’re trying to say, Elliott. But I’m just swamped right now. I promise I will sort it out soon. Can you trust me on this?”

He started plucking the strings on his guitar. "Oh Miss Aga-tha, don't make promises..." He hummed into a song. "...you cannot keep."

“When have I—“ Agatha frowned. “Elliott, you know how I feel about James. Don't be so dramatic.“

“Fine, fine.” Elliott softened his expression a little, though he still looks concerned. “I trust that you won’t ruin my trainers as well?”

“You have my word. Thanks! I gotta go or I’ll be late for class!” Agatha said her goodbyes and quickly slammed the door behind her. She checked her watch and she had close to nine minutes to get to the University gym. Since she wasn’t really paying much attention, Agatha almost bumped into James, who was standing in the hallway. “Ooops! Sorry, James! My bad—wait, I’m going to be late!”

“Aggie?" It seemed like whiplash for James. Before he could even register her face he shouted, "Be careful!”

That evening @ Agatha’s room, around 830PM

Agatha collapsed face-first onto her mattress after stepping out of the shower. She was utterly exhausted. Her head felt like it was swelling, and her lower back ached. As soon as her last class ended an hour ago, she felt the headache coming on, so she decided to take a long, relaxing shower to ease her stress. Unfortunately, even after enjoying the steam and letting the water pour endlessly over her, the headache persisted. As she stepped out and started drying herself, it all made sense—her period had arrived. It was why she had been feeling so stressed, irritable, and generally awful over the past few days. How she hadn’t connected the dots sooner was beyond her.

“Aggie, are you okay?” Emma called from her desk nearby.

“I got my period,” Agatha replied, turning around and tightening her robe. “I completely forgot about it.”

“Oh, do you need a pad or a tampon?” Emma asked. “Some pain killers, perhaps?”

“I’m good, thanks, Em,” Agatha said, sitting up and leaning on her pillow.

Just then, a knock came at the door. Emma stood up and was surprised to see Elliott and James on the other side.

“Hi Emma, is my sister around?” Elliott asked.

“She is,” Emma said, opening the door wider to let them in. “But she’s—”

“Aggie, I’m here to get my trainers,” Elliott said, entering the room and noticing Agatha sitting on the edge of her bed in her bathrobe. “Or maybe I can just come back for them tomorrow?” He glanced behind him, wary that James might come in since Agatha wasn’t exactly presentable. Thankfully, he did not come inside and remained in the hallway.

“It’s okay, Elliott,” Agatha said with a smile. “Go ahead and grab your precious trainers.”

Elliott quickly grabbed his trainers and stuffed them into a shoe bag. As he looked back at Agatha, he noticed she wasn’t looking her best. “Are you okay, sis? Or are you feeling sick again?”

“Just tired,” Agatha replied. “Nothing a paracetamol and a hot pack can’t fix.”

Elliott, who had lived with her for eighteen years, was well aware of what she meant. He wasn’t ignorant about girls’ periods. “Oh, well I suppose I’ll leave you to rest then.” He nodded at Emma by the door. “Night, Emma.”

“Good night, Elliott,” Emma replied.

*

Minutes later

James [20:39]: Hey Agatha, just checking in. Hope you are feeling better!

Agatha [20:41]: Hi James. Thanks, I’m managing. Just tired and achy all over but I’ll survive.

James [20:42]: Maybe you should take it easy.

Agatha [20:43]: The painkillers and hot pack are helping for sure. I should be feeling better in a few days.

James [20:44]: Sorry. If I had known, I wouldn’t have been that pushy.

Agatha [20:45]: Believe me, I did not know as well.

James [20:46]: Just rest and don’t worry about me or Elliott. I’ll make sure he’s behaving.

Agatha [20:47]: Thanks. He’s unhinged I tell you. Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. My family can get crazy at times.

James [20:48]: But I happen to like your Grandmum. She’s super fun online!

Agatha [20:49]: And that’s why you shouldn’t have added her on socials, James!!

James [20:50]: It’s just social media, Aggie. I can live with her having fun over there.

Agatha [20:51]: Too much fun, if I am to be honest!

James [20:51]: Anyway, I won’t keep you from resting. You might want to tuck in early.

Agatha [20:52]: Oh, we can still chat though.

James [20:53]: Maybe for a few more minutes?

Agatha [20:54]: Thanks for being such a good person. I really mean it.

Agatha [20:55]: And most especially for being extra patient with me.

James [20:55]: I’m not here to push you, Agatha.

Agatha [20:56]: I know. I really owe you a long face to face conversation and I will get to it soon.

James [20:57]: I’m just here, Aggie. A few floors up and a message away.

*

@Elliott’s room

“So, are you and Mama on your way home?” Elliott asked. He was on the phone with his father since he had rang him up out of nowhere.

“Not—not as of this moment. We’re—planning to get some—creamy cakes—for dessert.” He heard his father whisper. “Pen, not here.”

Elliott was sure he heard his mother’s giggle. “Is Mama okay? Is everything fine?”

“Yes!” Colin answered abruptly.

“She’s not tipsy isn’t she???!” Elliott blinked twice. He couldn’t figure out the situation at hand. He listened closely and he heard fumbling noises. “He—llo? Hel—lo??” Elliott stared at his phone for a few seconds to check if the line had been cut but it wasn’t. “Papa? Are you there?” After a few seconds, he heard his mother’s voice. “Elliott—have you—have you eaten dinner, my dear?” Penelope asked.

“Dinner was hours ago." Elliott explained. "Mama, why do you sound so breathy?”

“Do I?” She tried to compose herself. “Oh, maybe it’s just the champagne.”

Elliott thought about her answer for a second and kept quiet. “How many glasses have you had?”

“Just enough.” His mother replied.

“Alright—I think I better go.” Elliot stated. “Please tell Papa to lock his phone so he doesn’t accidentally call people out of the blue.”

“Consider it done. Goodnight, dear!” Penelope chirped.

“Goodnight!” Elliott clicked the END button and stared at his phone. What kind of phone call was that? Everything about it was all so very strange.

*

***

Chapter Text

The next day proved to be a challenge for Agatha as her body experienced the worst period cramps she had ever felt in her eighteen years. Her lower back throbbed, her lower pelvis was borderline numb, and strangely, the painkillers she usually took didn't help at all. The only thing that provided comfort was the hot pack on her abdomen. Maybe heat does combat pain, she thought.

Elliott knew it was best to avoid her when she was experiencing her period every month. Agatha was amused at how attentive he was to her needs during this time and that would be in the form of him not bothering her. Instead, he instructed James to bring food takeaways to her room, which Emma prepared ever so kindly. Agatha was very grateful for her roommate. She woke her up at certain hours to remind her to eat, take her medicine, and frequently checked on her hot pack, which needed reheating. If not for her tending, Agatha wouldn’t have been able to sit up the next morning.

“How are you?” Emma asked.

“Much better,” Agatha replied as she drank her tea.

“I noticed this month’s pretty bad. You usually don’t have it this tough,” Emma stated.

“Yeah—my mother said it’s probably my immune system. It’s still recovering from the pox, and now this. Hence, she demanded I have stay put today. She’s going to call on me to check if I’m really in here.” Agatha sighed. “Oh well. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?”

“Well, on the brighter side—it’s a good thing it’s your free day today.”

“Yeah, but I missed my classes yesterday so that’s that.” Agatha smiled.

Emma laughed. “Right. Well, I’m going to class. You sure you can handle things on your own? I won’t be back until seven o’ clock tonight. I’ve got four classes with a Law lecture that’s gonna take forever to end.”

“Pretty sure, Ems. The pain has subsided anyway.”

“Okay, I’m just a message away.” She glanced at her roommate who sat on the edge of her bed. “My classes are all in the Harper building, which is just next door. If you need anything, anything at all—I can run back. I may have short legs like you but I can sprint when need be.”

“Emma, go attend your classes!” Agatha nodded. “You’ve done enough.”

Emma grabbed her jacket and headed out of the room. “Update me, Aggie!”

As soon as she left, Agatha stood up to bring the tray from her bed onto the sink. Then, she headed to the bathroom to take a shower. As she scrubbed her body, she thought about the past few weeks. As if being sick with chicken pox wasn’t enough, now she had to endure a new intensity of period pain? She got out of the shower feeling refreshed and content. Drying her hair and putting on a clean batch of clothes, she vowed to tick off some things from her to-do list, starting with her article for UniMag, without pushing herself too much.

Two hours later, Agatha was surprised to find herself writing the last sentence of her UniMag article. It was done! She attached the file to an email and sent it to her supervisor for revisions and feedback. Agatha was in good spirits so early in the day. She thought of rewarding herself with some fast food—nuggets and chips sounded exciting after having been limited to soups and noodle dishes recently. Just as she was about to finalize her order, she heard a knock on the door. Opening it, she saw James holding a brown paper bag with the letter "M" on it.

“I bring sustenance,” he announced.

She grinned and let him in. “How did you—I was just about to—“

“I’m psychic,” he replied as he stepped in, and she shut the door.

“10-piece nuggets and chips with sweet & sour dip,” James plopped the bag on the table and turned around. “Sorry, I forgot the ice cream, though.”

Agatha immediately opened the bag and started munching on her greasy food. “Thank you! I owe you my life.”

“Just get better, okay?” He examined her state and was a bit satisfied that she was able to stand and joke around.

“Hold on, you didn’t get food for yourself?” Agatha fumbled with the nuggets dip, but her greasy fingers made it hard. James grabbed the dip and some tissue and easily removed the lid.

“I’m not hungry yet,” James replied before handing her the dip. “Besides, I’m trying to avoid unhealthy food.”

“And yet here you are enabling me,” Agatha smiled.

“You know I care about you, Agatha.”

He did care about her. She felt it. She had been feeling and witnessing it ever since she could remember. “Yeah, I do,” she whispered. “Which is why I am grateful for you. You’ve always been the person I knew I could count on. Always dependable. Always kind. Always caring. I think I’ve always known, but it’s hard to see it when you do the same for my twin brother!”

James scoffed. “I do not see Elliott the same way! I, for one, do not want to kiss him.”

At that moment, Agatha stopped breathing for a second. “Fair enough.”

“Agatha, since we’re on the topic, are you saying—“

“I like you, James,” she beat him to it. “As a friend—and I’d like to be more.”

It was James’ turn to stop breathing, and he locked eyes with her. “Really?”

She nodded slowly. “Really.”

He gave a huge smile, which made her smile in return. The relief she felt was sudden, but she had finally welcomed it, and it felt more than great.

James stood up from the chair. “Oh my god, Aggie—I thought you were ending that with ‘as a friend!’ You’re going to be the death of me!”

She stood up and gave him a warm embrace. “Please don’t die yet. I’d like to date you first.”

James wrapped his arms around her. “That we can do.”

Aggie buried her head in his chest and inhaled his scent. “I like how you smell.”

James realized that this was the first time she had been this close to him. She was so near, but he wanted them to be closer. He slowly brushed her chin up with his finger and paused. “Aggie, can I— kiss you?” She couldn’t resist, but she didn’t answer either. Instead, with pupils dilated, she nodded ever so eagerly. Her response made James come closer and allowed their lips to meet for the very first time. It was soft, innocent, and sweet—thanks to the nuggets dip, of course.

After their first kiss, there were more smooches on the couch and by the kitchen counter, but they didn’t dare attempt to kiss on her bed, wary of where that might lead. After all, they had just confessed to each other that they were willing to be more than friends, so there was no need to rush things today. Surprised at how quickly time had passed, James realized he had a class that he needed to attend. Though it was clear he didn't want to leave her, Agatha insisted so she could also be productive for the remaining bit of the day.

“I’ll be back to see you after class!” he said with a giddy smile. “Wish me luck on my test!”

“You have a test? You could have reviewed for it while waiting instead of—you know, kissing—me!”

“My time with you is worth more than studying PR concepts.” James gently touched her cheek. “If you’re feeling better later, we can get that ice cream I forgot about.”

“Don’t you have a game to play with Elliott?” she asked, crossing her arms as he stood near the door.

“Elliott can wait. He needs more practice with patience anyway.” James waved to her as he walked away. “I’ll see you later!”

*

*

For some reason, Agatha was able to finish her Investigative Paper, nearing the 2,000-word limit. Granted, she had started on it days ago, but she still surprised herself with her writing abilities. Maybe she didn't give herself enough credit, but by the time four o’clock came around, she had completed the paper, including double-checking her references. She saved her work on the cloud in case something happened to her laptop and called it a day. Ticking off two major writing pieces from her To-Do list with plenty of time to spare felt amazing! And to think, when she woke up this morning, she dreaded looking at the tasks she had to accomplish. She thought about what was different today, and honestly, the only thing was that James now knew about her feelings for him. How strange that being released from such emotions could empower her otherwise. Indeed, the truth shall set one free—or in this case, the truth shall make her more productive! Agatha was beaming as she messaged James to let him know that they could have their ice cream dessert after all.

Ice cream truck, around 5pm

The line was long since the truck was having a “buy one, get one” promo that afternoon. James clasped Agatha’s right hand under her loose shacket, conveniently hidden from anyone’s probing eyes. They were very smug about the way they were touching each other and couldn’t even control their giddy selves. It felt like dream to hold each other's hand. Agatha wondered why they have never tried doing so earlier while James savored the moment.

He bent closer to her ear and whispered, “I never realized how tiny your hand would be until I held it.” Agatha attempted to tug her hand away, but he grasped it even tighter. “Don’t you dare, Agatha. I’m merely stating an observation.” His hand enveloped hers so completely that even if she tried to move her thumb, he would still manage to clasp it fully.

“Yours feels a bit rough though. You know, a perfect remedy is my hand cream. It’ll be softer to touch,” she teased.

James smiled at her. "If you're going to hold my hand all the time, sure give me the best hand cream you've got."

They took a step forward in the queue, and soon it was their turn to give their orders. "Hello, we'll have two scoops of..." James tugged Agatha's hand but she was distracted in toying her fingers with his. 

"Huh--oh--" She giggled. "Um, chocolate swirl and strawberry for me please!"

*

@Elliott’s room

Elliott stared at the new photo the James had uploaded on his socials. It was obvious that it was Agatha’s arm basing it on the ring and beaded bracelet. The two were currently together no doubt at this very second and James chose to ditch their game to spend time with her. While on any other circumstance he would consider this a breach to the bro code, he knew Agatha and James needed this time to have the conversation—for everyone’s sake. It had long been overdue and he himself was getting impatient. Too bad his best friend was the master of patience when it comes to his sister.

Elliott was about to start playing The Witcher when his phone rang. He saw his father’s name on the screen and wondered if this was a fluke call like the other day. He waited a couple of rings before he answered.

“Elliott?”

“Papa, are you calling?”

“What else am I doing?” Colin asked.

“Just wanted to make sure that this wasn’t like the other call you made.”

“Which call?”

“You know, where Mama was a bit tipsy and breathy and I couldn’t get a decent sentence from you two—“

“Oh that—forget about that, son.” Colin cleared his throat. “Your mother and I were too tipsy with the wine at the restaurant.”

“Riiiiggghhtt.” Elliott replied, still confused at that incident. “Anyway, what’s this call about?”

“Oh, I wanted to ask about modern dating trends.”

Elliott paused. “What?”

“You know, what do kids like you do on dates.” Colin explained. “It’s research for the new novel I’m doing.”

“Papa, please don’t ask me such questions. You know I am not currently dating right now.” Elliott explained. “Maybe you should ask Agatha.”

“Why would I ask your sister?” Colin wondered. “Does she need to tell me and your mother something—“

“I don’t have the answer to that yet. But based on what I see on social media—“ Elliott paused. “There are things left unspoken.”

“Interesting.” Colin muttered. “When you see your sister tonight, can you tell her that she needs to call me as soon as possible?”

“Why? Do you think James and Agatha are together? What if they’re physically together but not together together?”

"Physically together and together together are two different things?" Colin had to clarify.

Elliott leaned back on his chair. “It was Grandmum Violet who asked the same thing and she did not get a reply the last time I checked.”

“What are you talking about? When did your Grandmum ask that?”

“Oh—I see, you’re not friends with the right people on socials. No wonder you’re not in the know.”

“Elliott, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Colin paused. "Wait, who are these right people?"

“Oh Papa, there is a reason why Grandmum is the MVP and you’re not.” Elliott joked.

"Maybe if you tell me what you know, I can beat Grandmum to it." Colin stated.

"Oohhh, but that involves a lot of analysis and wise speculation." Elliott remarked. "Maybe we can arrange a trade. I may need a new guitar pick soon!" 

"Elliott Bridgerton, I am not falling for this again!" His father's voice was so loud that Elliott had to move the phone away from his ear. 

***

Chapter Text

The next morning, Agatha woke up feeling the complete opposite of how she had felt twenty-four hours earlier. She was giddy, lightheaded, and full of happy feelings. These emotions made her forget how sick she had been and how incapable she felt of finishing her tasks. It was a new sensation, one she had never experienced before.

Agatha had never considered taking any crushes seriously, as she was always preoccupied with books and writing. The different types of romance she encountered in books had not prepared her for the way she felt with James, and even today, she still couldn’t fully comprehend it.

“You told him, didn’t you?”

Agatha snapped out of her trance and saw Emma smiling from ear to ear. “Huh?”

“I saw how you two were behaving last night.”

“How were we behaving last night?” Agatha sat up on her bed.

Emma sat beside her roommate. “Like two idiots in love.”

“Emma! We aren’t in love!” Agatha touched her cheeks.

“NOT YET!” Emma laughed.

“We only agreed to be more than friends,” Agatha shyly replied.

Emma grabbed Agatha’s left arm. “Aggie! You’re basically girlfriend and boyfriend then!”

Agatha stared at her for a second. “No, we’re not!”

“Did you guys hold hands?”

Agatha leaned on Emma’s shoulder and said nothing, feeling embarrassed.

“You did, didn’t you?”

Agatha nodded before adding, “We also kissed.”

Emma’s jaw dropped. “AGATHA!”

“What?! Were we not supposed to?”

“In our room?”

“He kissed me first,” she replied sheepishly. “Oh, don’t ask any more questions, Em! Now that I think about it, I’m too embarrassed to answer any of them.”

“Wow, you two move quickly!” Emma commented. “But, I’m happy for you, Aggie. For James too. You make a cute couple.”

"It's not yet official."

*

“Hi, Papa. I’m sorry I’m only getting back to you now. My first class ended ten minutes ago, and I just got back to my dorm room.” Agatha spoke to her father, who was on a video call.

“It’s fine, dear,” Colin replied. “I’m just glad you called.”

“Is there a reason you wanted to talk?” Agatha sat on the beanbag on the floor. “We’re seeing each other this Sunday for Grandmum Violet’s birthday, right?”

“I wanted to check on you. You were feeling ill this week.”

Agatha smiled. “I’m good now. All good.” She gave him a thumbs up, but her father didn’t seem amused. “Papa, what is it? Why are you so serious?”

“Aggie, I want you to be honest with me.”

“I am,” she insisted. “I’m back to my normal energy.”

“Remember when we were in the car, driving back from Aubrey Hall? We were discussing social media—?” Colin’s face was serious, though he tried his best to remain calm and open.

“Is this about my promise to you and Mama?” Agatha asked.

“Did you forget about it?”

“No, I remember what I promised you both,” Agatha replied. “Don’t worry so much about it.”

“So, it hasn’t happened yet?”

Agatha shifted her eyes. “James and I are still getting to know each other—as more than friends.”

Colin furrowed his eyebrows. “Aggie, I may have a different understanding of that concept. Please enlighten me and clear it up.”

“We talked yesterday and then we had some ice cream,” Agatha explained. “That’s it.”

“So you were physically together, not together together?”

Agatha bit her lip for a second. Hearing that from her father was humorous. “What are you—yes, we were physically together yesterday, but we’re not together together if you know what I mean. I can’t believe my father is asking me this!”

“I have much to learn, my daughter. Much to learn,” Colin said.

“You can breathe. We are not boyfriend-girlfriend yet.”

Colin sighed in relief and Agatha gave out a laugh. “You’re so hilarious, Papa.”

Archives section @Uni Library, around 1230pm

James scooted beside Agatha on the couch and lowered his voice. “I can’t believe how quiet it is here. You picked a great spot to get some work done.”

“It’s a favorite spot of mine,” Agatha smiled at him before turning to her laptop. “I always feel more productive here.”

James relaxed on the couch. “You keep being productive while I rest my eyes.”

Agatha glanced at him, stifling a giggle since they were in the quietest area of the library. “Sweet dreams.”

“Already living my dream,” James muttered with a smile.

Agatha heard his comment and shook her head.

*

Half an hour later

Elliott arrived at the Archives section of the library, quietly tiptoeing toward his sister and his best friend, who were seated on the corner couch. He grabbed his bag and stomped in their direction. Soon, he stood in front of them, and Agatha met his eyes. He lowered his voice, conscious of the other students he might disturb. “Okay, I’m here. Let’s go for lunch.”

“Oh, Mr. Bridgerton. Nice of you to join us,” Agatha said, closing her laptop and placing it in her bag.

James stirred, opened his eyes, and cleared his throat. “Finally, I was beginning to think you were ditching lunch.” He stood up slowly and stretched his arms. “I’m famished.”

“Let me make this clear, Aggie—you’re joining me and James,” Elliott said, hands on his hips.

“I thought the early bird gets the worm,” Agatha stood up and walked past her brother.

“Well, what if the bird doesn’t like worms?” Elliott argued and caught up with her.

“Birds are omnivores. Recall your Science lessons, Elliott.”

“Birds can make choices, Agatha,” he replied, quite annoyed.

James sighed. “How did we get from lunch to birds?”

*

@ Student cafeteria

“Are you together together?” Elliott's eyes darted from Agatha to James and back again. He sat across from them as they ate their food. “Well? Won’t any of you answer me?”

“We’re not.” Both of them spoke at the same time.

Elliott's head twitched. “Really? You’re not in some covert operation in front of family?”

Agatha sighed. “We’re getting to know each other better—as more than friends.”

“That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“Is it?” James asked.

“Is it not?” Elliott leaned back in his seat. “Have you held hands?”

“Are we really getting into specifics?” James sat up straight, worried about where this interrogation might lead. “It’s just been a day.”

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for, so I’ll ask again: have you held hands?”

The two nodded slowly.

“Interesting.” Elliott paused. “Have you kissed—and I don’t mean the mistletoe kiss you both shared before Christmas.”

The two nodded again—hesitantly.

“Once?” Elliott blurted.

The two shook their heads.

“Twice?”

The two looked at each other and then quickly avoided each other’s glances.

“Thrice?” Elliott was stopped the interrogation. “It’s been a day, guys!”

“We controlled ourselves!” James argued.

“Clearly.” Elliott replied sarcastically. “But I suppose you want to do more.”

James tried to calm his friend. “Elliott—please. This is becoming uncomfortable. We are taking it day by day. There’s no need to freak out.”

“Fine.” He placed the used napkin on the tray. “I am happy for you both. But can I make a tiny request?”

“What is it?” Agatha asked, curious.

“Can you please spare my dorm room from your hanky panky stuff?”

James scoffed. “But, we’re roommates!”

“Exactly!”

“What?! James!” Agatha shot a look at him before reacting with disgust at her brother. “Elliott!”

“It’s a tiny request, so I don’t know why you’re so riled up. At this point, we need to set some healthy boundaries to function well in this space we share.” Elliott picked up his tray. “So, I’ll meet you guys outside in five? We are still watching the documentary in our dorm room, right?” He gave the two a knowing look before stepping away to return his tray.

*

That evening @ Bridgerton House

“Are you still bothered, Colin?” Penelope asked as she brushed her hair, watching him pace from her dresser.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel, Pen,” Colin confessed. “I know our children are adults now, but—”

“But what? They are good kids. James is kind and very likable. So, I don’t know why you’re so worried.”

Colin stopped and moved beside his wife. “I just want to protect her, that’s all.”

“And you’ve been doing that ever since she was born.” Penelope clasped her hands with his. “You have to trust your daughter, Colin.”

“I trust her, Pen.” He looked at Penelope’s reflection in the mirror. “But you know how guys behave—”

Penelope shook her head. “Correction, I knew one guy.”

Colin leaned on her petite shoulder. “—and I  wasn’t really a stickler for rules.”

“James is not like you.” Penelope replied. “And I mean that both in the best and worst way possible, because there’s no other way to say it.”

“He is respectful and courteous,” Colin reflected. “But I worry about other things.”

Penelope widened her eyes. "Colin!"

"Guys behave differently than girls!"

“What if we extend him the invitation to your mum’s birthday on Sunday? It may be the perfect time to see them together. You know, see how their dynamics work, chat him up…”

Colin sat up. “James Parker with the Bridgertons? I already see Agatha rolling her eyes at us.”

"Well, if this is for the long run she won't have any choice now does she?" Penelope did have a point.

*

*

The next morning, over at the Family GC

CBridgerton [09:30]: Pen, I bringing the car to to have it washed. Will be back in an hour or so. 💛

PBridgerton [09:33]: Okay. Drive safely. Love you! 💛

CBridgerton [09:34]: Love you! 💛

PBridgerton [09:37]: @Elliott @Agatha Are you awake?

Elliott [09:45]: @PBridgerton Awake and about to go to class, Mama.

PBridgerton [09:47]: @Elliott Okay have a good one

Agatha [09:47]: @PBridgerton Still in bed. 🛌🏼

PBridgerton [09:50]: @Elliott @Agatha It’s about Grandmum Violet’s birthday ball on Sunday

Agatha [09:52]: About that…Mama, can you bring my dress and shoes? I will be coming from Uni since I have a meeting Sat evening. I may need to be picked up at the student dorm, if possible.

PBridgerton [09:55]: Can we pass by for you early? Like around 8?

Elliott [09:57]: OMG WHY THAT EARLY 🤷🏼‍♂️

PBridgerton [09:58]: @Agatha Will confirm the time with your father first

Agatha [10:00]: Thanks, Mama.

Agatha [10:01] @Elliott USE YOUR READING SKILLS BRO 🤦🏼‍♀️ 

Elliott [10:03]: @Agatha SNEAKING TO READ WHILE MY PROF SNORES SHEESH

Agatha [10:05]: @Elliott IF HE CATCHES YOU SAYONARA TO YOUR PHONE PRIVILEGES

Elliott [10:06]: @Agatha EW SO HIGH SCHOOL UNI PROFS DO NOT CARE

PBridgerton [10:10]: Also, I forgot to tell you, we invited James on Sunday.

Agatha [10:12]: WHAT 👀 👀

Elliott [10:12]: WHAT  😏

PBridgerton [10:14]: Your father and I thought it would be a good way for the fam to get to know him, since Agatha and him are getting to know each other with the intention of dating. Grandmum Violet is thrilled to meet him.

Elliott [10:15]: GOOD LUCK JAMES 🫡

Agatha [10:16]: Mamaaaaaaa!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Agatha [10:16]: He wont be prepared for the party! He’ll need a tux for it! 😭😭😭😭

Elliott [10:17]: I can lend him one of mine.

PBridgerton [10:18] Problem solved. Thank you @Elliott!

Elliott [10:19]: We aim to please! 😊

Agatha [10:20]: I’m thinking maybe I should skip Grandmum Violet’s party.

PBridgerton [10:21]: And cause her heartbreak? Don’t you dare. It’s her special day!

Elliott [10:22]: Exactly. Why would you want to make her sad on her special day???

Agatha [10:23]: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN CLASS 😠

Elliott [10:24]: I AM IN CLASS 😅

PBridgerton [10:25]: @Elliott Be a dear and listen to your lecture

Elliott [10:26]: FINE 😒

Elliott [10:27]: @Agatha I’ll let James know he’ll have to get prepped for this weekend

Agatha [10:27]: @Elliott YOU DO YOU BRO 

Elliott [10:28]: @Agathat Do you want me to inform James what time we’ll be meeting for lunch? 😚😚😚

Agatha [10:29]: @PBridgerton Elliott is being annoying again 🐜🐞🪲🕷

PBridgerton [10:30]: @Elliott Stop bugging your sister

Agatha [10:31]: I’m going to take a long shower

PBridgerton [10:32]: Have a good day, darling @Agatha Love you 😘

Agatha [10:32]: I love you too Mama 😊

CBridgerton [10:45]: What did I miss? @PBridgerton 💛

PBridgerton [10:46]: @CBridgerton Scroll up dear 💛

***

Chapter Text

Thursday @ Social Media

*

Sunday @ Aubrey Hall, 5:30PM

The grand ballroom of Aubrey Hall was illuminated with the soft glow of chandeliers, casting a warm, inviting light on the elegantly dressed guests. Grandmum Violet, regal in a lavender gown, stood near the entrance, greeting each guest with a gracious smile. Most of her family had already arrived, apart from Colin’s, whom she expected any minute. She was particularly excited to meet the plus one in their party, whom she had only known through online interactions.

Sometime later, Violet’s eyes lit up as she saw Colin and Penelope entering through the main door. “Mother, wasn’t expecting you at the door?” Colin was surprised to see his mother eagerly standing by the door.

“I’m patiently waiting for your family, of course!” she replied.

Usually, she would be mingling with her guests, but tonight was different. “Violet, you look stunning! You do not look a day older than 39!” Penelope exclaimed.

“Penelope, I’m so glad you got my jest in the invite! Many people asked if there was an error!” Violet laughed, giving Penelope a kiss on the cheek.

“Most people don’t get our humor, Mother,” Colin reminded her. “Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy your night.”

“Thank you, my dearest!”

“Grandmum!” Elliott’s voice boomed as he towered behind his mother. “I didn’t know you’d be matching with me tonight!”

“My dear, Elliott!” Violet gave her grandson a warm hug and whispered, “A dark violet velvet tux? Such a cheeky choice, I see.”

“Anything for your special day, Grandmum!” He gave her a kiss before turning towards the two people Violet had been anticipating. Her eyes sparkled with genuine delight as she saw Agatha and the lovely lad she assumed to be James walking next to her.

“James!" Violet exclaimed, extending her hand. “Welcome! I'm so glad you could join us."

James took her hand respectfully. "Thank you for having me tonight, Lady Bridgerton. It's an honor to be here on your birthday."

"Please, call me Violet. We're all family here tonight," she said warmly, her gaze shifting to Agatha with a knowing smile.

Agatha gave her a warm hug. “Happiest Birthday, Grandmum. Thank you for having us!”

“Oh, my night is now perfect,” Violet remarked. 

*

The party truly began when guests were invited to gather around in the middle of the grand ballroom. Elliott, clutching the mic stand, stood in front of everyone with The BaroqQuartet, one of his grandmother’s favorites, sat behind him. Violet’s eyes glistened with anticipation as she watched her grandson prepare.

“Good evening, my name is Elliott Bridgerton, one of Violet Bridgerton’s grandsons. I’d like to formally welcome you to her 70th birthday celebration.” Soft cheers came from the crowd. “Grandmum, I know you don’t usually see me wearing such a fancy tux such as this, but I told myself, hey you only turn 70 once, so why not?” Violet gave him a cheeky smile from where she stood. “Violet Bridgerton once told me that life is better when love abounds, and that has stuck with me for eighteen years. I wish you many more wonderful years ahead, Grandmum. So tonight, all my songs are a testament to your love for life and our family. As we celebrate you, I hope you feel the love we have for you in more ways than one. Happiest Birthday, Grandmum. Yours, Elliott.” He ended his introduction into the microphone and soon, the strings started to play their first chords.

He sang a medley of heartfelt songs, and the ballroom fell silent, captivated by his genuine emotion and talent. Colin and Penelope beamed with pride as their son captured everyone’s attention with his beautiful voice. “I’m proud of us, Pen,” Colin whispered.

“For what?” Penelope asked, a bit of confusion on her face.

“We made that boy!” Colin replied with a smug look.

Penelope laughed. “We sure did, Colin.”

Nearby, Agatha held onto James’ arm as they watched Elliott eagerly from the sidelines. They both knew he had been rehearsing with the string quartet for almost a week, juggling it with schoolwork. This was his moment to shine. “Won’t you be taking a video of this for posterity’s sake?” James wondered. “He looks different with that velvet tux on.”

“Nah, this isn’t work. Besides, there’s an official videographer for that anyway.” She pointed to a team working that night. “Maybe you should get some shots—since you’re the President of Elliott’s fan club?” she teased.

As for the birthday girl, there were moments when Violet found herself wiping away tears from her eyes and cheeks. Her chest swelled with appreciation, love, and most of all, pride for her grandson's beautiful tribute. Beside her stood Benedict, her second son, who was equally emotional after every song Elliott sang. After the last one, he shouted the loudest, BRAVO, ELLIOTT! BRAVO!” from the crowd.

*

Dinner service was next, and with around two hundred guests present, tables were spread throughout the room and spilled onto the outdoor verandas. Most of the Bridgerton siblings sat with their own families at tables of ten, while the rest of the guests filled the remaining spots.

As evening progressed, Anthony and Benedict sat at Colin’s table. James and Elliott were present, while Agatha and Penelope had excused themselves to freshen up.

Anthony, the eldest, eyed James with a mix of curiosity and protectiveness. "So, James Parker," he began, his tone somewhat friendly but firm. "How long have you known our Agatha?"

James, sensing the underlying tension, responded carefully. "We've been friends for some time, but recently we've gotten closer.”

“Some time? More like since we were ten,” Elliott clarified.

“Eight years? Why haven’t we seen you at any of our family events?” Anthony probed.

Benedict chimed in, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “You say you’ve gotten closer, you say? Exactly how close?”

“Anthony—Benedict, please.” Colin glanced at his brother and then at James, who looked as if he wanted to disappear from where he sat.

“What’s wrong with my query?” Benedict shrugged.

Colin placed a reassuring hand on James' shoulder. "Give James a break. He's here to enjoy the evening, not to endure a Bridgerton interrogation.”

Anthony grinned. “Fine. But we shall have some time later tonight to properly probe your intentions.” He looked at James.

“Yes, I’m up for more probing,” Benedict added. 

Elliott pitied his best friend, so he decided it was time to save him this evening. “Uncles, don’t you have some game to play with Uncle Simon, Uncle Gareth and Uncle Gregory?”

And just like that, the nosy brothers remembered their promised game and left the table. Colin shook his head with amazement. He almost forgot how Bridgertons do not back out from card games. 

"Just how many uncles do you have?" James asked.

"Way tooo many." Elliott put his arm around his shoulder. “Worry not, you’ll eventually get used to them.”

*

Meanwhile, Penelope and Agatha spent some time in the powder room, away from the guests. They were in a different wing of the estate, one that the family was more familiar with. Penelope watched her daughter come out of the cubicle. “Mama, can you close my zipper?”

“Sure, darling.” Penelope stood behind Agatha and closed the clasp of her dress. “All done.”

“Thanks.”

“How are you, Agatha?” Penelope asked gently. “You’ve been through a lot these past few weeks, first getting sick with the pox and then your cramps.”

“I know, but I’m really better now,” Agatha replied.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to schedule another appointment with our doctor?”

Agatha shook her head. “No, I don’t think it’s necessary. If I get the same type of cramps next month, then I’ll let you know.”

“Okay, that sounds reasonable.” Penelope took one of Agatha’s hands. “And what about things with James? How has that been going on?”

Agatha beamed, her eyes sparkling. “Honestly, it’s been wonderful, Mama. I never thought I’d feel this way, all because I took that one step forward. I mean, I like that we’re friends, but I do enjoy getting closer to him too.”

Penelope hugged her daughter gently. “Oh Aggie, it’s indeed a special thing. Finding a connection with your best friend is already precious, but becoming more is truly rare. Just take it one step at a time and enjoy the journey.”

“Mama, we kissed for the first time the other day.” Sheepishly, she admitted to her mother.

“Oh my, Aggie!” Penelope gasped and hugged her even tightly. She felt grateful that her daughter had shared an intimate thing with her. 

“But— we’re not yet boyfriend and girlfriend or anything,” Agatha assured.

“That’s fine,” Penelope replied. “There’s no need to rush. You can be official once you’re set to it.”

“I hope Papa can be more relaxed about me dating, though.”

“He's getting there.” Penelope pushed her daughter’s locks away from her face. “He’s being the overprotective father, which is quite normal.”

*

Half an hour later

As the evening reached its peak, a magnificent cake was slowly brought out, adorned with seven tall candles—one for each decade of Violet's life. She stood before it, the light of the candles reflecting in her eyes. "Thank you, everybody, for being here tonight," Violet began, her voice strong and clear. "I am beyond grateful for each and every one of you present. Family is the greatest gift in life, next to friends who are also like family. I am blessed beyond measure to have you all by my side. Here's to many more years of love, laughter, and togetherness." With that, she blew out the candles, and the room erupted in applause and cheers. “I believe it’s time to dance!” Violet exclaimed, signaling the quartet to strike up a lively tune.

A few couples immediately made their way to the dance floor.

James turned to Agatha with a playful grin. “Aggie, care to join me for a dance?”

Agatha giggled, taking his hand. “I’d love to!”

In the center of the ballroom, they began to dance, but not in the formal style expected. Instead, they twirled and spun each other around, laughing and enjoying themselves like carefree children. Their joy was infectious, and soon others joined in with their own playful moves.

Not far away, Colin and Penelope watched the young couple. Colin sighed in relief, turning to his wife. “Pen…”

“What is it?” Penelope asked.

“Maybe I don't need to worry so much after all,” Colin stated.

Penelope squeezed his hand. “You can worry, but not so much.”

Colin nodded and grinned. “Does my wife fancy a dance tonight?”

“Just a dance?” Penelope asked, smiling at him.

“I may have some energy 'til my knees ache."

Penelope giggled as he spun her around. "As long as they're all with you."

*

Over at various GCs, 11PM [23:00]

[👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Family GC👨‍👩‍👧‍👦]

Agatha [23:01]: Thank you for tonight, Papa and Mama. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. @Elliott, you’re also not bad with the singing at all

PBridgerton [23:02]: You’re welcome, my dear. Sleep well tonight @Agatha

Elliott [23:02]: TYSM Mumsy and Popsy for bringing us home. James says thank you as well

PBridgerton [23:03]: Tell James to come over at the house next week @Elliott! I’ll be cooking my roast

Elliott [23:04]: He’s already had your roast, Mama

PBridgerton [23:05]: He can have it again 🙂

Agatha [23:06]: Please pray for good news in an hour

PBridgerton [23:07]: What is it, darling?

Agatha [23:09]: It’s the UK SM Awards I told you guys about last month.. Finalists will be out at 00:01!!!!!!

Elliott [23:10]: Do you want company until then @Agatha? James and I are still awake 🤪

CBridgerton [23:11]: Stay put @Elliott. It’s quite late 😕

Elliott [23:11]: Nice emoji Papa 😜

PBridgerton [23:12]: Whatever happens @Agatha, we’re here for you 🥰🥰🥰

CBridgerton [23:12]: I am positive you’ll get in dear @Agatha 🥰🥰🥰

Agatha [23:13]: Thank you @PBridgerton @CBridgerton!!! 💛

[🤺🤺🤺The Three Musketeers - @Agatha @Elliott @JamesP]

Elliott [23:15]: Are you sure you don’t want us to celebrate with you when you do get the nomination? @Agatha 💪🏼

Agatha [23:15]: Fine—maybe you can come ten minutes before midnight but you need to leave by 00:05—there are hall monitors at this time 

Elliott [23:16]: Feeling Cinderella? OKAY 👠

Agatha [23:17]: Cinderella literally left before midnight 👠

JamesP [23:18]: See you in about half an hour

Elliott [23:19] Prince Charming and Cinderella will see you at 23:50 hours 👑👠

Agatha [23:20]: I’m literally changing your contact names to this after I get the good news!

JamesP [23:21]: ELLIOTT YOU IDIOT

Elliott [23:22]: I’m your CinderELLIOTT MWAH 👗👠

JamesP [23:23]: Just changed your name on my contact list as well HAHAHAA

[🌷Violet - Agatha - Elliott]

Elliott [23:23]: Grandmum, are you still awake?

Violet [23:23]: About to go to bed. What’s on your mind, Elliott?

Elliott [23:24]: I just wanted to say Happy Birthday again and I hope you enjoyed your night!

Violet [23:24]: I did enjoy my evening. It was special with everyone there. 

Agatha [23:25]: I love you, Grandmum 💜

Violet [23:26]: I love you too, dear Aggie. ❤️

Violet [23:27]: I’m happy when I see you happy and beaming

Violet [23:29]: You look like a princess with her Prince 

Elliott [23:30]: PRINCE CHARMING OMGGGGG IT’S MEANT TO BEEE! 🫅🏻❤️‍🔥

Violet [23:31]: Elliott, when you type in all capital letters, I always think you’re shouting

Elliott [23:32]: That’s because I am, Grandmum! 🫶🏼

Elliott [23:33]: Sweet dreams, Grandmum

[👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Family GC👨‍👩‍👧‍👦]

CBridgerton [23:34]: What account do we follow to know the finalists? @Agatha

Agatha [23:34]: You can follow @UKSMAwards and hope and pray and wish and then hope some more!!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

CBridgerton [23:35]: Ok following now

Agatha [23:35]: This is nervewracking…

PBridgerton [23:36]: Breathe Aggie

Agatha [23:37]: I’m trying!!! 

[🤺🤺🤺The Three Musketeers - @Agatha @Elliott @JamesP]

Elliott [23:45]: Five minutes then we’ll head down

Agatha [23:45]: Ok! Emma is by the door so just knock four times

Elliott [23:46]: Why four? 🤷

Agatha [23:46]: So we know it’s you!! 🤦‍♀️

Agatha [23:46]: @JamesP please bring my shacket

JamesP [23:47]: No worries

Elliott [23:48]: OK WE WILL KNOCK 4X AND WE WILL BRING YOUR SHACKET

[👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Family GC👨‍👩‍👧‍👦]

Elliott [23:49]: OK WE WILL KNOCK 4X AND WE WILL BRING YOUR SHACKET

CBridgerton [23:49]: ?????????????

CBridgerton [23:50]: @PBridgerton Classic example of how hardheaded your children are

PBridgerton [23:51]: If you scroll up to backread, he didn’t really say yes 😅

CBridgerton [23:52]: I thought he did 😫

PBridgerton [23:52]: Cheer up, hun!! Do you need a massage for all your troubles?

CBridgerton [23:52]: I need a three day holiday at Bordeaux so we can get good wine 

PBridgerton [23:53]: We can open the bottle by 00:01 🍾

Elliott [23:55]: WHOOPS HAHAHAHAHAAHA 🆘🆘🆘🤣🥲

CBridgerton [23:56]: Do I even want to know?

Elliott [23:57]: Maybe not 

Elliott [23:58]: We’re just staying for a few minutes, until Aggie gets the news

PBridgerton [23:59]: That sounds reasonable Colin 😊

CBridgerton [23:59]: Why isn’t your sister chatting?

Elliott [23:59]: She’s busy being nervous and refreshing the page every ten seconds

Elliott [00:00]: SIXTY SECONDS TO GOOOO!!!!! 🚀🚀🚀🔜🔜

*

Chapter Text

@UniMag office, the next day around 9AM

“Everyone, let’s give a big round of applause for our very own Agatha, the youngest finalist in the 2024 UK SM Awards!” A loud applause was heard in the office.

“Congrats, Agatha!” More cheers came for the intern of the office!

“Well done, Aggie! Such a feat for an intern as well!”

The UniMag office was on a celebratory mood since this morning. There were decorative balloons up on the posts, a banner with her name on it and even a huge cake in the middle of the conference table.

“Thank you, everyone! I’m so lucky to be part of this amazing team.” Agatha was thrilled to see her colleagues surround her, and happy for her.

“You’ve earned it!”

“And, another month until we celebrate your win! We cannot wait!”

“You guys are too sweet!” Agatha smiled and felt quite accomplished. Yes, it was a nomination, but it was one that she had to fight amongst hundreds of submissions in the city.

“Okay, let’s have cake, everyone!”

*

@ Agatha’s dorm room, lunch time

“James, where are you?!” Agatha called out as she entered her room. “I just got back from my meeting and I was thinking maybe we—.”

“Aggie, I’m on my way home,” James interrupted.

“Oh, I thought we’d have lunch—”

“Sorry, I can’t really talk right now. I’m in a rush. I’ll call you when I can, okay? Bye.” James ended the call abruptly.

That was strange. It was the first time James seemed disinterested in what she had to say and outright distracted.

“Aggie, there you are! Elliott—I found her!” Emma shouted.

“You did?!” Elliott’s voice filled the room, making Aggie somewhat forget the phone call with James. She would have to deal with it later instead.

“What’s up, guys?” Agatha asked, confused.

“Sis! You have to come outside.” Elliott grabbed her hand and headed out of the room.

“What? Why?!”

The three of them exited the building and stood in front of a huge LED billboard.

“Can someone explain why we are here?” Agatha asked, catching her breath.

“Just wait,” Emma told her.

“It’s coming,” Elliott said.

“Huh?” Agatha stared at the LED billboard, waiting as her roommate had instructed. There were slides showing campus announcements and celebratory greetings. Then, it flipped to a slide of her face with huge letters that spelled, “CONGRATULATIONS, AGATHA BRIDGERTON—2024 UK SM Awards Finalist.” Her face was on the screen for everyone—students, faculty, and guests—to see.

Agatha whispered, “Oh my—that’s huge,”

“And it lasts for fifteen seconds!” Emma exclaimed. “I saw it on the way back and then spotted Elliott. We had to get you.”

Elliott took out his phone and started recording his sister’s reaction. “Aaaaaand, that’s my sister! The youngest 2024 UK SM Awards Finalist!” he said. “Wave to the camera, Aggie!”

Agatha pursed her lips and tried to hide. “This is embarrassing.” As soon as Elliott stopped recording, she rolled her eyes.

“You’re famous now!”

“I hardly am!” she remarked.

“Stop downplaying it! You’re against five nominees. That’s a feat, especially for a freshman!” Emma agreed.

“This is momentous, Agatha! Plus, you’re the first person I know who’s been on that big of a screen!” Elliott added.

Agatha crossed her arms. “Umm—thank you?”

“He’s been this way ever since he saw your face,” Emma pointed out.

Agatha shook her head and tried to change the subject. “Elliott, on a different note, do you know why James is on his way home?”

“Huh? He’s not on campus?” Elliott asked.

“Nope. Plus, he sounded a bit weird on the phone. I was wondering if you knew what was up?”

“All I know is that he left early for class, but he didn’t say anything about going home today,” Elliott said. “I don’t think we need to worry about anything.”

“Are you sure?” Agatha felt uneasy and took out her phone to check for any messages from James after their phone call. There were none.

“I’ll call him later,” Elliott assured. “We’re in celebratory mode right now!”

“We are?” Agatha raised her brow.

“Come on, as my special treat to you let’s have some delicious, scrumptious pizza.” Elliott grabbed their shoulders and turned towards the direction of the only pizza shop nearby.

“Why pizza?” Emma asked curiously.

“It’s his favorite,” Agatha muttered.

*

*

@ A vet clinic somewhere in the city

James rushed past the doors carrying Mack, his beloved black Labrador, who was visibly in distress. His mother had messaged him earlier today that Mack had been vomiting more since last night but she did not want to ruin his evening with the Bridgertons.

Mrs. Parker trailed behind his young son, wary of his demeanor. He was frantic and agitated.

“Please, you have to help him. He’s been in so much pain.” James called.

“We’ll do everything we can.” A doctor approached him and led them to an empty examination room. “Let’s take a look at him first.”

James laid his whimpering dog on the table and the doctor started checking its vitals. “May I know his name?”

“Mack. He’s turning 5 in a few weeks.”

“Okay—let’s try to see what’s making Mack unwell.”

Mrs. Parker sat on the bench and James joined his mother, carefully watching. “He’ll be okay, son.” She affirmed.

James felt his phone buzz a few times in his pocket. When he checked it, he saw some notifications from Elliott and Agatha. He read some of them and attempted to reply to them but he knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind. Not just yet. Not until he knew what was going on.

“Mr. Parker?” The vet’s voice caused him to snap out of his daze.

“Yes?”

“We may need to do a few tests. Would you mind signing some paperwork first?”

*

Agatha attended her classes that afternoon, full from Elliott’s treat but still bothered that James had not replied to any of her messages. He never stayed silent without a reason unless he was really busy—maybe he was really busy. But what was he busy with? If this had happened any other day, he would have told her everything, either through messages or voice notes. However, today felt different, as if he was distancing himself from her.

After her last class, Agatha saw a message from Elliott that probably shed some light on James’ silence:

Elliott [16:30]: Aggie, I'm guessing it has something to do with Mack. Check James' post yesterday.

She looked at his feed. Mack had some stomach issues. Was James’ silence because of him? Agatha felt a pit in her own stomach. He was probably feeling down, nursing his other best friend back to health. She clicked on the reply button and composed a message to her brother:

Agatha [16:34]: How do we confirm it? I’m getting worried.

Her mind raced with possible actions. Should she run over to the Parker residence? And then what? Should she bring food? What if he wasn't there? Would he want her there? It was quite difficult to determine the best course of action without all the details.

Elliott [16:40]: We should wait. James will let us know for sure…whatever it is that is happening. There are things beyond our control, Aggie.

Her brother was right. At this moment, they really couldn’t do anything but patiently wait for James to reach out.

Elliott [16:43]: Besides, Papa said he will pick us up in an hour. It’s a surprise dinner for you, but I’m letting you know anyway. Let’s attend to that first, then we can deal with James later. What say you, sis?

Agatha saw his message and sighed. She did not have the urge to type any reply but instead gave a thumbs-up reaction.

*

Still at the vet, hours later

James sat in the vet's office, a gnawing anxiety tightening his chest. His mother, Mrs. Parker, was beside him, her face pale with worry. Dr. Harris, the veterinarian, was carefully reviewing Mack's initial test results, his expression quite serious.

"I suspect that Mack may have lymphoma or lymphosarcoma. It causes the body to form abnormal lymphocytes, which are a type of white blood cell. Since white blood cells are found throughout the body, this cancer can appear almost anywhere.”

James held onto his mother’s hand tightly. “Cancer?”

Mrs. Parker's eyes filled with tears. “Oh my, what does this mean?"

“Lymphoma is very treatable," Dr. Harris explained. "It has an excellent success rate in dogs receiving chemotherapy."

James nodded, trying to process the information. "What's our next step?"

The doctor gave a reassuring smile. "For now, we'll schedule a more thorough blood test in a couple of days to confirm our suspicions. If it is lymphoma, we'll discuss treatment options, including chemotherapy. Since Mack is pretty young, he has a good chance of responding well to treatment."

James reached out to stroke Mack's paw, his voice trembling. "Hang in there, buddy.” Mack’s eyes met his. They both knew they had a long road ahead.

*

“Three cheers for Aggie!”

“Way to go, Agatha!”

“Bridgertons will take over the world!”

“We love you, Aggie!”

Agatha was in the middle of another celebration, this time with her Bridgerton clan. Colin and Penelope had planned it with Violet, and although not everyone could come on short notice, they still managed to fill a small private hall in a popular restaurant. Agatha appreciated her family’s efforts to make her feel special. She even followed Elliott’s advice to act surprised, and both of them did a good job maintaining the happy, cheerful spirit throughout dinner.

“Yesterday it was Grandmum’s birthday. Now, it’s Aggie’s day!” Elliott exclaimed.

Despite the celebration, both Agatha and Elliott were still concerned about James’ silence. He was constantly on their minds. They checked their group chat periodically, but he seemed to be really offline.

Naturally, some family members asked about James’ whereabouts, and the twins had one consistent reply: “He had to go home.” This was the truth—the last truth they knew for now.

*

*

@ Student dorms, around 1130PM

Hours later, the twins were dropped off at the student dorms by their parents. Agatha rushed to Elliott’s room on the third floor, expecting to find James asleep in his bed. When she entered a dark empty room, her shoulders slumped. “Still not here.”

Elliott turned on the lights, scanned the room, and didn’t say anything. He looked at his phone and checked the last message he had sent his best friend a few hours ago. It remained unread. He clicked James' name on the screen and attempted to ring him up. After two failed attempts to connect, Elliott frowned. “And his phone still seems to be turned off.”

“What do we do?” Agatha asked.

“What do you want to do, Aggie?”

“Can I wait here?”

Elliott nodded and headed to the kitchenette.

“What are you doing?”

“Prepping some tea to soothe our nerves.”

A few minutes later, they were sitting on bean bags, drinking tea. Elliott wanted to lighten the mood, so he smiled. “I must admit, Aggie—this side of you is amusing to see.”

“Which side?”

“The side that’s so worried about him.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am, but you’re acting like a girlfriend with a boyfriend who didn’t tell you his whereabouts for a week!" Elliott grinned. "And you say you're not yet officially a couple.”

Agatha took a sip from her teacup. “Elliott, I am trying my best to stay logical, but I keep on feeling so many things. I feel happy, then frustrated, excited, then sad, worried--and then I miss him.”

Elliott smirked. “You’re so down bad for that boy, Aggie.”

Agatha wasn't in the mood to start an argument. “Maybe I am.”

***

Chapter Text

The next morning, Agatha stirred under the covers. As her eyes opened, she noticed that she wasn’t in her room or even in her bed. She remembered last night’s scene after chatting with Elliott, where she had crawled onto James’ bed to briefly rest her throbbing head on his pillow. She hadn't realized she fell asleep there for the entire night. Elliott was still in deep sleep, his snores filling the room. The clock on the wall read 4:17. It was still early—too early for her to fully wake up or function. She quickly grabbed the pillow next to her and hugged it tightly, immediately smelling a familiar scent—James’ cologne. He must have done the same to the pillow each night as he slept. Her thoughts trailed and soon, she dozed off.

Sometime later, Agatha for the second time stirred as she thought she heard a thump. Half asleep, she buried her head against the pillow and groaned. “Aggie?” She thought she heard her name. “Agatha?” It was close to a whisper. She fumbled under the duvet and slowly opened her eyes, face-to-face with a pair of blue ones looking at her calmly, a few inches away.

“You,” she said softly.

“Hey.” James brushed away some strands of hair that blocked her eyes. “What are you doing in my bed?”

Agatha’s eyes widened. It was really him. He was sitting in the room, looking at her, touching her hair, asking her these questions. He was finally here, where she could see him. Like a strike of lightning, she sat up and immediately yanked his neck into a longing hug.

“You’re here,” she whispered into his ear. “I’ve been so worried.”

James embraced her body and held her close. “Sorry, I’ve been MIA. It’s been a long 24 hours.”

Agatha shook her head. “Whatever it is, I know you have your reasons.”

James nodded, then gently got out of the hug. “I missed you, Aggie.”

Agatha felt her eyes swell with tears. Overwhelmed with emotions, she couldn’t help but kiss him. James welcomed the kiss and felt her longing for him. He could sense just how much she had missed him, and her lips conveyed more than words ever could. He touched her face to position himself comfortably, and she did not object. Agatha was lost in the moment, trying to express everything through her lips and how her hands trailed on his neck.

“OH HELL NOOOOO! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!”

Elliott’s shriek immediately halted their make-out session with horror and disgust in his eyes and face. Agatha embarrassingly pulled away, leaning her forehead against James’ chest. James, on the other hand, stayed silent and just grinned at his friend who was a few feet away.

“DO I EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON?!!?”

Still @ Elliott’s room, minutes later

James knew he was in trouble for many things, but mostly for being silent for a day. Or so he thought. As soon as Elliott got up from his bed, he made sure that Agatha was as far from James as possible, dragging her to sit on his mattress instead of James’.

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” he told James before turning to his sister. “And you—you are not allowed to move away from my bed, do you hear me?”

Agatha stayed silent, wrapping her arms around a pillow, unaware that it belonged to the boy she was making out with minutes ago.

“I will explain,” James said.

“You better, and you will start with why you acted like a ghost the whole day yesterday,” Elliott demanded sternly. “We were messaging you, calling you, but still nothing.”

“Elliott, can you calm down first?” James reasoned.

“You know why I’m reacting this way, Mr. Parker. We knew nothing! We were assuming the worst!” Elliott shook his head. “Plus, not to mention if I hadn’t woken up to the noise you two were making—”

“The noise?” James tried to stand but chose not to. After all, his best friend was having his hysterical moment.

Elliott was fuming. “I swear—first you ghost us, then I find you making out with my sister in this room—and in your bed?!”

“I kissed him first, Elliott,” Agatha blurted. “It’s not his fault.”

“What do you mean it’s not his fault? He should have stopped you,” Elliott argued.

“And I would have kissed him again,” Agatha stated. “And again.”

James couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Agatha!” he blurted, shaking his head, knowing that her answer wasn’t the best one to make.

“Where are your boundaries?!” Elliott asked, shaking his head. “And goodness—I was in the room!”

“We did not plan for it to happen. It just happened. And I forgot you were even in the room.”

James shook his head and watched them bicker. For the first time in 24 hours, he laughed because of them.

“You knew I missed him yesterday! You very much knew that, Elliott.” Agatha reasoned. “And I will not apologize for something I wanted to do—and which I find no fault in.”

“No fault?”

“Kissing is not evil, Elliott,” Agatha pointed out.

“If Father knew about this—”

“He won’t!” Agatha disagreed.

“I might tell him,” he threatened lightly.

“Oh, you won’t!”

“And why not?!”

“Because I can get you a deal for that pick you’ve been eyeing on.”

Elliott stopped arguing and thought about the deal for a second. He frowned and crossed his arms. “Is this how you’re getting out of this? Making a deal with me?”

“Possibly,” Agatha replied.

James sighed, having had enough. “Um, are you both done?”

Elliott took a deep breath and looked at James. “Yeah, we’re done. Now start talking.”

James nodded and took a seat on the edge of his bed. “I’m sorry for worrying you both. Believe me, I wasn’t trying to ghost you. Yesterday was just... complicated.”

“Complicated how?” Agatha asked softly.

James ran a hand through his hair, hesitating for a moment before speaking. “It’s Mack. He had a health scare yesterday. Mother and I spent the whole day at the vet with him.”

“Mack?” Elliott’s tone softened instantly. “Why didn’t you just tell us?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. I thought it would be a quick visit, but things got serious. They found a complication and had to run several tests. It was a long, exhausting day, and by the time it was over, I was too drained to reach out. I’m really sorry.”

Agatha got up from Elliott’s bed and sat next to James. “Oh, James. I’m so sorry. How is he now?”

“He’s stable,” James said, his voice heavy with relief. “They’re keeping him for observation, but the doctors are optimistic. It just took a lot out of me.”

Elliott’s stern expression was gone. “You should have told us, man. We would have been there for you.”

“You were busy getting celebrations from left to right and I didn’t want to dampen the mood.”

Agatha leaned over James’ shoulder. “To tell you the truth, it wasn’t as fun without you there.”

“I agree.” Elliott added. “Did you know her roommate is a carb fan? I got you some takeout at the pizza place and she accidentally ate the pasta I got you!”

Agatha shook her head at Elliott’s comment and clasped her hands with James’ hand. “You will never a burden, James. We’re here for you, always.”

James felt a wave of gratitude and relief wash over him. “Thank you, both of you. It means a lot.”

In that moment, James knew he wasn’t alone. He had his best friend and the girl he cared about by his side, so he knew he was drawing strength from them.

OTW to Agatha’s room, 630AM

Agatha didn’t let go of James’s hand as they slowly descended the flight of stairs. Even though the elevator was free, they didn’t take it. Instead, they savored each step they shared with one another.

“I missed you too, Aggie,” James said. “I wished you were with me, and I wished I was with you too.”

“How do we split ourselves fairly?” Agatha replied. “I couldn’t believe I wasn’t sharing all the happiness and celebratory feelings with you. Instead, you were feeling down with Mack.”

“One of those days, I guess.” James stopped in front of the vending machine on the second floor. “Do you want anything? I think I may need an extra perk to start this day.”

“Did you get any sleep at all?”

“Not that I remember. Maybe four hours?”

“Poor thing. I’d like some coffee too, please.” She pointed at her choice on the screen.

James clicked a few buttons and then inserted some cash into the machine. They watched the two cans roll down and drop into the bin before he grabbed them. “Canned coffee for Ms. Bridgerton?”

“Thank you, Mr. Parker.” Agatha smiled.

James opened his instant coffee can and took a sip. He glanced at Agatha, who did the same.“Aggie—I have a favor to ask you.”

Aggie was curious. “What is it?”

“Would you mind joining me at the vet tomorrow? The doctor will read out Mack’s comprehensive blood results, and I need you with me.”

Agatha stepped closer to give him a hug. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Thanks.”

Agatha looked up. “What about Elliott?”

“What about him?”

“He may want to be there too.”

“Yeah, I’ll message him.”

“Uh-oh.” Agatha winced. “He’s gonna flip when he realizes you asked me first.”

“You’re here now, and it happened to enter my mind,” James reasoned.

“Are you sure it just happened to enter your mind right at this very second?”

“You don’t have to be so cruel to your brother,” James replied. “He’s my best friend, but you’re my gi—.”

“Girlfriend?” Agatha teased.

James looked stunned. “WHAT?!”

“The word just happened to enter my mind.” She said playfully.

“Agatha—please don’t kid around with that term.” He gave her a knowing look, and she smiled.

“Sorry, my bad.”

“You sure you’re not teasing yourself?” He took a step back and lightly brushed her cheek with his finger. “You’re not sleepy or dreaming, right now are you? And I thought I was the one who lacked sleep! You saw how your brother reacted a while ago, Aggie!” James pointed out.

“He’s an idiot,” Agatha started walking down the steps again.. “Not even thinking that it’s normal for two people who like each other to kiss.”

“Uhhh, we were making out—on my bed—of all places. Must have been traumatic for him.”

“You know what, we should let him be traumatized!” Agatha suggested before stepping closer to the door of her room. She looked at him before turning the knob. “I’ll see you later, right?”

“Of course!” James nodded with a smile.

Agatha’s face lit up. “I can’t wait!”

@ The Vet, the next day

The next day, James, Agatha, and Mrs. Parker were in the waiting area. James glanced anxiously at the clock while Agatha sat beside him, holding his hand tightly.

“Whatever it is, we’ll face it together,” Agatha said softly.

James nodded, but his worry was evident. “I hope it’s not as bad as I’m fearing.”

Soon, the doctor walked in. “Good morning, Mrs. Parker, James. Please step into my office.”

They followed him into a small, private room. Elliott rushed in, slightly out of breath. “Sorry, sorry, I’m late.”

The room was filled with tension as Dr. Harris began to talk. “As I had suspected a few days ago and now with Mack’s official blood results, it does indicate lymphoma. Because of this, we need to start chemo treatment immediately.”

James' heart sank, his worst fears realized. “And what are his chances?”

“With aggressive treatment, many dogs respond well and can achieve remission. However, it’s going to be a tough battle. Mack is young so I am optimistic.”

Mrs. Parker placed a comforting hand on her son’s shoulder. “We’ll do whatever it takes, Doctor. Chemotherapy, medicine, check-ups, we will do it.”

Dr. Harris gave them a moment before continuing. “Alright. We’ll start Mack on chemotherapy this weekend and then supportive care. I will tell you that it’s going to be quite intensive, but we’ll monitor him closely and adjust the treatment as needed.”

As they stepped back into the waiting area, Dr. Harris reappeared with Mack, an exhausted but still spirited dog. Mack’s tail wagged when he saw James, his eyes lighting up with recognition.

“There’s my boy,” James knelt down to meet Mack’s gaze. He gently stroked the dog’s head, ears and chin. Mack responded with a soft bark and licked his hand.

“Let’s get you home first, buddy,” James murmured, carefully lifting Mack into his arms.

*

Friday

[ 🤺🫅🏻👠 The Three Musketeers - @Agatha @CinderElliott @JamesP]

CinderElliott [10:45]: @JamesP Reminding you that dinner tomorrow at the Bridgerton house is at 6PM

Agatha [10:46]: James and I will be coming from the vet. Dr Harris said Mack’s treatment will run for thirty minutes (4-4:30PM). Hopefully, no complications post treatment so we can bring Mack home and then head for dinner.

CinderElliott [10:47]: INTERESTING DETAILS… ALSO INTERESTING HOW YOU KNOW THIS AND I DON’T 😒

CinderElliott [10:47]: @JamesP I tag you and my sister answers??? 🥺

Agatha [10:48]: He sent me Mack’s treatment plan. Sucks to be you @CinderElliott

CinderElliott [10:50]: @JamesP send me the plan as well >>> [email protected]

Agatha [10:52]: You should also change your email to your new name @CinderElliott

CinderElliott [10:53]: IF ONLY THINGS WERE THAT EASYYYY SISSSYY

Agatha [10:56]: Capital ANNOYING 🤪

JamesP [11:15]: Saw your messages just now @CinderElliot Copy that 🫡

CinderElliott [11:16]: Copy that—which message are you referring to

JamesP [11:17]: The dinner

CinderElliott [11:18]: What about Mack’s treatment plan being sent to my email?

JamesP [11:20]: It’s on my laptop. You can check it out later 👍

CinderElliott [11:21]: Will you eat lunch with me or with Aggie?

Agatha [11:24]: Today he is all yours @CinderElliott ❤️

CinderElliott [11:25]: VVV suspish for two people who say they’re not officially 2gether

Agatha [11:26]: Do you want to spend time with James or not? 🤨

CinderElliott [11:27]: FIGHT ME

Agatha [11:28]: I can’t deal with you right now, Elliott. I have a meeting in two minutes BYEE

Elliott [11:29]: BOOOOO!

JamesP [11:30]: Where do we eat? @CinderElliott I can meet you there. Send me the pin

CinderElliott [11:33]: Wow so sweet of you Prince Charming 🫢 Here you go [📍location link]

JamesP [11:35]: Mexican? 🇲🇽 Vamonos!!

Saturday

[ 🤺🫅🏻👠 The Three Musketeers - @Agatha @CinderElliott @JamesP]

CinderElliott [12:22]: Good luck Mack 🐶 @JamesP

JamesP [12:24]: Thanks 🫶🏻! See you later

CinderElliott [12:25]: Papa said don’t be late @Agatha

Agatha [12:30]: And I will bring my favorite cupcakes

CinderElliott [12:31]: He did say that too HAHAHA

*Hours later*

JamesP [16:15]: Treatment went well! Mack is asleep but he’s stable. ❤️

Agatha [16:15]: Mack’s a trooper!! 💪🏻

CinderElliott [16:16]: YAYYYYYY! Are you on your way? My parents are asking.

Agatha [16:17]: ARE THEY REALLY 👁👁

CinderElliott [16:18]: Do you want a screenshot?

Agatha [16:20]: Leaving the vet. Will drop Mack at the Parker’s. Pass by for the cakes. @CinderElliott Keep them entertained 💅

CinderElliott [16:21]: Please get some cookies 🍪 and donuts 🍩 too. TYSM LUV YA SIS 😘

@Bridgerton House, around 545PM

Agatha rang the doorbell, and within moments, Penelope opened the door, her face lighting up with a welcoming smile. "James, Agatha, come on in!" Penelope said, ushering them inside.

"Hello, Mama!" Agatha greeted.

"Good evening, Mrs. Bridgerton," James added politely.

Colin, Elliott, and Grandmum Violet were already seated at the table, each wearing a broad smile.

"Papa! Grandmum Violet!" Agatha entered the room and gave them each a kiss on the cheek. "I didn’t think you’d join us tonight."

Violet Bridgerton smiled warmly. "Oh, my dear Agatha, your mother invited me. And James, it’s lovely to see you again."

James blushed slightly, nodding. "Nice to see you again, Lady Bridgerton." He politely turned to Colin, "Mr. Bridgerton."

Elliott grinned. "About time you two showed up."

"You said six o’clock," Agatha rolled her eyes playfully. “We had to pick up your sweets.” James and Agatha took their seats at the table.

"So, James," Colin began, "how’s Mack doing?"

James smiled softly. “He’s okay for now. The vet started him on treatment today, and we’re all doing our best to keep his spirits up."

"That’s good to hear," Penelope said.

"Mack’s treatment will last for three months, and hopefully, things will be better after that," Agatha added.

Elliott nodded. "Since you accompanied James this week, I’ll gladly take your place next week."

“That’s fine," Agatha agreed. "We can take turns."

Violet, always keen on observing the dynamics at the table, leaned over to Penelope and whispered, "The two make such a lovely couple, don’t they?"

Penelope nodded, smiling. "They really do. Ooooh, I hope they make it official already. They’re good for each other."

Colin overheard his wife’s statement and cleared his throat. "Patience, dear Pen."

Violet turned to Colin. "What did you say, son?"

"I believe he said patience," Penelope replied.

"From someone who sped things between you two rather like lightning?" Violet grinned. "Both of you were somewhat married in a few—"

"What do you mean 'like lightning'?" Elliott’s face registered amusement.

"Never mind that—what is 'somewhat married'?" Agatha turned to her grandmum.

Penelope covered her mouth with a napkin, stifling a laugh.

"Mother!" Colin’s eyes widened in mock horror.

The table erupted in laughter, and the light-hearted banter continued through the meal. Violet’s delight at seeing Agatha and James so close was evident, and the warm, supportive atmosphere of the Bridgerton household enveloped them all.

***

Chapter Text

The banter and conversation during the family dinner lingered in Agatha’s mind. She was especially amused by how her grandmum Violet managed to provoke such a response from her parents. Her mind was playing ping pong olympics with her. On one hand, she wanted things to be official with James but she was fully aware that the timing may not be optimal. James was preoccupied with Mack's treatment, so she didn't want to seem that she wanted to rush.

Adding to her dilemma was Agatha’s growing popularity on campus after becoming a finalist, which led to a lot of chatter about her personal life. Initially, she didn't think it would interest anyone, but soon gossip and speculation about her relationship with him started buzzing, catching them completely off guard.

There were three instances where she felt this. The first was during her Journalism class when a classmate stopped by her desk and asked, "Hi Agatha—is it true that you and James Parker are more than friends?" Before Agatha could reply, Emma intervened, calling the girl out for being nosy and out of bounds. “Don’t worry, Aggie—whatever it is, the only thing that matters is that you both know what you are. Never mind random people.” Agatha felt a pang in her chest—if only things were uncomplicated.

The next one occurred during a study group session with Emma, Elliott, and James at the library. Four of them were working on their schoolwork when a group of girls again stopped by their table. At first, Agatha thought they were part of Elliott’s groupies and didn’t pay so much attention. But she was shocked when a blonde girl squeezed herself onto James’ side of the couch and asked him to sign the front part of her t-shirt. James, though confused, obliged and wrote “JP” on her sleeve to avoid causing trouble. “Thank you, James. We hope to see more of you during PE class—maybe with fewer clothes if your girlfriend won’t mind—” Elliott cut her off immediately. “Um, this is the library. Please mind your voices.” Thankfully, the group grinned and walked away. “They were clearly trying to elicit a response from you, Aggie.” Elliott whispered this to his sister but she was too stunned at the girl’s behaviour to comment anything.

The most recent incident happened yesterday while Agatha and James were having their lunch in the gardens. Both sat on a bench facing each other when Agatha felt uneasy. She heard a buzzing sound above, resembling bees. James heard it too and looked up. “It’s a mini drone,” he pointed out. Agatha turned away and spotted some bushes nearby. Somewhat hidden from plain sight, she could make out camera lens pointed at her from a few meters away. “James, we better head inside.” He understood and they quickly walked away, hearing a few shutter clicks behind them.

When they got into Agatha’s room, Emma was surprised to see them both looking a bit spooked. “What’s wrong with the two of you?” she asked. Agatha ran to her curtains and immediately shut them, plunging the room into darkness.

“Drones,” James muttered.

“This is really getting out of hand! You are students, for crying out loud.” Emma complained as she walked up to the light switch. “You can’t even eat a decent meal outside without getting snapped? And I thought this school was concerned with the safety of everyone on campus!”

“Students are behind ScandalGate and they figured out a way to monetized their content,” Agatha said, slumping next to James, who sat on the bean bag.

“Monetized?!” Emma asked, incredulous. “You mean—“

“They earn from every click, every view,” James explained.

“UniMag has been trying to figure out who they are, but we can’t seem to crack them down.” Agatha poured some orange juice into two glasses for her and James. “Even their IP addresses are proxy servers that change every day. I caught on from Elliott’s past scandal that they create dummy accounts to pose as real users, so they can send in those trashy comments,” Agatha sighed. “It’s the story I’ve always wanted to expose, but I never thought I’d end up on their nasty website too.”

“Unbelievable!” Emma grunted. “You must expose them, Aggie!!!”

*

The next day @ 8:30AM

@ScandalGate FIRST2KNOW: Couple caught in an *IMPROPRIETY* of epic proportions. Who said the young ones don’t know how to ride 🤔 #ScandalGate #BabyUCanRideMyCar”

It looks like AB is making headlines again, but not for the reasons you might think! A+J couple was spotted leaving the local vet clinic one day, looking as cute and sweet as ever. But the story doesn’t end there—oh, we wish it did! After a touching visit, the two decided to make a quick stop at a nearby bakeshop. Things took a scandalous turn when they opted to stay in the car a bit longer than expected. Witnesses say that while they were parked, things got a little too cozy for comfort. Security knocked on the window, only to find A+J scrambling, leaving the couple red-faced and flustered. Looks like they are in for a wild ride (pun intended) as they try to navigate the fallout from this latest misconduct! We will be a witness to that indeed!

@CampusTruth: This website is ridiculous! Spreading gossip and rumors about fellow students is just pathetic. They deserve privacy. 

@CampusGuardian: A should be ashamed of herself. What kind of role model is she trying to be? 

@TruthSeeker88: Scandal Gate is just a bunch of trolls hiding behind screens. A and J are good people and don't deserve this invasion of privacy. 

@JFan101: J is so good-looking! Honestly, he's the only reason I follow Scandal Gate. 

@FairPlay2024: It's sad to see how low some people will go for clicks and views.

@SupportForA: This is nothing but malicious gossip. Let's focus on real news and achievements. Scandal Gate, get a life!

@BetterThanA: J can definitely do better than A. He deserves someone who won't drag him into scandals.

@CampusHottieLover: Forget the drama, can we talk about how hot J is? He’s in my PE class and I swear he can play basketball whenever he wants!

@MoralityMatters: A is a terrible example for other students. Her behavior is disgraceful.

@StudentCode: This kind of behavior is unacceptable. A needs to reassess her actions and think about her reputation.

*

Uni grounds @ 1030AM

"Aggie—pick up, pick up, pick up!” Elliott muttered into his phone, pacing anxiously. It was the fourth ring and still no answer. Frustrated, he tried calling James next, hoping the two might be together. But the call failed to connect. “Where are they?!” he grumbled under his breath. His last hope was Emma, though it was a long shot.

“Hello? Elliott, why are you calling me?” Emma’s voice was low and soft.

“Em—are you with Aggie or James right now?”

“Our Journalism class just ended, and I can see James in the corridor. What’s up, Bridgerton?” Emma started walking toward James, closing the distance between them.

Elliott clenched his fist in a small victory. “Can you tell James to pick up my call?”

“James—Elliott says you need to answer his call.”

“My phone’s on airplane mode. Been saving battery since I’m down to 30% and still have a class after lunch.”

“Did you hear that?” Emma asked, relaying the message.

“I heard. Please pass the phone to him.” Elliott sighed, exasperated. Moments later, James put Emma’s phone to his ear.

“What is it, Elliott?” James asked.

“Do not go online today. I repeat, do not go online.”

The thing is, when you tell someone not to do something, they almost always do the opposite.

*

@Bridgerton House, half an hour later

“MAMA—PAPA!!” Elliott knocked on the front door for the third time, but there was still no response from inside the house. “Are they even home?” he wondered, perplexed at the silence at 11 in the morning. Checking the family group chat, he found no indication of any movement. He clicked on their profiles—no status updates alluding to possible location changes. Frustrated, he sat on the steps and sighed. If he hadn't forgotten his house keys at the dorm, this wouldn’t be an issue. Alas, here he was, seemingly stuck outside his parents’ house and it wasn’t even noon yet. Just as he was about to stand and knock once more, he finally heard some fidgeting at the door.

Penelope looked at her son in surprise. “Elliott—why are you here in the middle of the week?”

From where he sat, Elliott noticed something unusual about his mother. “Mama, what took you so long? And what’s that on your neck?”

Penelope looked puzzled. “What’s on my neck?”

Elliott stood up and closely inspected the dark smear on her collarbone. “Is that—edible?”

“Chocolate syrup.” She brushed off the smear with her finger and smiled. “I was making some of your favorite cookies.”

Elliott looked amused and rushed inside. “Chocolate-covered cookies? Great! Wait, where’s Papa? Papaaaaa! Your favorite son is home!”

Penelope raised her voice. “Kitchen!”

Seconds later, Elliott found himself in the kitchen, where his father was washing his hands in the sink. “Papa, you haven’t gone online today, have you?”

Colin gave him a puzzled look as he wiped his hands with a towel. “Elliott, it’s interesting to see you here on a weekday morning.”

Elliott observed the kitchen counter and saw some freshly dipped cookies in chocolate. He looked at the oven, sure enough there were another batch of cookies being baked. He slowly stepped up to his father, examined his face and gave a smug expression.

“Why is my eighteen year old son looking at me like that?”

“Because, Papa—you forgot to wipe chocolate syrup off your lips.” He shook his head and turned around to see his mother looking at him with pinkish cheeks.

“I happen to like chocolate syrup!” Colin confessed.

“Hey—it’s your house—whatever you do in here is your business. I’m just an innocent bystander—or rather, byproduct of your—luuurrrvvveee.” Elliott snickered and left his parents in the room, a little bit embarrassed of what their son had discovered not too long ago.

Penelope rolled her eyes at Colin. “You wash your hands but not your face?!?!?!”

“I told you to wait five minutes before you let him in!”

*

@Agatha's dorm room

Agatha sat on her bed and frowned at her phone screen. She couldn’t believe her timeline had random gossip posts about her and James and the comments were spreading like wildfire. The gossip was relentless—some posts were sweet and supportive, but others were intrusive and invasive. Even her old unrelated social media postings had some suggestive comments that lingered here and there. It was really getting out of hand, all thanks to a baseless rumor.

“Are you alright, Aggie?” James saw her face as soon as he entered the room.

“Some comments are just downright hurtful.” She replied. “I mean, despite knowing these can come from one group of people, them typing nasty things…”

“Aggie, do you want to address the rumor instead of riding it—no pun intended of course.” James asked. “I do think it’s unfair to us if we let people speculate our friendship, moreso our relationship—and allow them to spread such lies about us.”

“I actually doubt we can continue being seen by people on campus and be left alone. Especially after what ScandalGate insinuated we did inside your mother’s car.”

“I agree. What do you have in mind?” James sat beside her.

Agatha took a deep breath. “Maybe it’s time we make a joint post. Something official, simple but clear, letting people know where we stand. I think it may help both of us.”

James considered this for a moment. “Hmmm, but I don’t want to add more pressure on you, especially with everything that’s going on.”

“James, I don’t feel pressured. In fact, I’m more thinking of you. You might feel pressured about us rushing into things.”

“I’m not pressured at all.” James clarified.

“You’re really not?” Agatha paused.

“Look, I know I’ve been preoccupied lately with Mack’s situation but it has not changed how I feel about you, Aggie.” James explained. “If you want to be official, then let’s do it. I’m all for things progressing, after all.”

Agatha let out a satisfying sigh. “Thank goodness! But first, I need to tell my parents!”

*

@Bridgerton house, an hour later

Elliott sat at the dining table, his plate piled high with his favorite chocolate-covered cookies, sandwiched between his parents. Penelope and Colin exchanged glances, still a bit wary after their earlier close call.

“I’ve placed the other cookies in boxes which are for your sister.” Penelope smiled, though her eyes kept darting to Colin, who was silently eating his lunch, clearly preoccupied.

Elliott, however, had other things on his mind. “Actually—there’s another reason why I’m here today.” Elliott began, “Please just for today, avoid social media?”

Colin looked up, his curiosity piqued. “Why? What’s going on?”

Elliott took a deep breath. “Okay. There’s no point in beating around the bush. A scandal is going around about Agatha and James. It was posted this morning, and now it’s all over social media.”

Penelope’s face paled. “What kind of scandal?”

“Let’s just say, it’s complete nonsense. People are blowing things out of proportion.” Elliott explained.

As if on cue, Colin’s phone buzzed with an incoming video call from Agatha. He answered it, her face appearing on the screen. “Agatha, Elliott is just talking to us about a scandal? What’s going on?”

“Hi, Papa. Hi, Mama,” Agatha’s voice came through the phone. “Yes, the same gossip website that started Elliott’s kissing fiasco posted something baseless about James and me. Long story short, only a fraction of what was said is true.”

“You know, it’s sad that my children are always in the middle of these things.” Colin muttered.

“I know—which is why James and I decided to clear things up.” Agatha stated.

Elliott stood from his seat and stood behind his parents. “How do you plan to do that?”

“To stop this nasty gossip, we will have to make our relationship official.”

Colin’s eyes widened. “Are you sure about this, Agatha?”

“Yes, Papa. We’ve been friends for so long, and it’s time we stop pretending and come clean that we do enjoy each other as more than friends. I think we’re ready for this step.”

James appeared on the screen next to Agatha, nodding. “Mr. Bridgerton, I promise I’ll take good care of Agatha. Plus, this scandal is ridiculous, and we don’t want it to define us. I love your daughter and I want to protect her.”

Agatha stared at James while Colin smiled warmly. “You have my blessing. Just stay strong and support each other through this.”

Penelope, also smiling, chimed in. “Oh, Aggie—that’s such a sweet confession!”

“Bro—you didn’t have to say that in front of all of us!” Elliott grinned.

“Err—it just slipped out.” James sheepishly hid away from the camera and leaned against Agatha’s shoulder.

“I think—I think we have to go. James and I have to talk.” Agatha replied, her relief and shock evident.

“Okay, but can we see you both this weekend?” Penelope requested. “I can make something again for all of us. James, please invite your parents. We haven’t seen them in a long time. It will be good to be together.”

“That would be nice, Mrs. Bridgerton.” James agreed. “See you soon!”

“Bye, fam!” Agatha waved at the screen. “Love you, guys!”

Elliott coughed and waved at her sister. “Byeeee!” The video call ended. “Wow, would you look at that? Problem solved!”

“James loves her! Pen, did you hear that?” Colin was stunned and so was Penelope. “I did, my dear! She was caught off guard, but it was obviously unplanned.”

Elliott on the other hand had a smug look on his face. “And we thought this day won’t come!”

“Elliott, I need you to head back to the student dorms.” Colin got serious again. “You can’t leave your sister with her boyfriend alone in one room!”

*

@ Agatha’s dorm room

Agatha was the first to break the silence. “I can’t believe you told my parents you love me,” she said softly, her voice a mix of surprise and admiration.

James looked at her, his eyes sincere. “I meant every word, Aggie. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now, but I didn’t know how you’d react.”

Agatha’s heart swelled with emotion, but she was still a bit taken aback. “You really love me?”

James nodded earnestly. “Yes, I do. I don’t want to hide my feelings anymore behind terms like more than friends and what not.” Agatha was momentarily speechless, her mind racing to process his confession. Seeing her hesitation, James began to feel a bit nervous. “I mean, if you don’t feel the same way yet, that’s fine. I wanted to be honest—”

Before he could finish, Agatha placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “You don’t have to wiggle your way out of this. I love you too, James Parker.”

James' eyes widened in surprise and then filled with joy. “You do?”

Agatha nodded, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “Yes. You’re my best friend, and now I realize you’re so much more than that.” His face broke into a wide smile and listened to her speak.

Agatha smiled back, feeling a sense of relief and happiness she hadn’t felt in a long time. “I’m glad we’re making this official. No more hiding.”

James pulled her into a gentle embrace. “No more hiding,” he echoed. “Aggie, can I kiss you already?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Their lips met briefly. “We’re in my room—just so you know.”

James looked around and was very aware that they were alone. “And your roommate left us for her law lecture.” She planted a kiss on his cheek this time. “I'm wondering--do Elliott’s rules apply in this space?”

 Agatha placed her arms around his neck before pulling him onto her bed. “Not sure—but maybe we can make an exception today.”

*

***

Chapter Text

It’s been sometime since Agatha and James went official, and they were both surprised by how a single post could produce such unexpected results. Their announcement not only gave them the freedom to be themselves but also seemed to have a ripple effect on their situation. Miraculously, the ScandalGate article vanished the very next day, as if the rumor had never existed. This disappearance served as a reminder that non-factual news belonged nowhere near everyone’s timelines and consciousness. Grateful at how the universe was kind to them, both Agatha and James appreciated the outcome and went back to their daily student routine.

*

As expected, Agatha and James were under the watchful eyes of Elliott and Emma, recruits of the “Agatha and James Chaperone Taskforce”, orchestrated by none other than Mr. Colin Bridgerton. They were allowed to be in a room together, but a chaperone had to be present at all times. If a chaperone wasn't available, they had to meet in public. James took this rule very seriously, while Agatha couldn't help but argue some technicalities. For example, car rides. She pointed out that they could obviously be done with or without chaperones, especially since James was allowed to drive their car with or without his parents. Colin tweaked the ruling to: as long as they avoided parking for too long. His definition of too long would be half an hour. Agatha thought these were ridiculous, but thanks to her mother's plea to humor her father before he had a heart attack from her officially dating a lad, she had to oblige. It was overly dramatic but she knew her dad can be more when he wants to be.

One evening, inside the family car

“Your father is just a bit wary, Aggie,” Penelope reasoned.

“We haven’t done anything aside from kiss. Is he scared that I’d do more than kissing, Mama?”

“I think that's part of it, but not entirely.” Penelope understood her daughter’s qualms but also knew why Colin was acting this way. Agatha was indeed her father's daughter, and she knew what that meant. “You’ll have to trust your father on this, Aggie.”

“But Mama, it’s like he doesn’t trust me or James.”

“He does! He’s just making sure your boundaries are respected and that you and James are both safe,” Penelope said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

It's not that Colin doesn't trust them; he doesn’t trust their Bridgerton genes. He knew how quickly things could progress once love was involved (and he had already heard them both declare those three words to each other). His love for Penelope Featherinton was proof of this, having skipped the boyfriend-girlfriend stage and gone straight to the married stage with him almost two decades ago. Penelope had realized she loved him at an early age and had patiently waited for him for years to catch up. However as soon as he figured out his own feelings, he had resolved not to waste another second nor minute and immediately proposed marriage after declaring his deep and unwavering love. One would think that his mother would contest to it but Violet Bridgerton was on full support mode for his son and future daughter-in-law.

Back in the vehicle, Agatha remained silent for the rest of the time but Penelope’s mind kept on going. Maybe it was time for her to share those details with her daughter, to help Agatha understand why her father was doing everything he could to protect her in the best way he knew how.

*

A random day @ James’ dorm room

James walked into his dorm room, exhausted from a long day of classes and even a longer night of study group sessions at the library. As he set his books down on his desk, a small, colorful piece of paper caught his eye. It was a post-it note, stuck at the middle of his computer monitor.

He chuckled and peeled the note off carefully. Then, he suddenly remembered the Christmas Card he had sent her months ago where he hoped he could make her smile someday. This was proof that the wish he had in his heart came true. As he stepped back, he noticed another post-it on his chair.

James smiled wider. This was big coming from his workaholic girlfriend who also needed a break! As he turned to his bed, he saw yet another piece of paper curled up on his pillow.

James was touched by Agatha's thoughtfulness. He lay down on his bed, holding the note in his hand, feeling the stress of the day melt away. Of course he’d say yes to the crepes! He was about to close his eyes when he noticed a final note sticking on his bedside lamp.

He felt a lump in his throat and blinked back tears. These small gestures, these tiny notes, meant everything to him. He immediately grabbed his phone and sent a message to his girlfriend.

James [22:31]: Saw your notes, Aggie. I don’t know how you entered our room but I won’t find out. Let’s definitely grab those crepes tomorrow. 😘

Agatha [22:35]: Yayyyy! I hope Elliott was able to stick them in the right places. 😍😍😍

James [22:36]: Good thing Elliott isn’t here to get reprimanded if he placed one in the toilet.

Agatha [22:37]: Still won’t be surprised if he did. My brother isn’t there yet? 🙃

James [22:37]: He’s out for rehearsals, I think. He’ll be late.

Agatha [22:38]: Also, double yayyy for the crepes! 😋 I’ve been eyeing the new cafe for days and I actually know what to order. You have to see the menu!!! 🍽 Wait, here’s the link. They all look so yummy! (Link)

James [22:40]: Agatha Bridgerton, you send this to me at this time of the night?!?! 😩

Agatha [22:42]: So what’s your order, James Parker??? 🥺🤪

James [22:45]: Did a quick browse. I’ll decide tomorrow. I love you, Agatha.

*

James walked into the crepe café the next day, his heart racing with anticipation. He held a small bouquet of pink peonies—Agatha's favorite flowers. He spotted her at a corner table by the window, where the sunlight created a soft halo around her.

Agatha’s smile widened as she saw the bouquet in his hand. “Are those for me?”

James nodded, slightly nervous. “I figured they’d brighten up your day.”

Agatha inhaled the delicate fragrance of the peonies. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like them,” he said, taking a seat across from her. “I thought we could start with something sweet.”

“This is a crepe place, of course it’s going to be sweet.”

“They do have savory crepes too. I'm thinking about the seafood one.”

“I see you’ve done your homework, Parker!” Agatha nodded before she called the attention of the server.

*

A week later

James knew he had to find the perfect gift for Agatha to celebrate their first month together, but he wasn't sure what that would be. He browsed couple's websites and scoured social media for inspiration, yet nothing felt quite right. He wanted something heartfelt, something special. As he pondered, his eyes landed on Elliott's guitar in the corner of the room. Suddenly, an idea clicked.

A few minutes later, Elliott entered the room which caused James to sit up. “Done for the day, El?”

“I wish. I still got to rehearse for three songs tonight.”

“How are you rehearsals for your online concert going?”

“Tiring.” Elliott explained. “But I’ve been on schedule, if you know what I mean.”

“When is that again?”

“In two weeks. Why, what’s up?”

James ran a hand through his hair. “Well, Aggie and will have been dating for a month in two weeks and I think as a gift, I want to write her a song.

“A song for Agatha?”

“But I need your help, Elliott. You're the musical genius around here, not me.” James replied.

“Sure. Have you written some lyrics?”

James did have some lyrics written but they he felt they were kind of basic. He pulled up a note in his phone and handed it to his best friend.

“Let’s see.” Elliott looked at the screen and read the four lines:

It’s been a month, can you believe?

With you, I’ve found the love I need.

Every moment, every day,

You make my worries fade away.

Soon, he picked up his guitar and played a few chords. “It’s been—it’s been a month, can you believe?” He paused and switched the chords. “With you, I’ve found the love I need.”

James couldn’t believe what Elliott had done to those two lines. “You’re a genius, Elliott!”

Elliott continued. “Every moment, every day—you make my worries fade away.”

James was more than amused. “No, I take it back. You are beyond genius.”

“Stop flattering me.” Elliott raised his brow. “Now, what’s the next verse?”

The two worked for two more hours, adding, tweaking the lyrics and adjusting the melody until they had a song that felt just right. Once they were satisfied, Elliott stretched. "Alright, now comes the fun part. We need to practice singing it."

James looked nervous. “What do you mean, we? I’m not exactly a great singer, Elliott."

"Don't worry," Elliott said reassuringly. "We'll practice until you feel comfortable. Besides, I have an idea that might help."

James looked at him curiously. "What’s your idea?"

Elliott grinned mischievously. "I think it would be great if you sang a verse or two during my online concert.”

James’ eyes widened. “WHAT?!”

“Come on, it’ll be a surprise for Agatha.”

"Elliott, I don’t know if I can do that."

"You can, and you will," Elliott said firmly. "Trust me, James. Agatha will love it.”

*

The day of Elliott’s concert

Agatha and James enjoyed the crepe café so much that Elliott had to see it for himself. Immediately, he saw its potential as the perfect venue for his online concert. The laid-back, fresh villa interiors, combined with a distinct corner he quickly designated as his stage, all fit. Coincidentally, the young café owner’s daughter was a fan of his, making the arrangement a breeze.

With the concert being streamed online, Elliott didn’t worry about packing the venue. He kept the address under wraps to ensure an intimate setting. He preferred the idea that unsuspecting diners would get the surprise of their night as Elliott Bridgerton serenaded them for an hour. The relaxed atmosphere, the mouth-watering crepes, and his music promised an unforgettable evening.

Agatha and James were seated at a table near the stage, sharing a plate of crepes and celebrating their one-month anniversary. Elliott, standing by his microphone, strummed his guitar and began his one-hour set. His voice filled the room, captivating the small audience of thirty in the cafe and close to about two hundred online.

Colin and Penelope were also present and watched with pride but they sat at a table nearby. Occasionally, they would exchange glances and smiles, savoring both the music and each other’s company.

As Elliott's set drew to a close, he paused and looked out at the audience. "Thank you, everyone, for tuning in tonight. Before we wrap up, I have a special surprise. My best friend and my sister’s boyfriend, James, has something special planned for our lovely Agatha. James, come on up!"

The audience clapped enthusiastically as James stood up, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. He walked up to the stage, taking the microphone.

"Hi, everyone.” He paused first avoiding Agatha’s eye contact but eventually, he found her to be locked into his. “This song is for someone incredibly special.”

Elliott began to play the first few chords. James’ voice, though a bit shaky at first, grew stronger with every note. Agatha’s eyes welled up as she listened to the heartfelt lyrics.

A Song for Agatha

It’s been a month, can you believe?

With you, I’ve found the love I need.

Every moment, every day,

You make my worries fade away.

Remember our first date under the lights,

Each moment with you feels so right.

We’ve shared secrets and silly dreams,

Found love in the smallest things.

The song was sweet and simple, capturing their journey over the past month. Soon, Elliott joined in, harmonizing beautifully, adding depth to the song. The audience watched in awe as the two performed together, their voices blending perfectly.

CHORUS

Here’s to one month of us,

To love that’s pure and true.

With every day that passes,

I fall more for you.

When the night is dark and the days are long,

You’re the melody to my favorite song.

Every beat of my heart sings for you,

Elliott wanted the last line to be special for James so he let him close the song.

Just want to say, "I’m so in love with you.

So in love, with you.

When the song ended, the room erupted in applause. James gave his best friend a tight embrace. “Thanks, man.” He whispered then stepped down, making his way back to Agatha. She stood up, wrapping her arms around him, tears streaming down her face.

“Aggie—Why are you bawling?” James wiped the tears coming down from her cheeks.

“I don’t know. I just feel emotional.” Her tears continued to fall. “I’m happy. I know I’m happy!”

"Seriously, do you need some water?" James asked worriedly.

Penelope leaned against her husband and whispered. “Look at your daughter. Emotional like her father.”

“She’s yours as well.” Colin clasped his wife’s hands with his. "Might I say that's a normal reaction for quite a flooding of emotions."

“Colin, you must admit—what James did—that was rather—“

“Romantic.” Colin finished her sentence. “It really was.”

“Awww, come on. Stop crying like you’re three, Aggie!” Elliott spoke while he shook his head. “Happy one month again, Aggie and James! Everyone in the livestream, please greet my sister and my best friend when you happen to see them!" He grinned. "You know, it's so nice to celebrate love! My heart is always full when I see two people happy with each other.” Elliott scanned the room and saw his parents. "Speaking of another happy couple, my parents are probably my best role models for this. Mama--Papa, I hope you're enjoying yourselves tonight!" The audience laughed. "Right--for my final song this evening..."

***

Chapter Text

At the Crepe Café

Agatha and James sat across from each other at a small table in their favorite café. The word favorite could be an understatement however since they've been visiting frequently and have tried almost all crepe variants on the menu. 

“Aggie, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” James began. “You see, my family is planning a week-long holiday to Paris for summer break, and I’d love for you to join us."

“Paris? That sounds incredible, James!” Agatha’s eyes lit up.

"My parents thought of this as a way to get a break with everything's that been happening with Mack... And then, they're obviously extending the invitation to you too. I think they want to spend time with you since you're now my girlfriend and all." He fidgeted. "Plus, you’ve been so busy with so many things. I know you deserve a break."

Agatha knew she couldn't get excited just yet. “Hmmm.. I'm thrilled, James, of course! I love your parents and it would be a dream to join but--I’m not sure if my father would be okay with us traveling together... spending a whole week? You know he’s pretty protective.” She had a valid point for consideration.

“I am aware of his rules,” James replied. “That’s why I plan to talk to him and see if we can work something out. We really want you to come. Father's planned a packed itinerary and of course there will be all the Parisian cafes!"

“Are you sure you want to go through all that? I don’t want to put you in a tough spot with Mr. Colin Bridgerton.”

“I’m sure.” He intertwined his fingers with hers. “I want this to be a memorable trip for us. Besides, I don't think your father's that bad."

"He's not bad. He just has his strange ways."

James spoke, "If I really want you to join us, the only way is to try to get his permission.”

Agatha paused. "And what about Mack? Who's going to take care of him while we're all gone?" 

"I'll have to ask Elliott for a favor."

"Ohh, he's going to want something huge in return."

*

At the Bridgerton House, sometime after lunch

“James! What a pleasant surprise. Come in,” Colin greeted him warmly.

“Why hello, James. It's nice of you to pass by. How are you?” Penelope’s smile was wide.

“Everything’s good, Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton, thank you. But, I was hoping to talk to you both about something important,” James said as he followed them into the living room and took a seat, looking both hesitant and determined. “So, as you know, summer break is coming up and my family is planning a holiday trip to Paris.” James began. “We'll be gone for a week and my parents are inviting Agatha to join us. I think it would be a wonderful experience for her. Plus, she has been working so hard this year, and I thought this would be a great break.”

“Hmmmm... Paris is a beautiful city,” Colin said, clasping his hands. “But you know I’m a bit cautious about these things.”

“I understand, Mr. Bridgerton. I promise to take good care of her. We will be with my family, my parents have assured me that they gladly will be our chaperones, and everything has been planned out to ensure it will be a safe and enjoyable trip,” James replied.

A smile formed on Colin’s lips. “I do appreciate your family's thoughtfulness, James. It’s clear you care about Agatha a lot. But could I discuss this with my wife for a moment?”

“Of course. Take all the time you need,” James nodded.

“Please make yourself at home, James,” Penelope said cheerfully.

In the Study, a few minutes later

“So, how do you feel about it? I have to give it to James; it was rather brave of him to come here and face us—face you.”

“There's nothing to be scared about. I respect him, and he respects me,” Colin nodded.

“And what are your thoughts about Agatha joining the Parkers' trip?”

“I don’t know, Pen. I still think it’s quite a big step. I’m unsure about letting her go to a different country, even with James’ parents there.”

“I understand your concerns, but think of it this way: this is a chance for us to practice trusting Agatha and James. We know they’re both responsible young adults who care deeply for each other,” Penelope said, placing her hands on Colin’s tensed shoulders. “They will be safe, Col.”

Colin sighed as she touched him. “Paris seems so far.”

“If they take the train, she’ll be only about two hours away. You heard James—his parents agreed to be there as chaperones, and we know the Parkers. They will be watchful like us.” Penelope said, moving around the chair to stand in front of her clearly stressed husband.

Colin looked up at his wife. “Pen, I just--I don’t want her to think she’s being given too much freedom too soon.”

“But we’ve always wanted Agatha to be independent and make wise decisions. This trip could be a great way to reinforce that,” Penelope said, leaning and cupping her husband’s face with her hands.

“Well, I suppose you’re right. Ugh, it slightly bothers me that you’re right,” Colin said with a reluctant smile, kissing his wife’s hand. “And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, Pen.”

Penelope grinned. “Oh, I’m merely sharing my thoughts.”

Colin slowly placed his hands on her hips. “Clearly.”

*

At  the Bridgerton House, the next day

Elliott stormed into his parents' house, his mind set on discussing James and Agatha's summer plans, which he found out this morning after Agatha barged in their dorm room and jumped up and down on his bed.

“Agatha and James are going to Paris?” Elliott exclaimed, his disbelief palpable.

"You seem to be passing by the house more frequently now, Elliott." Colin remarked.

"Papa, is it true? Or is this just a joke that Agatha came up with to spite me?"

“Yes, the Parkers are taking a trip and they invited Aggie to join,” Penelope confirmed with a smile. “I think it’s going to be a wonderful experience for your sister.”

Elliott’s jaw dropped, and jealousy seeped into his voice. “I’m stuck here in London with summer courses while they get to have a romantic getaway in the city of love?”

Colin and Penelope exchanged knowing glances. They had anticipated this reaction.

“Elliott, you know you’re busy with your studies. We can go on a family trip once your schedule clears up.” Colin said diplomatically. “And, James asked your mother and I for permission to let Agatha join them. We both agreed.”

“I get that, but it’s not fair!” Elliott argued. “They get to experience Paris while I’m here writing papers, attending lectures, and cramming for exams?”

“Cramming for exams?” Penelope repeated, puzzled. “You told me you never crammed, Elliott Bridgerton.” Penelope was not amused.

Elliott sighed. “Sometimes, I do, Mama. It’s what students do,” He slumped onto the couch. “Plus, I can’t believe you’re sending Agatha to the lion’s den.”

“Lion’s den?” Colin raised an eyebrow. “What ever do you mean by that?”

Elliott’s eyes met his father’s. The metaphor seemed a bit dramatic, but he decided to go with it. “I just mean—well, even if James’ parents will be there, we can’t guarantee that Agatha and James won’t sneak off for some privacy.”

“Has there been any incident like that, Elliott?” Colin asked, his tone firm. “You’re supposed to be looking out for your sister.”

Elliott hesitated, realizing this might come back to haunt him. As the older sibling, he was supposed to be the protector, and he didn’t want to tarnish James’s reputation. But they were officially together now, and there was nothing wrong with a bit of affection. “No, nothing I know of,” He admitted with a sigh.

Penelope and Colin exchanged looks, sensing Elliott’s frustration. “Elliott dear, similar to what I told your father, this trip is about trust. It’s a chance for Agatha to experience something special. We know they’re responsible and care deeply for each other. You don't have to worry about that.” Penelope assured.

Colin nodded. “And as your mother said, I--rather, we--have to practice being trusting."

Elliott grumbled but understood their perspective. “I suppose you’re right. Just don’t be surprised if I demand some bit of offspring favoritism while they’re off enjoying Paris.”

Penelope chuckled. “We expect nothing less."

That evening @ Elliott & James' dorm room

“Honestly, I can’t believe I’m missing out just because I have to sit through boring economic theories,” Elliott grumbled while munching on his popcorn.

“Wait, what do you mean you’re missing out? Were you even invited to join?” Agatha asked, ready to annoy her brother.

“If you guys weren’t dating, I’d be in your place,” Elliott shot back.

“You mean, I’d be dating you?” James joked, which made Agatha and Emma giggle.

“Very funny, James,” Elliott said, leaning back on the couch. “Just for that joke, no more popcorn for you.” He grabbed the bowl from James' hands.

“Stop being petty, Elliott,” Agatha said, passing her bowl of popcorn to her boyfriend, who gladly accepted it.

“Yeah, well, I hope you two enjoy your ‘romantic’ trip,” Elliott retorted with a hint of sarcasm.

“James’ parents will be there as well!” Agatha reminded him. "It's not going to be all fluff and romance!"

Emma turned to James. “But you do have romantic dinner plans, right?” She whispered.

James kept quiet to avoid further petty remarks from Elliott and simply nodded. Emma spoke, “I’m jealous that you and Aggie get to eat authentic crepes!”

Elliott shot a look at Agatha and James, then faced Emma. “Em, let’s go to their favorite crepe place without them! Then, let’s post petty shots on social media to see who gets the most likes.”

“How very mature of you, Elliott Bridgerton!” James snorted.

“And that's my challenge for you, James Parker!” Elliott got excited for some reason.

Agatha wanted the pettiness to be over. “Fine—we’ll get you the most expensive souvenirs! What do you need?”

Elliott sat up. “Really, a framed vintage 1897 Musical Instrument Poster???”

"Is that a need or a want?" Agatha raised a brow.

“Hey--you both heard her! I’ve been dreaming of putting that above my bed,” Elliott’s eyes sparkled. “And if it’s not too much trouble, can you also look for this vinyl record I’ve been dying to add to my collection? I’ve seen it online, but it’s way cheaper in Paris shops, of course! Wait, I’ll send you a screenshot I took in our group chat.”

"Dying to add." Emma snickered. "You're not dead yet."

“See how he easily forgets the issue at hand?” James pointed out.

And he was right. Elliott had quickly shifted his focus from being bummed about missing out on the trip to being distracted by his first love: music.

*

“You owe me big time, Mr. Parker,” Elliott muttered as he stared up at the ceiling. Both friends were winding down for the night, enjoying a quiet moment before heading to bed.

“I’m fully aware,” James replied. “It’s just for seven days. I hope that’s not too much of a hassle.”

“It isn’t,” Elliott said with a smile. “And Mack’s treatment schedule is still the same?”

“Pretty much,” James confirmed. “He’ll be at the dog hotel for the week, then you’ll need to bring him at the vet for his appointment.”

“Can I bring him to my parents’ house afterward?” Elliott asked. "I want him to be comfortable after his chemotherapy."

“If your parents are okay with dogs in their house,” James said.

“I think they’re fine with domesticated pets—lions, not so much,” Elliott said, half-joking.

James blinked. “Did you just say lions?”

Elliott sat up, leaning on the bed frame. “I just hope you’re not planning anything out of the ordinary with Agatha during this Parisian trip of yours.”

James frowned. “What exactly are you implying?”

Elliott paused before saying, “I mean, you’re the lion.”

“The lion?”

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” Elliott asked. “You know how lions are with their prey.”

“Elliott, you're such a perv! For goodness sake, I’ll be with my parents! Whatever you’re suggesting, I don’t appreciate it one bit!” James crossed his arms. "I respect your sister a lot!"

Elliott replied with a smirk. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

James pulled the duvet over himself and shut his eyes. “Consider myself warned.” He paused for a moment before adding, “And just so you know-- it’s the LIONESS that hunts.”

“Oh, well my bad. Good luck to YOU then, James Parker!”

“Shut up and go to sleep!” James mumbled under the covers.

"James, have you thought about bringing protection?" Elliott shot the question and then laughed out loud.

"OH MY GOD. GOOD FREAKING NIGHT, ELLIOTT!"

*

The next day

Elliott pondered James’ comments from the previous night and decided to keep a close eye to see if there was any truth to them. Not that he wanted to see his sister prey on her boyfriend, but he was intrigued to see if James' theories held any merit. After all, his parents had already cast wary glances in his direction, hinting at their concerns about any inappropriate behavior between Agatha and James—concerns he was too aware of but choosing to let go. Elliott was not one to tell on them, but of course he was curious. He had actually never seen Agatha initiate anything, maybe because he knew her introverted nature all too well. Moreover, he’d only caught glimpses of their behaviour when they're together, and it wasn't clear who made the first move.

Elliott had always wondered why his father was so protective of Agatha, attributing it to her being a girl 'who needed extra care'. As an older twin brother, he thought that it was because of her shy nature but since freshman year began, he had already noticed significant changes in her. These days, she was more open to meeting new people outside her friend group and actively engaged with them both online and offline. He couldn't even remember the last time he had to 'rescue' her or chase after her when she discretely exited a room. Agatha had clearly grown in confidence, and Elliott began to wonder if this newfound self-assurance extended to her being more proactive in her romantic relationships. If this were the case, perhaps his father needed to rethink his strategy of overprotection and focus more on managing the Bridgerton family's spirited nature.

The first place Elliott saw James and Agatha that day was at the cafeteria. He was seated with a classmate from Economics, and he noticed the couple sat a table a few meters away. Elliott watched intently as Agatha leaned in close to James while he spoke, hanging on his every word as if mesmerized. "Sam, have you ever seen sparks fly?" he asked his classmate. "Sparks--are those a type of bird?" Sam responded, puzzled. Elliott barely registered the question as his gaze remained fixed on his sister. Then, he saw her gently brush something off James’s forehead, and to his surprise, he didn’t flinch or pull away. Did he even have hair on his forehead, Elliott wasn't sure. It was a brief yet telling moment to the watchful observer. For this round, it was clear: Agatha had taken the initiative.

Elliott knew that once would be a coincidence so he needed to see if it would happen again. With the rest of his day free, he decided to continue his observations. He arrived at the lobby of the student dorm building, where James had agreed to meet him.

“Elliott, what a surprise!” Emma said as she emerged from her dorm.

“Emma, you're off to class?” Elliott replied. “Say, would you happen to be free tonight?”

“For what, exactly?” Emma asked.

“Practical research,” Elliott answered. “I think your perspective could be really helpful.”

Emma checked her watch. “Hmm, I have a law lecture in a few. How about after that?”

“Sweet. Also, I was thinking the four of us could go out for dinner before James and Agatha leave for their trip.” Elliott suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Emma agreed. “Just let me know where dinner is.”

*

Ten minutes later, Elliott spotted Agatha and James arriving at the lobby.

“I didn’t expect to see you here too, sis,” Elliott remarked.

“Hi, Elliott. I’ve got a slight headache and wanted to nap before my next class,” Agatha explained. “You’ve got this guy for the next few hours.”

James held her hand tightly. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

Agatha smiled and brushed her nose with James’. “It’s nothing a bit of ibuprofen and some sleep won’t fix.” James couldn’t help but smile back.

Elliott, however, was left speechless for he had witnessed exhibit number two and he didn’t even need to establish anything. Agatha had acted without hesitation and James hadn’t flinched. Were they both even aware of the people around them, or were they completely in their own bubble?

Elliott cleared his throat twice to break the spell. “So, you’ve got a headache, Aggie?”

Agatha broke her gaze with James and turned to her brother. “Must be the weather change. It is getting a bit hotter these days.” She let go of James’ hand and walked towards her door.

“Rest well. Dinner’s on me tonight,” Elliott blurted out.

“Really?” Agatha looked surprised and so did James. “A treat from Mr. Bridgerton?”

“Yep. You’re both off to Paris on Monday. Plus, Emma’s already agreed to come along.”

“That’s interesting,” Agatha said with a smirk before opening her door. “You and Emma seem to be getting pretty close, Elliott.”

“Anything we should know?” James asked, looking at Elliott with interest.

“You should know that we are friends,” Elliott replied.

“Whatever you say!” Agatha said with a shrug. “See you later.” She waved before entering her room.

“Since when are you and Emma—friends?” James asked once Agatha was out of earshot.

“Since you started dating Aggie, which gave me the chance to expand my social circle,” Elliott explained. “Does that answer your question?”

"Sort of,” James replied, still a bit puzzled. “Is it my fault then?”

“Maybe,” Elliott said, shrugging. “But never mind that. Shall we?” He grabbed his friend’s shoulder, led him to the lift, and pressed the button for the third floor.

“You’re lucky I have a long break and can play,” James said.

As the lift doors opened and the two stepped out into the corridor, Elliott grinned. “Buddy, you’re missing the point. This is just Part One of Seven.”

“Seven what?”

“Seven parts to the huge favor you owe me,” Elliott said with a smirk as he unlocked the door to their dorm room.

“Oh. I didn’t realize it would start before we even left.”

“You have no idea,” Elliott laughed. “Fortnite, here we gooo!"

*

Hours later at the restaurant

“So, I thought I’d do some natural observation on them,” Elliott said, glancing around as he sipped his drink.

“And you found that Aggie usually initiates the physical contact?” Emma asked, taking a sip of her soda.

“They’re definitely touchy-feely with each other, but I noticed she’s become more confident in starting it. As is, I already saw her make a move on him--twice!” Elliott explained. “Which, to me, supports James’ theory that she’s the initiator—the lioness.”

“Why compare her to an animal?” Emma asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a metaphor,” Elliott reasoned. “Plus, it’s a fun code name—the lion and the lioness.”

Emma shook her head, amused. “You are definitely unhinged.”

“Not as unhinged as my twin, who’s done a complete 180 since she got into this relationship,” Elliott said with a chuckle.

“How many more proofs do you need?” Emma asked, leaning in.

“Not sure,” Elliott shrugged. “But I was thinking that when they arrive, we can both observe and gather more data.”

“Fine,” Emma agreed.

“Speaking of which, the leaders of Pride Rock are about to enter the restaurant,” Elliott said, nodding towards the entrance. Emma’s head turned to see the couple being escorted to their reserved seats. “Don’t be so obvious, Ems.”

“You’re the one staring at them!” She argued before changing her frown into a smile as her roommate and her boyfriend approached their booth.

*

Half an hour into the dinner

Elliott glanced at Emma and raised an eyebrow. “Watch closely,” he whispered.

Emma nodded, her curiosity piqued.

James leaned in to say something to Agatha and Agatha, in turn, laughed softly and tilted her head closer to his. She reached out and lightly touched his arm, her fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. The touch was subtle but deliberate. James smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. Without breaking eye contact, she gently intertwined her fingers with his. The gesture was casual but intimate, a clear sign of her confidence in taking the lead.

Elliott’s eyes widened, and he leaned closer to Emma, whispering, “Did you see it?”

Emma sipped her drink with a thoughtful expression. “That’s pretty subtle, but it’s definitely there.”

James looked down at their intertwined fingers, his smile widening. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and Agatha responded with a soft laugh, her gaze never leaving his.

Emma chuckled softly. “It’s actually more entertaining than I expected.”

“Were you guys saying something?” Agatha questioned. "Em?"

Emma broke their silence and smiled. “We were just talking about the Lion King live action movie. Right, Elliott?”

Suddenly, Agatha made another move. She leaned closer, her lips brushing near James’s ear as she whispered something that made him chuckle. Then, with a playful grin, she lightly brushed her lips against his cheek. The gesture was affectionate, and James got the surprise of his life. His eyes fell on Elliott and Emma, who were clearly observing them. His expression shifted from amusement to mild embarrassment as he realized they had been caught in the act.

James cleared his throat and sat up which made Agatha pull back. “Everyone enjoying their dinner?”

Elliott tried to look nonchalant, but the smirk on his face betrayed his amusement. “The food hasn't been served yet."

“No, wait this isn't Lion King. It's more like the Discovery Channel.” Emma joked.

***

Chapter Text

Day 1 - Paris
After checking in and clearing security, James, Agatha, and his parents boarded the Eurostar train, ready to journey across the Channel to Paris in less than two and a half hours. For Agatha, who was traveling independently for the first time, it was a new experience, and she made sure to stay attentive and aware of her surroundings. Thankfully, the ride was smooth and comfortable, with large windows offering picturesque views of the rolling countryside.

As the train glided along, Mr. Parker occasionally pointed out landmarks and shared interesting tidbits about their journey. Agatha was thrilled by his knowledge and eagerly asked follow-up questions, keeping the conversation lively. James watched with a smile as Agatha was clearly fascinated by his father's insights. “It’s no wonder your dad gets along with mine. He’s got so much to say about everything!” Agatha whispered to James, her excitement evident.

Upon arriving at Gare du Nord, the bustling main train station in Paris, they gathered their luggage and took an Uber to their accommodation. The Parkers had booked a charming three-bedroom apartment in a classic Parisian building. Mr. and Mrs. Parker settled into the master bedroom, while James and Agatha each took one of the single guest rooms.

*
[Family GC]

CBridgerton [07:31]: Let us know when you get to Paris @Agatha

Agatha [07:45]: Sure, Papa. 

Elliott [09:50]: If anyone is asking, I'll be at my Econ lecture 🤓

Agatha [10:17]: Arrived safely at Gare du Nord. We took an Uber to our lodgings.

PBridgerton [10:20]: Safe travels, dear @Agatha

Elliott [10:39]: @Agatha what are your sleeping arrangements?

Agatha [10:42]: @Elliott I get to sleep in my own bedroom of course!

Elliott [10:44]: @Agatha Send photo or it ain’t real 😱

Agatha [10:45]: 

Elliott [10:46]: Why are there two h20 bottles?? 😱

Agatha [10:47]: I WAS THIRSTY ELLIOTTTTTT DON'T BE ANNOYING

Elliott [10:49]: I wasn't. I thought Paris would do you good sis @Agatha

CBridgerton [10:50]: @Elliott Dont you have class right now

PBridgerton [10:52]: @Elliott You said you were at the lecture

Elliott [10:55]: @CBridgerton @PBridgerton Yes started 25 mins ago and I'm already bored

Elliott [11:00]: @Agatha Looks like a double bed to me 😏

*

“How do you like the apartment, Aggie?” Mrs. Parker asked with a smile. “Is everything okay?”

“Why yes, Mrs. Parker. It’s so lovely!” Agatha beamed as she flopped onto the couch and admired the view from the third-floor balcony. “I could stay here forever!”

“Oh, I hope not! Remember, I’ve got a busy day planned for us!” Mr. Parker chuckled as he entered the room, pulling out his printed itinerary. He settled into the armchair, glancing at Agatha’s sandals. “Do you have your comfy shoes ready, Agatha?”

Agatha realized she needed to change. “Oh, I think I'll switch to my trainers,” she said.

“No worries. We’ll head out in fifteen minutes,” Mr. Parker assured.

Their afternoon began with a leisurely stroll through the picturesque Montmartre district. They explored the artistic streets and visited the Basilica of Sacré-Cœur. For lunch, they enjoyed a delightful meal at a traditional Parisian café, savoring freshly baked croissants, savory quiches, and rich café au lait.

“How are the croissants?” Mr. Parker asked Agatha, who was momentarily speechless from delight.

“Incredible!” Agatha finally managed, her eyes wide with appreciation. The Parkers could only observe her and get amused in delight.

After their late lunch, they headed to a local market and Agatha was excited to pick up some sweet pastries for dessert.

"James, I need to order some pastries but I’m still getting used to reading French. Do you think you could help?"

James looked up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Of course, Agatha. I’d be delighted."

He raised his hand by the counter and smiled at the server. In smooth French, he said, "Bonjour! Nous aimerions commander quelques pâtisseries. Pourriez-vous nous recommander les spécialités locales, s'il vous plaît? [Good morning, We would like to order some pastries. Could you recommend some, please?]" The waiter responded, and James continued, "Oui, nous aurons deux croissants, un pain au chocolat et deux éclairs. [Yes, we will have two croissants, chocolate bread, and two eclairs.]"

Agatha’s eyes widened in amazement. "I had no idea you spoke French!"

Before he had the chance to explain that his parents taught him the language when he was little because they love the country, their order came in a tray and was ready for pick up. Agatha was impressed at his French and the fact that she can learn something new about someone every day. 

*

[Family GC]

CBridgerton [12:11]: Don't mind your brother @Agatha Enjoy your tour! 🥰

Agatha [13:35]: We're at a local market. They have the most scrumptious eclairs everrr!! 😍😍😍

Agatha [13:36]: 

PBridgerton [13:40]: @Agatha OH MY LORD 😍😍😍😍😍

CBrigerton [13:45]: WOW 🥰

*

As the afternoon faded into evening, their itinerary led them to the Seine River. They walked towards the Pont des Arts, a picturesque bridge offering panoramic views of the city. The sky, painted in hues of pink, blue and purple, was beautifully reflected in the river.

“Isn’t this so romantic?” Mrs. Parker said, leaning against her husband’s chest.

“Indeed. The sky looks just like it did during our honeymoon,” Mr. Parker reminisced.

“You went here for your honeymoon?” James asked, intrigued.

“Yes, and I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything,” Mr. Parker replied.

“Say cheese!” Agatha began capturing the stunning views with her camera.

“Would you like me to take a photo of you and James?” Mr. Parker offered.

“Do you mind?” Agatha asked shyly.

“Not at all,” Mr. Parker said, taking the camera from her. “Okay, stand closer—James, put your arms around Agatha.” James tried to follow instructions but he couldn't. Maybe it was awkward hearing his father tell him these things. Agatha snickered as she watched him fumble so to save him from further embarrassment, she took his hand in hers and put them around her waist. “Finally! Now, both of you—smile!”

*

*

That evening, the four of them enjoyed a light dinner at a cozy bistro near their apartment.

“Anything memorable from today, Agatha?” Mrs. Parker asked as they relaxed.

“Actually, I can’t pick just one thing,” Agatha replied. “Everything is so magical, especially the sunset at the Seine.”

“Paris has that effect on its visitors. One easily gets those rose-coloured lenses, everywhere you look,” Mr. Parker said with a smile. “What about you, son? Anything that stood out?”

“I’m just happy we’re together, Father,” James replied. “I know we haven’t had much time together these past few weeks, so I’m grateful for this trip.”

“I’m grateful for you too, son,” Mr. Parker said warmly. “Despite the challenges with Mack, I always want us to try to focus on the positives. Like you having a wonderful girlfriend in Agatha. I’m glad you came with us, dear.”

“Mr. Parker, you’re very kind,” Agatha said softly. "I'm glad I came as well."

James smiled at the view he got. His parents and his girlfriend sat across him in a beautiful city. “I think I’ve got all I need.”

*

Day 2 - Paris

The following morning, the city of Paris welcomed them with a crisp, fresh day. Since the weather was perfect, the group began with a visit the Latin Quarter, famous for its authentic French crepes shops. Agatha was beyond excited as the past few weeks, she had been obsessed with them. The smell of freshly made crepes and buttery batter filled the air as they entered the shop and Agatha’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she scanned the menu. James was enjoying himself as well, seeing her in cloud nine--and they haven't even tasted anything yet!

“This place is incredible!” Agatha said, her excitement evident as she glanced around. "I can't believe I'm here!"

“Their crepes are legendary.” James added, smiling as he took in the cozy atmosphere.

The waiter soon arrived with a basket of warm, freshly baked bread and a selection of French jams. They placed their orders, and before long, plates of delicious crepes, both sweet and savory, began arriving at their table. Agatha’s eyes widened with delight as she took her first bite. She savored the taste and texture in her mouth first before she almost cried. “It’s like a piece of heaven.” The warm crispy edges and the soft buttery middle were amazing but the gooey hazelnut chocolate filling was to die for. "I think I'm gonna cry!"

James laughed. "Are those tears of joy?"

Mrs. Parker and Mr. Parker chuckled at Agatha’s enthusiasm. “Please have some more, Agatha!” Mr. Parker said.

As they finished their meal, James leaned closer to Agatha. “Hey, I was thinking… would you like to go on a dinner date tonight? Just the two of us?”

Agatha looked at him with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Sounds wonderful, but… what about your parents?”

“They could come along too, but just to the same restaurant, not the same table." He smiled. "I’m sure they'd like some alone time.” James said, his tone hopeful.

*

Mrs. Parker had a special plan for Agatha as soon as she learned about James’ dinner date idea. She had discovered a charming boutique street back in the day which was renowned for its exquisite French dresses and was eager to show Agatha. “I used to visit these shops,” Mrs. Parker said with a warm smile. “I thought it would be fun to help you pick out something special for tonight.”

The boutique’s windows were adorned with an array of stunning dresses in silk and satin, each more enchanting than the last. Inside, the shop exuded Parisian chic, with mirrors reflecting racks of beautifully designed dresses. A friendly sales associate greeted them and guided Agatha to a selection of new arrivals from Paris Fashion Week. “These are the latest from the runway. Please have a look, Miss Agatha!”

Agatha was overwhelmed with excitement. Although she was familiar with custom-made clothes from her younger days—her mother occasionally had dresses tailored—she had mostly worn ready-to-wear pieces as she grew older. This experience felt like a dream.

“Try on as many as you like, Agatha. It’s my treat,” Mrs. Parker said enthusiastically.

“What??!” Agatha was taken aback. While she considered finding reasons to decline, she couldn’t bring herself to disappoint Mrs. Parker, who was clearly thrilled to share this moment with her. Agatha tried on several dresses, each more stunning than the last.

There was another shop across the boutique that they explored. This time, it was more quaint and had character. Agatha scoured the dress racks until she spotted one on the mannequin. She emerged from the fitting room wearing this dress: classic, teal in color, with a fitted bodice, and long ribbons as its sleeves tied on the shoulder, The skirt meant to cascade gracefully along her hips. When Mrs. Parker saw Agatha, her eyes sparkled. “Oh my, it looks like it was made for you, Agatha! What do you think?”

Agatha twirled in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress moved with her. “I actually love it! It feels so elegant and nice.”

Mrs. Parker nodded approvingly. “Perfect for a date night, I must say."

With a beaming smile, Agatha left the small platform and gave Mrs. Parker a tight hug. “Thank you so much for bringing me here!”

Mrs. Parker returned the hug with equal warmth. “You’re very welcome! It's my way of welcoming you to the family, too. You make my son, so very happy.”

Agatha sank into her embrace. "Thank you for giving him the kindest heart."

After completing the purchase, Agatha left the boutique feeling elated. She couldn’t wait for James to see her in her new dress and was excited about the chance to wear it again.

*

[Family GC]

Agatha [14:33]: @PBridgerton Wish you were with me, Mama!!! 👗👚👡

Agatha [14:34]:

PBridgerton [14:35]: @Agatha BEAUTIFUL CLOTHES! How many did you try? 

Agatha [14:40]: TOO MANY

PBridgerton [14:45]: I'm sure you looked lovely in all of them. You're beautiful in any color!

CBridgerton [14:50]: I like the yellow ones 💛💛💛

PBridgerton [14:51]: @CBridgerton Of course you do

PBridgerton [14:53]: Yellow and I don't get along

Agatha [14:55]: I didn’t get the yellow dress

PBridgerton [14:54]: Oh, you got one?

Agatha [14:56]: Mrs. Parker was generous enough to gift me one. 😮

Agatha [14:58]: We visited another shop and I tried a teal dress. 

Agatha [14:59]:

PBridgerton [15:00]: AGGIE!!! 

Agatha [15:01]: I loved it, Mama! It's so meeee! 

PBridgerton [15:01]: Oh my, we need to thank the Parkers for such a generous gift! @CBridgerton

CBridgerton [15:02]: Yes, indeed!

Elliott [15:08]: Why do you need a new dress? Didn't you pack a ton @Agatha 😒

Agatha [15:10]: She surprised me when she brought me to a boutique. James and I are going on a double date with them tonight.

Elliott [15:20]: @Agatha How very Parisian romantic 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

PBridgerton [15:22]: Awwwwww that is so sweet of her!

*

Later that evening, the two couples headed to another French bistro recommended by the Parkers. While the restaurant was dimly lit with flickering candlelight, it created an intimate setting for its guests. Mr. and Mrs. Parker were seated at a cozy table near the window, while James and Agatha enjoyed a more secluded table, allowing for some quiet moments together.

“I must say you look very nice, Aggie.” James complemented her new dress.

“Do you like it? I don't look weird?"

"Weird? Of course not! You look so chic. How do you feel?"

"It feels really nice and comfy."

"I hope my outfit matches yours though.” James replied as he glanced at his white button down shirt and navy pants.

“You look quite handsome. I could get used to us dressing up for some of our dates in the future.”

"Right, probably when it's a special occasion. Otherwise, I like you just the way you are."

As they checked the menu, James reached for Agatha’s right hand. “It feels nice to have some time alone, even if my parents are a few feet away." 

Agatha played his fingers with hers. “I think they're in their own little world." She leaned back and tried to see where Mr. and Mrs. Parker's table was. "I do appreciate your parents' presence, James. They're both so sweet and kind to me.”

“Believe me, I’m sure they’ve forgotten that we’re here in this very restaurant.” James remarked. 

Agatha smiled. “It does seem like your parents are on a second honeymoon. They love love don’t they?”

“Maybe. But your parents are the same.” James said as a matter of factly.

Agatha nodded. “I know, they’re quite similar, actually. Though, I will admit that your father is less of a worrywart than mine.”

They both laughed and when the laughter died down, they maintained the silence while occasionally glancing at each other. Agatha broke the silence when she spoke, "I love you, James. Thank you for inviting me and thinking of me."

James drew her right hand close to his lips and kissed them before replying, "I love you, Agatha Bridgerton. I'll always be thinking of ways to make you happy."

"You know what would make me happier right now?" Agatha grinned. She motioned for him to come closer to her. James obliged with a curious and at the same time, knowing smile. Their lips touched briefly, twice--no, make that a few times more before a polite server came to their table with their food. "Mes excuses, mademoiselle et bon monsieur [Excuse me, miss and good sir]. Your food is ready to be served."

James pulled away from her and replied, "Oui, s'il vous plait. [Yes, please.]"

As the evening drew to a close, the two left their table and rejoined Mr. and Mrs. Parker, who seemed not yet ready to head back to their apartment.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer?” Mr. Parker asked. “There’s a well-known violinist who performs here before midnight. You will be enthralled!”

“Father, while that sounds lovely, I do think it might be too late for us,” James pointed out. “Tomorrow’s going to be another busy day, isn’t it?”

“True,” Mr. Parker gave a nod. “I forgot that tomorrow’s itinerary is packed with tourist spots Agatha has yet to see! You’ll need all the energy you can get.”

“Perhaps in a day or two dear, we can come back and enjoy the music?” Mrs. Parker suggested with a playful grin.

“We’ll head out now. See you at the apartment?” James said, taking Agatha’s hand.

The Parkers watched with amusement as the young couple headed out of the bistro. “James reminds me so much of a younger version of you, my dear,” Mrs. Parker remarked with a smile. "So thoughtful, gentle and kind. No wonder Aggie is so smitten with him."

“He has grown into quite the gentleman, indeed.” Mr. Parker agreed, standing and offering his hand to his wife. “So, shall we follow suit before they get too cozy without their chaperones?”

Mrs. Parker chuckled. “Come on, let them have their moment so we can have a some for us as well!”

Mr. Parker sat down and agreed. "I'd say--how can half an hour hurt? Want to get another round of dessert? The Tarte Bourdaloue from that other table looks promising!"

*

Ten minutes later @ Agatha’s room

“Still no sign of them?” Agatha glanced at James as he peered from the balcony.

“I’m guessing they’re indulging in another round of dessert,” James said, leaning on the railing. “It’s not the first time they’ve left me to my own devices.”

Agatha slipped beside him, playfully teasing. “They’re lovely people, but not exactly the best chaperones.”

“Definitely not,” James agreed with a smile.

Agatha moved closer, resting her head on his chest and positioning herself snugly between his arms. James was pleasantly surprised by how naturally it happened. “Aggie—”

“I just want to be closer to you,” she murmured softly.

“This is close,” James reassured, his voice gentle.

Agatha’s hands traveled to his neck, her fingers tracing a light path. “Did I mention how handsome you look tonight?”

James could tell where this was heading. “You did.”

“And then—” she added with a playful tone, “you spoke in French, which I thought was really nice.”

"You did not know I can speak in another language? Should I speak more French then, Mademoiselle Agathe?"

"I want to ask more about it but I think now isn't the right time..." She purposely bit her lip.

James clocked in the way she made him focus on her lips and sighed, “I know what you’re doing, Agatha Bridgerton.”

“Do you?”

“Tout à fait.” His fingers tenderly brushed her cheek. "You don't have to...I'm already charmed."

“If you’re charmed, why aren’t you doing anything about it?” Agatha’s gaze held an undeniable invitation, and James couldn’t resist. The next thing they knew, their lips had met. And from short pecks, their kisses transitioned to their tongues meeting for the first time. Thank goodness it was deep into the night and nobody could notice their heads and hands lost in each other.

***

Chapter Text

Somewhere in London, early Wednesday morning

Elliott stirred in his sleep, feeling a persistent nudge against his leg. Nudge. It came again. His eyes remained shut as he tried to discern the source of the disturbance. Nudge. Another jolt. He moved his leg, bumping into a soft pillow. Confused, he started to wake, only to find himself hitting what felt like a boulder-like wall.

Another nudge. A fourth one? Elliott forced his eyes open, grateful for James’ nightlight casting a faint glow. He braced himself and sat up—“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

“Emma??!??!?!!?” Elliott's voice was barely a shout as he tried to sit up properly, but he had been kicked by Emma right against the headboard.

“WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!!” Emma’s voice was sharp and demanding, teetering on the edge of a scream.

“What the hell is going on??!?!?” Elliott mumbled, pulling the duvet over himself as he watched Emma scramble up from the floor.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?!” Emma demanded.

“What do you mean why am I here? This is my room!” Elliott retorted.

“THIS IS YOUR ROOM?! THIS IS MY ROOM!” Emma's eyes were wide with disbelief.

“Em, please stop shouting. We might wake everyone up,” Elliott pleaded. “At this rate, someone might even call the police.”

Emma took a deep breath and looked around. She was in her pajamas and socks, and she quickly checked that she was decent. “Elliott, this is my room!”

“What?!” Elliott, still disoriented, peeked through the duvet. His gaze fell on the curtains that his parents had installed. With the drapes framing an empty bed and a neatly placed strawberry plush, it dawned on him that he was not in his room. “SHIT.”

Emma, hands on her hips, waited for Elliott to fully wake up. “What the hell happened, Elliott?”

Elliott rolled to the edge of the bed. “I have no idea.”

“Are you clothed under MY duvet?” Emma asked, eyeing him skeptically.

“Excuse me???”

“I asked if you were dressed properly.”

“I don’t sleep commando!” Elliott shot back. “I’m fully decent!”

Emma sighed, sitting beside him. “So, what do you think happened?” She paused, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. “All I remember is us having some drinks, watching the Lion King movie, and then the Discovery Channel.”

“Maybe it’s best we don’t know how we ended up in your bed,” Elliott suggested. “Clearly, it was an accident. Our dorm rooms look almost identical.”

“Except for the drapes,” Emma pointed out.

“Aside from the drapes, everything else is a mirror image.”

“And Aggie’s Strawberry plush toy.” Emma added.

Elliott did not look amused.

“Fine. Let’s just treat it as a glitch—like it never happened. Deal?” Emma extended her hand for a handshake.

With no better option, Elliott shook her hand and agreed. “You know, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m hungry. Wanna grab some crepes?”

“At six thirty in the morning?” Emma saw the time.

Elliott really wasn’t thinking straight. “Let’s freshen up. I’ll shower and knock again in an hour. The crepe place will be open by then.”

*

*

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Roomies vs Roomies 👭 Group Chat

[A new group chat has been created].

[Elliott has renamed this group chat to “Roomies vs Roomies”]

EmmaW[11:05]: Roomies vs Roomies???

Agatha [11:06]: What is this? @Elliott

Elliott [11:10]: A haven 🏞

JamesP [11:14]: Just how many GCs do you need @Elliott

Elliott [11:16]: countless @JamesP HOW’S PARIS YOU TWO @Agatha

EmmaW [11:18]: Missing you a lot Aggie 🫂🫂🫂

Agatha [11:20]: Missing you too Em 🫂🫂🫂

EmmaW [11:21]: Whatcha guys doing @Aggie

Agatha [11:22]: Lining up for lunch @EmmaW you

EmmaW [11:22]: Full from the crepes

Agatha [11:23]: Oh you went with Elliott @EmmaW

EmmaW [11:24]: Had no choice @Agatha 🤷🏻‍♀️

Elliott [11:30]: I’m in the GC you know lol

JamesP [11:31]: OFC u created it lol @Elliott r u having fun

Elliott [11:32]: Barely surviving my lectures 

EmmaW [11:33]: He’s always asleep Hahahahahahahaah

Elliott [11:34]: I AM NOT 🙄

EmmaW [11:35]: This morning you were sleeping like a baby

Agatha [11:36]: What??? @EmmaW @Elliott 🙈🙉🙊

JamesP [11:37]: Huh am I missing something ❓❓❓❓❓❓

Elliott [11:37]: EM 🤦🏻

Agatha [11:38]: Am I misreading into things ❓❓❓❓

*

“Em—you slipped.”

“I did not. You did!”

“What did I do?” Elliott shrugged his shoulders.

Emma shook her head. “Check your emoji, El.”

The two were sat across each other at Elliott’s room.

“Hmmm…how do I save this?”

“Just change the topic.” Emma instructed.

*

[Family GC]

CBridgerton [15:22]: @Elliott are you passing by the house today?

Elliott [15:28]: Hello Papa, I may have no reason to. Why are you asking?

CBridgerton [15:30]: Ok just making sure 🙂

Elliott [15:31]: ?????

Agatha [15:33]: Papa, Elliott is busy hanging out with my roomie 🤨

Elliott [15:32]: Stop spreading fake news Aggie 🤥

CBridgerton [15:34]: @Agatha you mean Emma?

Agatha [15:36]: Yes

Agatha [15:36]: And this aint fake. They basically slipped that they were together again this morning

CBridgerton [15:38]: BE SAFE SON @Elliott 👍

Elliott [15:40]: Papa no need to be all caps

PBridgerton [15:41]: Wait a minute, Emma? Sweet sweet Emma and Elliott are a thing???

Elliott [15:52]: Aggie, don’t you have some other touristy spot to visit???? 🇫🇷

Agatha [15:42]: We are resting. We’ve been walking since this morning. My feet are beyond tired. 🧘🏻‍♀️

PBridgerton [15:44]: @Elliott is Emma with you now?

CBridgerton [15:45]: @Agatha It’s perfectly ok to rest

Elliott [15:47]: @Agatha NO WALK SOME MORE. SAVOUR YOUR DAY!!

PBridgerton [15:48]: Son???

Elliott [15:50]: I am not with her now @PBridgerton @CBridgerton

CBridgerton [15:51]: How about later? 🕢❓❓❓

Elliott [15:55]: It’s gonna be a study group session. Nothing of the sort that Agatha is implying. 📓

Agatha [15:57]: And yet he says they’re not hanging out. TSK TSK OK 🙊

Elliott [15:58]: MOVE ALONG SISTER!!

CBridgerton [15:59]: @Elliott Expect a call later tonight

Elliott [16:00]: OK LEAVING FOR THE LIB

*

At the library

“You know they’re going to start thinking we’re a thing,” Emma said, glancing over at a group of girls not far from where she and Elliott were sitting in the library.

“Who’s ‘they’?” Elliott asked, turning his head to look at the nosy table. He caught them quickly averting their eyes before returning to his work. “Oh, I say just let them think what they want.”

Emma shook her head. “They’re staring again.”

“Em—just let them.”

Emma pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of the girls. With a knowing smile, she watched as their faces turned pale with shock. The girls hastily gathered their things and exited the library. “Problem solved.”

Elliott chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Savage, Em.”

“If you can’t beat them, join them,” she replied with a smirk. “And now I have proof of their pointless gawking.”

“Now I know Law students are scary.”

*

Two days later

Elliott was on the phone with his father, catching up after missing a call two days ago. He had a good reason—he’d been utterly exhausted after the study session with Emma and he had barely made it to his bed that night.

“Good morning, Papa.” Elliott placed the phone on the kitchen counter, putting it on speaker so he could prepare breakfast.

“You never called back,” Colin said, his tone slightly accusatory.

“I’m sorry. I was so wiped out that night I could barely make it up the stairs. I literally collapsed into bed.”

“Why didn’t you use the lift?” Colin asked.

“It slipped my mind,” Elliott said, filling the kettle with water. “So, what’s up? Are we talking about Agatha this morning?”

“Agatha? No, I’m calling to check on you.”

“Me?” Elliott raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

“Are you dating anyone?”

“I’m not,” Elliott replied, setting the kettle to boil.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“So, this rumor your sister is spreading with her roommate…”

“It’s all speculation with no real basis,” Elliott sighed. “She’s in Paris with her boyfriend. Of course, she’s seeing everything through rose-colored glasses.”

“Oh, but I really like Emma Williams!”

Elliott blinked, recognizing his mother’s voice. “Mama? Is that you?”

“Hi, Elliott,” Penelope took over the phone. “How are you, dear? How did you sleep last night?”

“Doing okay. Just woke up. I’m heating up some water for porridge.”

“Any plans to meet Emma later today?” Penelope asked carefully.

“I’ve got rehearsals with Baroq tonight, so no.”

“Why not invite her to the rehearsal?” Penelope suggested.

“Why would she want to watch that?” Elliott wondered, his curiosity piqued. Before he could ask more, he heard another voice.

“She wasn’t able to watch your latest concert because she was stuck studying.”

“Pen, he already told me he isn’t dating her. What are you trying to do?”

“Papa—”

“I’m just trying to get things rolling,” Penelope said softly but with clear intent. “The poor girl obviously needs a break!”

“Mama—”

“We should let things unfold naturally,” Colin replied, his tone firm. “Meddling isn’t our strong suit.”

“HELLO???” Elliott heard the kettle click off. “Look, Mr and Mrs. Bridgerton, I’m going to have to end the call now.”

There was no reply from his parents, just the faint sound of an argument happening in the background. Elliott shook his head. He didn’t need this so early in the morning. All he wanted to do was to break his fast.

Hours later

Emma walked out of the classroom with her shoulders slumped and her expression clouded. The graded recitation in her Legal Foundations class had not gone well. The professor's dismissive words echoed in her mind: “Sorry, Miss Williams, but you missed several key points and failed to articulate your arguments clearly. Do better next week.”

She gripped her bag tightly, feeling a surge of frustration and exhaustion. She was fed up with Legal Foundations and the professor's unhelpful feedback. All she wanted was to retreat to her dorm room, cry, and maybe indulge in some ice cream later on.

Elliott, waiting outside the lecture hall, noticed Emma’s somber demeanor as she walked past him. He quickly got up from the bench and approached her, his casual smile faltering as he saw her distressed face. “Hey, Ems. How did it go?” he asked, trying to sound upbeat.

Emma didn’t even look at him. She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her temples. “I failed my recitation so I’m probably going to fail the course this term.”

Elliott's face softened with concern. “I’m really sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Emma replied curtly. “I just want to be alone right now.”

“Not even my company? I’ll give you space if you need it,” Elliott said, trying to offer some comfort.

Emma gave a brief nod, her steps slow and heavy. “I’m heading to my dorm to cry. You’re welcome to be a witness if you want.”

Elliott nodded, respecting her need for space. “Okay. If you need anything, I’m here.”

Emma walked away, her mind still swirling with frustration, but knowing she had a friend nearby who cared.

In Agatha and Emma’s dorm room

“I thought you were going to cry?” Elliott asked, glancing up from his tablet. They had entered the room ten minutes ago, and he had expected her to be in bed, letting it all out. Instead, Emma had closed the drapes, plunging the room into near darkness with only a few streaks of light filtering through.

“I’m just about to,” Emma said, her voice muffled as she sank to the floor. She drew her knees to her chest and buried her face in them. Soon, Elliott could hear her soft sniffles and the quiet, heart-wrenching sobs. Her back heaved rhythmically, as if she were carrying an enormous weight on her shoulders.

Elliott had never witnessed such profound disappointment. He knew how hard Emma had worked—she'd reviewed diligently, read countless chapters, written extensive notes, memorized complex concepts, and sacrificed so much sleep. To see her fail was a crushing blow, one he could fully understand given his firsthand view of her tireless preparation. Now, he was a witness not only to her efforts to do well but also to her sadness as she mourned this setback.

Emma cried for quite some time before she stood up and headed to the bathroom. Elliott kept his promised and did not bother her, he did not even attempt to say anything that would liven up the mood. He knew she had to feel what she wanted to feel and once she’s ready to be okay again, then she would let him know. Sitting in the dimly lit room, however Elliott couldn’t help but feel a twinge of uneasiness. He resisted the urge to draw back the blackout curtains and let the sunlight in. He reminded himself that this wasn’t his space, but a place where he was simply a witness to her struggle.

After a while, Emma emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, with a touch of lip gloss. “Let’s go get some ice cream?” she suggested with a small, hopeful smile.

Elliott’s face brightened. “I thought you’d never ask!”

At the ice cream truck, half an hour later

“You didn’t have to pay.”

“I want to.” Elliott explained. “Besides, it’s such a small treat to change your mood.”

Emma sighed. “Sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m actually grateful you let me in,” Elliott said sincerely. “It’s rare for someone to show me such a vulnerable side.”

Emma smirked. “You’re always so in touch with your emotions. It’s a bit much, Elliott Bridgerton.”

“I suppose I am,” Elliott said with a chuckle.

“I really hate failing,” Emma admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.

“Who does?” Elliott countered. “But I have to say, those moments of failure often inspire some of the best songs.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying my misery might end up as one of your song lyrics?”

“Maybe. All I’m saying is that it could make for an interesting tune.”

Emma chuckled. “Well, if it helps you create something great, then I guess you’re welcome.”

Soon, the ice cream had done its job. Emma thanked Elliott for the treat and stood up. “I guess, it’s time to get back my head in those cases.”

“Already?” Elliott asked, surprised. “Why not give it a break for the night?”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “And what do you suggest I do instead?”

Elliott smiled, trying to sound casual. “How about joining me for my rehearsals? It might be a good distraction. It’s not law-related, but it could be a refreshing change of pace.”

“Rehearsals for what?”

“I’m collaborating with the Baroq Quartet for their concert next month,” Elliott explained. “It’s something different from your usual routine. It could be a nice way to clear your mind.”

Emma hesitated, considering the offer. The idea of escaping her legal studies, even briefly, was tempting. “Alright, I’ll come. I suppose it’s better than moping around all evening.”

“Fantastic!” Elliott said, visibly relieved. “I promise it’ll be enjoyable. We’re working on some new pieces that I think you’ll really like.”

Emma managed a genuine smile. “Looking forward to it, then.”

*

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Roomies vs Roomies 👭 Group Chat

Agatha [15:13]: Feel better @EmmaW 🫂🫂🫂

EmmaW [15:38]: TY @Agatha missing you a lot this week roomie 😘

Agatha [15:40]: Will be back b4 u know it 😫

Agatha [15:41]: Last three days in Paris huhu haha huhu

Elliott [18:24]:

Agatha [18:25]: Ooooohhh! Is this for the Baroq Concert @Elliott???

ParkerJ21 [18:26]: YAYY More 🎼 EB Music 🎹

EmmaW [18:58]:

Agatha [19:01]: @EmmaW SHE GOT FIRST DIBS?!?!?!?!??!?! UNBELIEVABLEEEEE AHSDKAHJKHAS CANRT EVENDA DTYPEEEEE 😱😱😱😱😱

Agatha [19:02: IS DAIDJHALSJDLA THIS A TYPE OF LAUNCH A IDK IHEWAHLDHSAKLJKLASJDASD 😱😱😱😱😱

JamesP [19:03]: @EmmaW Nice!! 😏

JamesP [19:05]: @Agatha Calm down dear Hahaha! 😅

EmmaW [19:07]: Just watching the rehearsals for a change ✌️

EmmaW [19:10]: @Agatha CALM DOWN

JamesP [19:12]: @EmmaW She's currently freaking out FYI lol 🫠

Agatha [19:15]: James is right. I AM NOT CALM!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Agatha [19:16]: We leave you both for a few days and here you are hanging out for the nth day ldsajlsajdlasdjlsamdaslmdlsadmla

EmmaW [19:20]: She is gone I see @JamesP 😨

JamesP [19:22]: @EmmaW Gone with the wind for sure 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 had to snap her back to reality twice

EmmaW [19:22]: See you both in a couple of days 👋

*

***

Chapter Text

The week-long Paris trip was over and Agatha felt quite bittersweet. Arriving in London, the Parkers had dropped her at the Bridgerton house and James thought he’d stay for a while for dinner. As soon as they entered, Penelope noticed the glow the couple had, obvious that their hearts were still full from the wonders of their trip. Minutes later, Agatha’s two cases were already unpacked, the scent of fresh air mixed with the aroma of French pastries filled the living area. She handed out her gifts one by one. Aside from the eclairs and chocolates that the Parkers sent for her parents, she got her mother a silk scarf with some French print on it and her father an elegant fountain pen. When it came to Elliott’s gift, Agatha brought out a carefully wrapped package, her excitement evident. “This one’s for you, Elliott. We had quite the adventure finding it.”

Elliott eagerly tore off the wrapping paper, his eyes widening as he unveiled the vintage musical poster. It was a rare piece, sold out in most of the shops they had visited in Paris. The intricate design and nostalgic charm of the poster were unmistakable. “No way! I can’t believe you actually found it!” Elliott exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

Agatha’s grin widened. “I won’t lie—it took a lot of searching, but I knew how much it meant to you.”

Elliott reached out and gave Agatha a heartfelt hug. “Thanks, Aggie, James! I’ve wanted this for ages.”

James chimed in with a chuckle, “Actually, it was more like a day’s worth of asking around and visiting a vintage music shops.”

“Good thing James’ French is perfect!” Agatha added with a teasing smile. “Did you know he spoke fluent French?”

“Really?” Penelope’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as James nodded.

Elliott flashed a smug grin. “I bet you were stunned to hear your boyfie speaking like a French lad.”

Agatha’s cheeks flushed slightly. “It was surprising, that’s all.”

“I actually taught her some useful phrases.” James said proudly.

“Like what?” Elliott asked, turning to Agatha. “Bonjour? Merci?”

Agatha rolled her eyes with a smile. “You know, it’s been a while since I heard you tease me that I’m actually quite fine with it.”

“I know you missed me!” Elliott winked. “I missed you too, Aggie! Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to spend some quality time with my best friend. You can expect him after an hour or two.” With that, he grabbed James by the arm and led him upstairs for some video game fun. James shot Agatha an apologetic look, but she just waved him off with a smile. Yes, she had thoroughly enjoyed her trip, but she was also more than happy to be home.

Penelope, overhearing the playful exchange between her twins, leaned over to Colin, who was too absorbed in using his new fountain pen. “Indeed, absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

*

A few days later

It was an early Monday morning, and Agatha had just been dropped off at her student dorm. Although she wasn't enrolled for the summer term, she had some UniMag work that required her to be on campus a few days a week. Dragging her suitcase behind her, she walked with a sense of anticipation toward her dorm room, eager to reunite with her roommate, whom she hadn’t seen in exactly a week.

As she entered expecting to find Emma, she was greeted by an unexpected sight: the room was dark and empty. Agatha flipped on the lights and her eyes immediately fell on something that caught her off guard—a guitar case leaning casually against Emma’s bed. Her curiosity piqued. She knew Elliott's guitar was practically an extension of him and he would never leave it anywhere but in his own room. The sight of it here was more than a little intriguing. Agatha quickly scanned the room for other peculiar items and spotted two more clues: Emma’s drawstring school bag, open and left on the bean bag and two fresh mugs of steaming tea on the kitchen counter. If one could infer from the scene she was in, it felt that the main characters had vanished in plain sight. But why in heavens would they leave the room?

Puzzled, Agatha pulled out her phone and dialed her roommate's number. Given that Emma didn’t have any early classes this summer term, Agatha found it odd that her roommate wasn’t around, and the clock had not even registered eight in the morning. Unfortunately, the call went straight to voicemail, and Agatha frowned. With still an hour before her UniMag meeting, she decided to wait for Emma’s return. Surely, she’d be back any minute—any second.

After approximately two minutes, Agatha’s phone buzzed. It was not Emma but Elliott's name registered on her phone screen. This she found odd once more. After calling Emma, her brother was now calling her. She pressed the green button and switched it to speaker mode.

“Aggie?”

“Elliott?”

“Are you in school?” Elliott asked.

“Just got dropped off ten minutes ago.”

“Oh.” His voice sounded a bit disappointed. “So, you’re in your dorm room?”

“Why are you asking such strange questions?”

“Emma’s with me,” Elliott said.

Agatha bit her lip. She hadn’t asked about Emma, yet Elliott was practically handing her all the information she needed. “Uh-huh...”

“Her phone’s acting up, so she couldn’t answer your call,” he explained.

That explained why her call had gone straight to voicemail. “Should I ask why you’re together at this time of day?”

“Oh, we’re just out for a run,” Elliott replied casually. “Anyway, I’ll swing by later to pick up my guitar. See you!”

The call ended and Agatha stared at her phone, her mind spinning. Nothing added up. They left two mugs of hot tea on the counter to go for a run? Emma, who wasn't even a morning person, was now suddenly into morning jogs? The inconsistencies were piling up, and Agatha couldn’t make sense of any of it. Yet, a smirk spread across her face as she considered how the morning's events seemed to confirm the suspicions she and James had about these two.

*

Agatha messaged James as soon as her meeting at UniMag concluded, wanting to check up on him and Mack. With both of them on summer break, James had been able to spend more time with Mack for his cancer treatments. His diagnosis had been a heavy blow to their family, and though the Parkers were strong and loving, the impact was undeniable—especially for a pet they considered part of the family. Their time in Paris had been a welcome respite, and the Parkers had ensured she was well cared for. Yet, she knew that back in London, they were grappling with a difficult reality. The bright spot however was hearing that Mack was responding well to chemotherapy, and making him comfortable post-treatment remained their top priority. At least for the rest of the summer term, James could be by Mack’s side.

[Agatha - James GC]

Agatha [10:45]: Hey, did you get a chance to nap? 🥱😴

James [10:45]: Not yet. How did your meeting go?

Agatha [10:46]: Summer term is so short, but the workload doesn’t ease up.

Agatha [10:47]: Is Mack asleep?

James [10:48]: He’s been asleep since we got back this morning. He’s been quite clingy lately.

James [10:49]:

Agatha [10:49]: Awwww... can’t blame my buddy! He must have missed you while we were away. 🫂

James [10:50]: And I miss you too, Aggie! 😍

Agatha [10:51]: I’ll call you tonight. 🥰 How does that sound?

James [10:52]: Sounds great! So, have you cracked the case of our missing roommates? 😎

Agatha [10:53]: I think I almost caught them together this morning. 💀

James [10:54]: What do you mean? Don't tell me Elliott was in your room, saw you get dropped off, and they disappeared together? Wow, the plot thickens. 👀

Agatha [10:55]: It’s a possibility. I haven’t seen them since I had to leave for my meeting. I’ve got a strange feeling about this, James.

James [10:56]: Good luck with that! Sorry I can’t be more help.

Agatha [10:56]: Stay put and don’t worry about it. I’ve got this—I think! 😉

James [10:58]: Okay! Send me updates!!! I’ll let you know if your brother slips up or something.

Agatha [11:00]: Good idea!!

*

Somewhere in campus

“Are you avoiding Aggie?” Emma asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“I’m not!” Elliott replied, defensively.

“Then why aren’t we back at the dorm? She’s probably waiting for us after a very long morning run. You know your sister—she’ll get to the bottom of this.” Emma glanced at her watch. It was well past a reasonable time for them to be out jogging.

“I don’t know!” Elliott leaned back on the bench, frustration evident. “I even felt guilty when I saw my parents’ car pull up at the drop-off.”

Emma sat down beside him, trying to reassure him. “Don’t. There’s nothing wrong with us hanging out.”

“There isn’t?” Elliott raised an eyebrow.

“We’re friends. Friends hang out.”

Elliott frowned. “Friends also don’t make out, Em.”

“It was just a few times,” she said, attempting to lighten the mood. “We were both caught up in the moment. Left alone in a room. Our feelings took over.”

“We also almost had sex--twice!” Elliott said, his tone serious. “If I hadn’t held back both times, we might be having a very different conversation right now.”

Emma sighed. “So, what do you want to do? It’s been a whirlwind. One day we’re in study groups, the next we’re undressing each other. It’s confusing.”

He looked directly at Emma. “Will it help if I say that I like you?” He paused, his gaze steady. “Em, do you like me too?”

Emma met his eyes, her expression softening. “Of course, I do.”

He smiled faintly, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “I just needed to know where we stand. It’s nice to know that the feelings are mutual.”

“Now that that’s settled, how about we take things slow and see where this goes?”

“Take things slow?” Elliott grinned playfully. “Does that mean we can’t make out anymore?”

Emma shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Maybe--it depends.”

“Depends on what?” Elliott asked, his curiosity piqued.

Emma laughed softly, the tension easing as they both enjoyed the moment of clarity. She glanced at her watch and stood up. “You know what, let’s head back. Aggie will be wondering where we’ve been! I know she knows something's going on!”

“Emma Williams! You didn’t even attempt to answer!” Elliott called out, still grinning.

“Guess we’ll just have to figure that out as we go.” With that, she walked towards the dorm, leaving Elliott to catch up, both of them in high spirits.

*

That evening

[Agatha - James GC]

James [18:22]: So where were our missing roommates? 😇

Agatha [18:23]: Sorry, I fell asleep and got busy. Long story short, they said they’re doing morning runs now and just happened to take a longer route today.

James [18:24]: Do you believe it? 😅

Agatha [18:25]: It’s plausible, but I still have a strange feeling about it.

James [18:25]: Maybe it’s your twin intuition. 👯

Agatha [18:26]: Whatever it is, there’s definitely something going on. They’re not the same as the people we left in London a week ago. 🤷‍♀️

James [18:27]: You know, when Elliott and I played games the other night, I noticed he seemed less intense than usual.

James [18:28]: Plus, he was super particular about keeping his phone close, like he was expecting messages.

Agatha [18:28]: Did you see if he was texting Emma? 🫣

James [18:29]: I could barely see his screen— he had that screen protector on.

Agatha [18:30]: Oh, that’s Sneaky Elliott Bridgerton for you! 😎

James [18:31]: Yeah, he's sneaky all right!

*

[👬Roomies vs Roomies 👭 Group Chat]

Agatha [18:45]: @EmmaW @Elliott are you having dinner together or can I join you guys? 🤔

EmmaW [18:49]: @Agatha OFC We’ll eat with you! My lecture is just ending in 15-20 mins--unless my prof says otherwise haha! 👌

Elliott [18:50]: @Agatha What do you want from the chicken place? I’m lining up now 🐔🍗🍟

Elliott [18:51]: Here’s the menu 👉[Link]👈

Agatha [18:51]: How very convenient 🙃

Elliott [18:52]: What?? The line gets pretty long over here.. 😉

JamesP [18:53]: 🫣

Elliott [18:54]: Send me your order ASAP @Agatha

*

[Agatha - James GC]

Agatha [18:53]: LOOK WHERE ELLIOTT ISSSSS PFFFTTT

Agatha [18:53]: SEE WHAT I MEAN 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

James [18:54]: Yes, Aggie. I do. HAHAHAHAHA!! 🤣

Agatha [18:55]: They’re so obvious I can’t with them! 🙃

James [18:56]: Good luck as you officially become the third wheel tonight! 😂

Agatha [18:57]: DREADING IT RN ☠️ RIP ME ☠️ SAVE ME!!!

James [18:58]: Haha! Tell me everything later!!

James [18:59]: Love you, Aggie! Be kind. 😘

Agatha [19:00]: My heart is in the right place but I’ve got my game face on.

Agatha [19:00]: Love you too! 😘

*

@ Parker Residence, a few days later

James sank onto the couch, looking at Agatha with curiosity. “So you think they’re together?”

Agatha, gently stroking Mack’s back, nodded thoughtfully. “I’m almost certain. I’ve never seen Elliott so uninterested in teasing me or Emma thinking that law isn't her only world! It’s like they’re in their own little bubble. Have you noticed if Elliott’s been avoiding online games with you lately?”

“He said he was busy but promised to set something up over the weekend.”

“Hmmm, BUSY--that’s because they’ve been spending so much time together!” Agatha said, a knowing smile on her face.

James shrugged. “Well, they’re both old enough and single. It’s not necessarily a bad thing if they’ve found each other. No matter how quick that was.”

“At the very least, they should be honest with the people closest to them. I’m curious to see how long they can keep up this pretense.”

He eyed her warily. “I don’t like the look on your face, Aggie. You’re making me and Mack nervous.”

“I wondering if I can speed things along with a little help from my family.”

“Your family? Little help?” James gave her a cautious look. “Do I really want to be involved in this?”

Agatha laughed softly. “Maybe not.”

James sighed with relief. “I appreciate you keeping me out of it.”

“I mean, our 19th birthday is coming up soon. I think that would be perfect timing to announce something.” Agatha turned her attention back to Mack, rubbing his belly affectionately. “Someone’s got to plan this thing, right, Mack? Right, buddy?”

"I think Mack agrees."

*

[Family GC]

Agatha [18:22]: @Elliott With our 19th birthday coming up, do you have any ideas or plans to celebrate? Maybe we could do something together?

Elliott [18:24]: @Agatha I haven’t really thought about it—been too busy to plan anything.

Agatha [18:26]: Are you saying you don’t want to celebrate? 😱 I was hoping for some rock-eoke or something fun!

Elliott [18:28]: Aggie, don’t you want something a bit more chill and intimate this year?

Agatha [18:29]: ????? Who are you and what have you done with Elliott Bridgerton ?????

CBridgerton [18:31]: @Elliott What do you mean by chill and intimate?

Agatha [18:32]: Spill the beans! 🫣

Elliott [18:35]: Just a small gathering with family and a few friends.

Agatha [18:36]: Friends— 😯

Elliott [18:37]: James, Emma, and family, of course.

Agatha [18:37]: What about my friends?? 

Elliott [18:39]: @Agatha Do you really have other friends you want to invite? I’d rather keep it low-key and just with the people who matter to us. Let’s keep it private this time.

Agatha [18:41]: People who matter—OKAY 👻

PBridgerton [18:41]: We can definitely keep it small @Elliott

PBridgerton [18:44]: And the Parkers too!

CBridgerton [18:45]: Pen, our families don’t exactly spell “small” 😅

Agatha [18:45]: Something smells fishy 🐟

Elliott [18:46]: If you want me to sing, fine, I’ll do it. Rock-eoke is still on the table. Maybe Aunt Eloise or Aunt Francesca will join in again. Should we have it at Aubrey Hall?

CBridgerton [18:48]: @Elliott Grandmum offered it when I last spoke about your birthday.

PBridgerton [18:49]: She’s probably just waiting for our confirmation.

Agatha [18:51]: Just messaged her. Waiting for her reply.

PBridgerton [18:52]: That was quick!

Agatha [18:57]: And it's confirmed! Grandmum says it’s all set! 😁

PBridgerton [18:58]: I keep forgetting how fast the Bridgerton gene works 🤣

CBridgerton [18:59]: Pen, are you still craving some kiwi fruit? 🥝 I can grab some from the market.

PBridgerton [19:00]: Yes, please—and also some camembert and brie 🧀

PBridgerton [19:02]: Col, I sent you another list via PM.

CBridgerton [19:02]: Already saw it 👍 See you in fifteen minutes.

Agatha [19:10]: Mama, that’s such a weird combination! 😲

*

***

Chapter Text

“Do you want me there tomorrow?” Emma asked softly.

“Of course! It’s my birthday. I get to choose who I want to spend it with,” Elliott replied, nudging his shoulder against hers.

Emma sighed. “We’re not even officially anything.”

“Not officially YET,” Elliott corrected with a grin.

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Fine, but how are we going to explain this?”

Elliott glanced around at the sight of them tangled together under the duvet. It was a surprising turn of events, something they had managed to avoid but now found themselves happily immersed in. From serenading her with his guitar to finding her beside him in bed, it had all been a wonderful blur.

“Are you just going to smile at me like that?” Emma asked, breaking the silence.

“What can I say? I’m happy. We should have done this a long time ago. You look incredible, Em,” Elliott said with a smile.

Emma rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re hopeless.” She grabbed the loose blanket and reached for her dress.

Elliott groaned. “Em, what are you doing? It’s still early.” He glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even six in the morning.

“But I thought we were early runners now?” she countered.

“Aren’t you tired? I’m seriously exhausted,” Elliott pouted, his eyes pleading. “Please, come back to bed.”

Emma hesitated, her resolve weakening as she saw his earnest expression. “Fine. We can cuddle—for an hour.”

“DEAL!” Elliott’s face lit up with joy as he made room for her beside him.

*

An hour later

Elliott felt his phone buzz under the duvet. Agatha’s name flashed on the screen, requesting a video call. “SHIT!”

Emma’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”

“Agatha’s calling,” Elliott said, fumbling to silence the screen. “I have to take this or she’ll suspect something.”

“Take it. I’ll stay quiet,” Emma whispered, pulling the duvet over her head.

Elliott took a deep breath and answered the call. Agatha’s face appeared on the screen.

“Morning, Elliott.”

“Good morning, dear sister. What can I do for you?” he replied, trying to sound casual.

“Still sleeping?”

“Just woke up,” Elliott said, adjusting his position. “What’s so urgent, Aggie?”

“I’m looking for Emma. I’ve been trying to call her, but her phone seems to be off.”

“Why do you need her?” Elliott asked, feeling a pang of worry. “You don’t need a key to get into your dorm room.”

“It’s not about that. I need to ask her something important.”

“And you thought of calling me?”

“Well, you’re both doing early morning runs, so I figured you’d be together—running or not.” Agatha explained.

“Just send her a message. I’m sure she’ll get back to you soon.”

Agatha frowned. “Fine. But tell her to check her phone, okay?”

Elliott’s brow furrowed. “Why me?”

Agatha moved her phone closer, her face looking blurry on the screen. “Because... I think I see her phone under your pillow.”

Elliott’s eyes widened. He dropped his phone onto his chest and reached under the pillow, finding Emma’s light blue phone case with Patrick Starr on it. He swore under his breath, feeling Emma’s grip on his arm tighten.

“Elliott?” Agatha’s voice crackled through the phone. “Why is it all black? Are you there?”

Elliott quickly scrambled to adjust the screen but he accidentally pressed the END button instead.

*

@ Parker Residence, 6:00 PM

James raised an eyebrow. “So he hasn’t said anything?”

“Nope. Total silence,” Agatha said, shaking her head. “He ended the call, and then Emma replied to my message. It’s either a huge coincidence or confirmation they’re together.”

“And you’re sure you saw her phone case under the pillow?”

“Absolutely,” Agatha replied. “Emma’s phone case is that bright blue one with Patrick Starr in fishnet stockings. I remember it well because I told her to get a different one since it’s so distracting. And then that socmed post of her liking neutrals? It's all coded, James!"

James chuckled. “Elliott and Emma in our dorm room? Your brother’s got some nerve.”

“And to think he had the audacity to act like we’re the ones with urges!” Agatha smirked. “Friends with benefits? Who would have guessed those two would end up in that situation?”

“Hold on, Aggie,” James said. “They haven’t exactly confirmed the friends-with-benefits label.”

“True, but if they’re sleeping together and not officially together, what would you call that?” Agatha asked.

James shrugged. “I guess we need more information.”

“At least I’ve got more to work with now,” Agatha said with a grin. “Can’t wait to bring it up tomorrow.”

“James—Agatha—dinner!” Mrs. Parker’s voice called from the kitchen.

“James, I hope your mother didn’t have to bake a cake for me!” Agatha said as she stood up from the couch.

“Too late, she wanted to celebrate your win at the SM UK!”

@Student Dorm, 6:30 PM

“Nice save on that post,” Elliott said with a smile.

“Oh come on, it was so obvious, Elliott!” Emma shook her head. “I’m sure Aggie knows.”

“Let’s not worry about it,” Elliott said. “She can’t confirm or deny anything anyway. It’ll all just sound like speculation.”

“I don’t like keeping things from her, though.”

Elliott’s expression brightened. “So, does that mean we can tell everyone we’re more than friends?”

“Are we?” Emma teased.

“I really don’t like the friends-with-benefits label,” Elliott said, frowning. “It’s just not me.”

Emma suddenly settled on his lap. “I don’t find it strange.”

“That’s because I’m the emotionally sappy one,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

“Yes, you are the musician, after all,” Emma said, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “With a very handsome face.”

“And you’re the law student who tries not to look soft—I get it,” He said, gazing into her eyes. “But you know I want something more, right?”

Emma nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know, Elliott. Just give me a little more time.”

He understood he needed to be patient, or he might lose her forever. So, he just agreed with what she said for the time being.

*

@Bridgerton House, later that evening

“Papa, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Agatha said, pausing her typing to look at her father.

“What is it?” Colin turned to face her.

“Have you noticed that Mama’s been acting a bit strange lately?”

“Strange?” Colin leaned back in his chair, intrigued. “In what way?”

“Well, for starters, she’s been eating some really odd food combinations. I didn’t say anything because I thought it might just be her PMS cravings getting the better of her. But isn’t it weird that she’s eating peanut butter and ketchup together?”

“Peanut butter and ketchup?” Colin looked puzzled.

Agatha nodded vigorously. “Yes, and she pairs it with kiwi fruit. She dips the kiwi into the peanut butter-ketchup mix or adds brie, honey and cinnamon crumble as a drizzle. It’s really unusual, don’t you think? Her taste buds seem out of control.”

Colin’s expression grew serious. “Pen--”

Penelope walked into the study, her face showing confusion. “What’s going on?”

Colin cleared his throat. “Your daughter is concerned about your strange food habits.”

Penelope’s eyes widened. “What about them?”

“It’s not just that, Mama.” Agatha said, her concern evident. “I’ve also noticed you getting fatigued more easily. You’re always so energetic, but lately, you seem tired and out of breath, leaning on Papa more often. Is everything okay?”

Penelope walked over to Colin and took his hands. “Nothing is wrong with me, Agatha. I’m fine,” she reassured her. “But there’s something important that your father and I need to tell you and Elliott. It’s something we need to share with both of you together.”

Agatha looked at her parents intently. “When will you tell us?”

“Tomorrow,” Colin said. “Consider it a special birthday gift.”

"Are we taking a family holiday to Paris?"

Colin and Penelope looked at their daughter in awe. "You're still on a Parisian hangover!" Penelope cupped her daughter's cheek.

"It's something better than Paris, we promise." Colin assured.

*

*

Later that evening

“She’s onto you guys, bro,” James said, pausing for emphasis. “Her intuition is as sharp as her investigative skills.”

“James, you’re supposed to help me out here,” Elliott’s voice held a hint of frustration. “Can’t you at least distract her?”

“I can’t lie to Aggie!” He shot back. “Plus, is it my fault your twin is so perceptive or that you can’t keep your hands off her roommate? Elliott, you need to get your act together.”

“I do have my act together,”

“Oh, really? Because sleeping with her doesn’t exactly spell ‘responsible.’”

“Shhh! I’ve been trying to make things right for a while now,” Elliott explained. “Emma just has a way of pushing me over the edge.”

“I don’t want to hear any more about this,”

“Anyway, I’ve got a plan. Trust me on this, James.” Elliott said. “Please don’t say anything to Agatha.”

There was a long sigh at the end of the line. “Hmm—sounds like you’re not the only one.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Err—nothing,” James said quickly. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Bright and early!”

“Bright and early? The party’s not until three o’clock.”

“Okay, see you at three!” James replied. “Tell Emma I said hello too.”

“How did—”

“I know she’s been staying at our dorm room, Elliott. I’m not stupid!”

***

Chapter Text

"Happy Birthday, dearest Aggie!"

Agatha stirred awake, blinking in the soft morning light to find both her parents sitting on her bed. Her mother held a box of her favorite red velvet cupcakes, with twelve candles flickering on top. Her father, slightly off-key, hummed the birthday tune with a smile.

“Make a wish before you blow out the candles, dear!” Penelope encouraged, clasping her hands together.

Agatha closed her eyes, thought of a wish, and blew out the candles. “Twelve candles?”

“They only come a dozen,” Penelope joked.

“It was either that or twenty four.” Colin added with a grin.

“Oh, we love you regardless of candles, Aggie!” Penelope pulled her daughter into a tight hug, with Colin quickly joining in.

“What about Elliott?” Agatha asked as they pulled away.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got his favorite chocolate cake ready,” Penelope assured her.

“Are you planning to surprise him at the dorm?” Agatha asked, suddenly alert. She knew Elliott might not be alone in his room, and an unexpected visit could turn awkward—especially with their parents.

“Yes, that’s why we woke you up,” Penelope began.

“Hmmm, maybe that’s not the best idea,” Agatha quickly interrupted. “I mean, why disturb him? He’s probably still asleep.”

“But you said he runs every morning now,” Penelope pointed out, eyeing her daughter curiously.

“Err—he does,” Agatha replied, trying to deflect the conversation.

“Agatha, is there something you’re not telling us?” Colin asked, his skepticism growing. “Why shouldn’t we surprise your brother?”

“It’s his birthday. He’ll understand the surprise, just like you did,” Penelope reasoned. “Besides, we always surprise you on your birthday!”

Agatha hesitated, glancing first at her father, whose expression was growing more concerned by the second, and then at her mother, who looked increasingly bewildered. Finally, she sighed and sank back into her bed. “Because—I think—I think he might not be alone.”

“What are you talking about?” Colin’s eyes narrowed as he started to piece things together. “Agatha Bridgerton, who is your brother with?”

Agatha winced, grabbing her mother’s arm. “Um, I suspect… my roommate.”

“Emma?” Penelope’s voice shot up an octave.

Agatha bit her lip, realizing she had been cornered. “It’s just a suspicion—no confirmation. But they’ve been spending a lot of time together lately.”

Colin straightened up, his demeanor shifting. “Pen, we’ve got to go. It’s his birthday, but if he’s with that young lady—“

“Colin, wait,” Penelope interjected, holding his hand tightly. “It’s Elliott’s birthday too. I don’t want to ruin his day—or ours. Can we give him the chance to explain at the party later? Please?”

Colin took a deep breath, calming himself. “Alright, I’ll let it go for now—but only because it’s not just any day.”

Agatha herself calmed down but it was too late for her to get out of the situation.

“Aggie, I have some questions and you have a lot of explaining to do.” Colin stated. “Now, go get dressed for breakfast so we can talk downstairs.”

She nodded before seeing her mother’s comforting face. “We’ll see you downstairs, love?”

“Yes, mama.”

*

[Agatha - James GC]

James [8:30]: HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY AGGIE! 🥳🎉 I love you more today than yesterday! ❤️

Agatha [8:30]: TYSM! ILYSB! 😍

Agatha [8:31]: BTW NGL I may have to abandon my Elliott-Emma plans. 😑

James [8:31]: WDYM?

Agatha [8:32]: My parents found out about Elliott and Emma thanks to their great cornering skills. Had no choice but to let them know of my suspicions.

James [8:33]: Oh boy! I’m surprised your father didn’t rush to the dorms.

Agatha [8:34]: Believe me, he wanted to. 😒

Agatha [8:34]: But as always, Penelope Bridgerton calms down the beast.

James [8:45]: Gotta admire your mother! She does magic spells! 😅

James [8:46]: So, they’re going to wait for Elliott to admit to everyone?

Agatha [8:46]: That’s the new plan. Let agency take charge. Oh the wisdom of Lady Whistledown. It will be interesting to see if Elliott really does it.

James [8:47]: Give your brother some credit. He is a performer after all.

Agatha [8:48]: We shall see..

Agatha [8:48]: BTW, how’s Mack’s condition today?

James [8:49]: He’s more than okay. Thank goodness it’s his second to the last treatment. I think the vets are impressed of his progress. Finally, we can breathe a little bit better.

Agatha [8:50]: Awww! I’m so happy for him and for you! You know, that’s half of my birthday wish—for Mack to do better.

James [8:50]: Sweet of you, Aggie to think of him.

James [8:51]: Sorry if I can’t see you earlier. We’ll head straight to Aubrey Hall after Mack’s treatment.

James [8:51]: Are you sure we can bring him to the party?

Agatha [8:52]: Definitely! Grandmum said it’s going to be an outdoor party so there’s a lot of space for everyone even pets. Plus, I think Mack’s gonna love my nieces and nephews.

Agatha [8:53]: Oooohh, and he can meet Grandmum’s dog too!

James [8:54]: Sounds great, Aggie! Can’t wait to see you. 🥰

Agatha [8:55]: Wanna make Elliott wet his pants? 😈

James [8:56]: Aggie! It’s his birthday too!

Agatha [8:57]: I am aware! Haha!

*

[👬Roomies vs Roomies 👭 Group Chat]

Agatha [9:00]: ARE YOU AWAKEY WAKEY @Elliott HBD Brother bear!!! 🥳

Elliott [9:03]: It’s Saturday, Aggie. Let me sleep in. HBD sis 🎂

Agatha [9:05]: The parents already woke me up and we’re on our way to do the same for you so yeah consider this a head’s up

Elliott [9:06]: WHAT

Elliott [9:07] WDYM you’re on your way

Elliott [9:07]: I havent showered

Elliott [9:08]: Agatha you have to stall them

Elliott [9:10]: Agatha Marie Bridgerton

Agatha [9:11]: I have no middle name, Elliott

Elliott [9:23]: Don’t make me give you one!! 😩

Elliott [9:25]: Don’t make jokes like this Agatha it aint funny 😣

JamesP [9:26]: Happy Birthday @Elliott!! See you later bro! 🥳

EmmaW [9:27]: What’s up what’s happening at this early hour?!

Agatha [9:28]: @EmmaW wakey wakey roomie! See you later hun!

EmmaW [9:29]: @Agatha Been awake lol 😳

Elliott [9:30]: Aggie are you coming 🙄

Elliott [9:30]: Aggie are you 🙄

Elliott [9:31]: Aggie are 🙄

Elliott [9:32]: Aggie 🙄

Elliott [9:33]: Aggie 🙄

Elliott [9:34]: Aggie are 🙄

Elliott [9:34]: Aggie are you 🙄

Elliott [9:35]: Aggie are you coming 🙄

Agatha [9:35]: You’re so annoying

Elliott [9:36]: WHAT

Agatha [9:36]: You can chill. Papa said we’ll meet you at Aubrey Hall. 🤨

Elliott [9:37]: Thank you Jesus!

EmmaW [9:37]: He shrieked like a baby 👶

Agatha [9:40]: @EmmaW You heard him? That must be one loud scream bro 😛

EmmaW [9:41]: @Agatha very loud and high pitched—like a bird TBH

Agatha [9:42]: @EmmaW what kind of bird? Like a chicken? 🐔

EmmaW [9:43]: @Agatha actually more like a 🐥

James [9:45]: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

James [9:45]: CinderElliott no more 👠

Elliott [9:46]: Back in the day when it’s your birthday people actually respect and care about your feelings 🙄

Agatha [9:46]: Oh grow up.. We’re nineteen, not nine. 🤪

*

@ Aubrey Hall, around 130PM

Violet Bridgerton truly outdid herself for the twins’ 19th birthday at Aubrey Hall, creating an unforgettable celebration that went far beyond a typical dinner with round tables and an empty ballroom for dancing. Instead, she transformed the back gardens into a spectacular outdoor adventure park. The setup featured beautifully decorated luxury glamping tents, gourmet campfire meal stalls, and an outdoor stage with a massive 12-foot screen for the evening's movie screening. Thoughtful as ever, Violet ensured there were dedicated spaces for the adults, teenagers, tweens, and younger kids to enjoy. While Elliott had gently reminded his grandmother that he wanted an intimate gathering, the idea of "intimate" is a relative term in the Bridgerton family, especially with a guest list that starts with at least twenty-five immediate family members alone.

“Mum, this is—” Colin was at a loss for words as he took in the transformed gardens.

“Pretty marvelous?” Violet suggested, finishing her son’s sentence with a smile.

“I was going to say pretty excessive,” Colin replied, still amazed.

“Oh, stop it—the twins only turn nineteen once. Let me give them a party they’ll never forget!” Violet declared, her excitement infectious.

“Grandmum, are those real glamping tents?” Agatha leaned over the balcony for a better look, her eyes wide with awe.

“The event planner started setting them up a few days ago,” Violet revealed with a satisfied nod.

“Violet, this is incredibly generous of you.” Penelope leaned in to hug her mother-in-law, touched by the effort.

“Only the best for my family,” Violet replied warmly.

“Agatha, where’s James? I thought he’d be joining us,” Violet asked, scanning the scene.

“Yes, Grandmum. He’s coming with his parents later on,” Agatha assured her with a smile. “He’s bringing Mack since they’re heading here right after his treatment. I hope that’s okay?”

“Of course! Pets are part of the family too,” Violet replied warmly, scanning Colin’s family. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed someone was missing. “Where’s the other birthday celebrant? Didn’t he come with you, Colin?”

“He’s coming later, Mother,” Colin responded with a hint of amusement. “And just so you know, he may or may not be alone.”

“Elliott Bridgerton is bringing a guest? That has never happened before.” Violet’s face lit up. “Will he finally introduce us to Emma?”

“The real question, Grandmum, is whether he’ll even admit he has feelings for her,” Agatha teased, linking arms with her grandmother, ready to share more juicy details about her brother and her roommate.

“You know what, let’s join your Aunties inside and chat about that. I have a lot of questions!” Violet agreed. “It’s a good thing we have time before the rest of our guests start arriving.”

*

Around 3:30 PM

Outside the grand entrance of Aubrey Hall, Elliott held Emma’s hand tightly as they both gazed up at the sprawling estate. Emma was in awe, her eyes wide as she took in the sheer size of the place.

“This is your family’s country estate?” she asked, still marveling at the sight. “How many rooms does it have?”

Elliott shrugged, a playful grin on his face. “Honestly, I’m not sure—maybe close to fifty?”

“Elliott, this is straight out of a fairytale,” she breathed.

“So, you don’t want to go in?” he teased.

“Are you kidding? I can’t wait to see what’s inside!” Emma replied, excitement bubbling in her voice.

Elliott smiled, his heart light. “Come on then—I’m excited for everyone to meet you.”

As they stepped inside, the sounds of lively music filled the air, adding to the celebratory atmosphere that enveloped them.

“Elliott! Birthday boy—you’ve just arrived?” Uncle Benedict called out, spotting them first. He was standing with his wife, Sophie.

“Uncle Ben! Aunt Sophie!” Elliott greeted them with a wide smile. “Yeah, we just got here.”

“We?” Benedict began, but Sophie quickly cut him off.

“And who is this lovely young lady?” Sophie turned to Emma, her eyes warm.

“This is Emma Williams. She’s with me,” Elliott introduced, his voice proud.

“Hello,” Emma said shyly, nodding at the couple. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

“With you—” Benedict started, then cleared his throat. “It’s nice to meet you too, Emma. If you can remember my name by the end of this party, you’ll definitely have my vote.”

“Ben,” Sophie scolded lightly, squeezing his arm. “Emma, don’t mind my husband. Please, enjoy yourself today.”

Emma smiled. “Of course, thank you.”

“Elliott, is that you I see?” Violet’s voice carried across the hall as she spotted her grandson from a few meters away. “Finally—the twins are complete!”

“I’m telling you, Emma—remember my name, and there’s a reward in it for you,” Benedict whispered with a grin before Sophie led him away.

“Grandmum!” Elliott called out as he walked toward Violet, who was beaming. “I’d like you to meet someone.”

Violet extended her hand to Emma with a kind smile. “Is this Emma?”

“Hello, Lady Bridgerton,” Emma said, shaking her hand. “Yes, my name is Emma Williams. Thank you for having me in your beautiful home.”

Violet waved off the formalities. “Please, don’t be so formal, Emma. I’m a cool grandmum, right, El?”

Elliott laughed. “The coolest.”

“I’m just a bit embarrassed,” Emma admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“And why is that, dear?” Violet asked gently.

“It just feels a bit odd that we became Instagram friends before meeting in person.”

Violet chuckled. “Oh, I think that’s perfectly normal these days with you youngsters. But I’m so glad to finally meet you in person. You’re just as lovely as I imagined. I can see why my grandson is so smitten.”

“I’m not smitten,” Elliott protested with a grin.

“Maybe obsessed is a better word?” Violet teased.

Elliott shook his head, still smiling. “Grandmum, do you know where Mama and Papa are?”

“Your Mama is resting in your dad’s study,” Violet replied. “Why don’t you have a chat with her, and then join us outside for the party celebrations?”

Elliott gave her a grateful hug. “Thank you, Grandmum.”

*

Colin’s study was tucked away in the far wing of the estate, a location Elliott knew well, which was fortunate because Emma was already feeling a bit dizzy from the labyrinth of hallways they had navigated. When they finally reached the study, Elliott paused at the door and turned to Emma. “You okay, Em?”

She gave a small smile, still trying to steady herself. “Just a bit woozy from that maze. Now I’m getting nervous about meeting your parents.”

“You’ve met them a few times before,” Elliott reminded her.

“Yes, but we were just friends then,” Emma said, her voice tinged with anxiety. “This time it’s different.”

Elliott opened his arms, offering comfort. “Want a hug before we go in?”

She nodded and melted into his embrace. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but this is crazy, Elliott.”

He whispered back, a hint of mischief in his tone, “Believe me, it’s about to get even crazier.”

Elliott knocked twice on the study door, and his father's voice promptly invited them in. As they stepped inside, they found Colin seated in his armchair, while Penelope reclined gracefully on the chaise lounge.

“Elliott!” Colin immediately stood up, his eyes catching sight of his son’s hand intertwined with Emma’s.

“Emma!” Penelope’s face lit up with genuine delight as soon as she saw them.

“We’re glad you both arrived safely,” Colin said warmly.

“Hello, Papa, Mama.” Elliott’s smile was filled with affection. “Emma and I wanted to come and greet you.”

Penelope stood up, embracing her son tightly. “Happy Birthday, dear!” she exclaimed before turning to Emma. “It’s so good to see you, Emma. It’s been a while since we last met.”

“I’m happy to see you again, Mrs. Bridgerton, Mr. Bridgerton,” Emma replied sincerely. “Thank you for having me today.”

“The pleasure is ours, right, Col?” Penelope nudged her husband, who seemed momentarily lost in thought. Colin quickly refocused, nodding in agreement. “Absolutely, Emma. You’re no stranger to us.”

“Definitely not a stranger,” Penelope echoed warmly.

Just then, the door swung open again, and Agatha burst in, slightly out of breath. “Elliott! There you are! Hi, Emma!” she exclaimed, her face flushed with excitement. “I saw you both and ran as soon as I could but—oh Mama, Papa—you’re here too?”

“Agatha, I’m glad you’re here,” Colin said, his tone warm but serious.

“Why? Did you need me for something?” Agatha asked, curious.

“Now that you’re both here, your father and I have something important to tell you,” Penelope said, glancing at her husband for support.

“Should I step outside for a bit?” Emma offered politely.

“There’s no need for that, Emma,” Penelope assured her with a gentle smile.

Agatha and Elliott exchanged concerned looks, unsure if the news would be good or bad.

“Do we need to sit down for this?” Elliott asked, sensing the gravity of the situation.

“Yes, please,” Penelope said, taking Colin’s hand as they stood side by side. She waited for Agatha, Elliott, and Emma to settle on the couch before continuing.

“We’ve been meaning to share this news with you,” Colin began, “but your mother thought it best to wait until you weren’t so overwhelmed with university.”

“Mama, are you… are you unwell?” Elliott asked, worry creasing his brow. “What’s happening?”

“I’m not as unwell as I was,” Penelope reassured him. “The past eight weeks have been challenging, but I’m feeling much better now.”

“You mean, you’ve been sick? What exactly is going on?” Agatha pressed, her concern deepening.

Penelope took a deep breath before revealing the news. “I’m with child.”

“Wait—does that mean… pregnant?” Elliott blurted out, only to receive a nudge from Emma.

“Mama, are you serious?” Agatha’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that why you’ve been having all those strange food cravings and fatigue?”

Penelope nodded, and Agatha immediately jumped up to hug her tightly. “Oh my goodness, I can feel your baby bump!”

Elliott also stood, moving to embrace his father. “Congratulations, Papa! Mama! This is wonderful news!”

“Thank you, son,” Colin said, clearly moved by his children’s reactions. “We’re very happy.”

“But there’s more,” Penelope added with a knowing smile.

“More?” Agatha and Elliott exchanged surprised glances.

“Yes, more. Twins run in our family, you know,” Colin said, his eyes twinkling.

“NO WAY!” Agatha gasped, placing her hands gently on her mother’s growing belly. “TWINS AGAIN?! Awwww, this is the best birthday gift ever! Who else knows?”

“So far, only your Grandmum Violet knows. We plan to make the announcement later today.” Penelope replied.

“Papa, you do realize that with the age gap, I could practically be the twins’ father,” Elliott joked, grinning.

“Elliott, enough with that,” Colin said, playfully grabbing his son by the neck and leaning in to whisper, “I know it’s not official yet, but I hope you’re being responsible with Emma.”

Elliott coughed lightly, caught off guard. “Of course, Papa. I’m always responsible.”

“Come on, let’s head outside—your Grandmum is probably wondering why her party hasn’t kicked off yet,” Penelope said, taking Agatha’s hand and extending her other hand to Emma with a warm smile. “Welcome to the family, Emma.”

*

The party commenced with fun and games, led by the self-proclaimed "funnest" aunt and uncle duo, Uncle Greg and Auntie Hyacinth. The two were natural hosts, bringing back memories of their past hosting gigs during Bridgerton birthdays. The program was delightfully simple: the blowing out of a two-tiered cake, singing "Happy Birthday" in various languages, relay games, and a few heartfelt speeches from Colin, Penelope, Grandmum Violet, and Grandmum Portia. The afternoon festivities wrapped up just before sunset, setting the stage for part two of the celebration, which would resume over dinner.

Gregory took the microphone and announced, "That’s a wrap for our afternoon show—we’ll see everyone again at dinner. For now, relax, enjoy some conversation and the sights.”

“Yes, the weather has been oh so lovely!” Hyacinth chimed in, “I’m sure you’ll all be back later, especially for one of the most anticipated events at every Bridgerton party—some good old-fashioned singing!”

“You heard right,” Gregory continued. “We’ll have a blazing bonfire—and smores for the little ones, acoustic music, star-gazing, and to cap off the night, a movie screening under the stars.”

“I heard from Mama that Elliott and Agatha wanted a small celebration—but this is how we do small. Sorry, you two! We love celebrating too much and we love love!” Hyacinth winked.

*

“I’m glad you’re here, Ems,” Agatha said, leaning her head on her roommate’s shoulder while she gently stroked Mack’s bare tummy.

“I was nervous at first, but everyone’s been so kind to me,” Emma replied.

Agatha sat up and placed Mack on her lap, her expression shifting. “So, are you ever going to tell me if you and Elliott are a thing?”

“Aggie—” Emma hesitated.

“You’re still unsure even after sleeping together?!” Agatha asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Emma’s cheeks flushed pink. “It wasn’t planned. It just... happened.”

“And still no feelings?” Agatha pressed. “Come on, it’s just us now. James and Elliott won’t be back until they’re done playing cards with my uncles.”

Emma sighed, her voice softening. “You know how I am, Aggie—always more logic than emotion.” She paused, then added, “But lately, it’s like all that logic disappears when I’m with Elliott.”

“Ewww!” Agatha made a face, then quickly apologized with a smile. “I know I asked, but hearing it becomes different when it’s about my brother. Look Em, I won’t push it if he’s not pushing it.”

“Oh, believe me he’s pushing it,” Emma admitted. “He keeps telling me how much he wants us to be something more.”

“Then be something more!” Agatha exclaimed, grabbing Mack’s paws. “Right, Mack? Tell Emma she needs to take a chance!” Mack gave a small bark, as if in agreement. “Risk it! Risk it! Risk it! We all need to take risks, you know! Look at this guy—powering through his treatments!”

Emma rubbed Mack’s ears, watching as he yawned contentedly. “Fine—Maybe I will.”

“That’s my girl!” Aggie smiled.

*

As evening fell, it was time for the acoustic night portion of the party. Three acts performed before Elliott took the stage, with Francesca preceding him, playing a few beautiful songs on the piano.

“Thank you, everyone, for being here,” Elliott began, addressing the gathering. “I think I can speak for my sister when I say we’re both incredibly grateful for this wonderful evening. Grandmum Violet has truly outdone herself, and it’s clear this is a testament to her love for family. Tonight, I’ve been reminded of just how important family is and how essential it is to never be afraid to show our love. I’m grateful for everyone here, and I wouldn’t change a thing about this moment—although, there’s something I need to say to someone special tonight.”

Emma clutched Agatha’s hand tightly. “Aggie, what’s going on?”

“Shhhh…” Agatha whispered, trying to calm her.

“The first song I’m performing tonight is one I recently wrote. I’ve been captivated by a young lady, and this song is an ode to how much I admire her.” Elliott paused. “Sometimes I feel nervous around her, and other times I don’t. Anyway, she’s here right now—if you haven’t met her yet, be sure to say hello later. Emma, this song is for you.”

“Shucks, did he just write me a song?” Emma’s grip tightened even more.

“And he’s going to sing it in front of everyone,” Agatha added with excitement. “Brace yourself, Em!”

Out of My League [Original Lyrics by Stephen Speaks]

Source: https://genius.com/Stephen-speaks-out-of-my-league-lyrics

It's her hair and her eyes today

That just simply take me away

And the feeling that I'm falling further in love

Makes me shiver but in a good way

All the times I have sat and stared

As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair

And she purses her lips, bats her eyes

And she plays with me sittin there slacked jaw

And nothing to say

'Cause I love her with all that I am

And my voice shakes along with my hands

'Cause she's all that I see and she's all that I need

And I'm out of my league once again

It's a masterful melody

When she calls out my name to me

As the world spins around her

She laughs, rolls her eyes

And I feel like I'm fallin but it's no surprise

'Cause I love her with all that I am

And my voice shakes along with my hands

'Cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea

But I'd rather be here than on land

Yes, she's all that I see and she's all that I need

And I'm out of my league once again

As soon as Elliott finished playing his song on the piano, he was met with heartfelt applause and cheers from his family. He knew Emma was sitting beside Agatha, so when he turned to their corner, he was shocked to find her missing. He scanned the grounds, but she seemed elusive. Had she missed the song he wrote for her? The cheers grew louder, and Elliott was puzzled.

Suddenly, he felt a tug on his right sleeve and turned to find Emma standing beside him, tears in her eyes. He gently wiped them away. “Em, why are you crying?”

“That was beautiful,” she said, her voice trembling.

“That was for you,” Elliott whispered. “I hope you liked it.”

“Elliott, I’ve fallen for you, too,” she replied.

Elliott was momentarily stunned. “What? Did I hear that correctly?”

“I love you, Elliott Bridgerton!” Her declaration was amplified by the microphone, causing the crowd to gasp and then cheer wildly for the young couple on stage.

“Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!” Anthony and Benedict started the chant, while Colin laughed heartily. “Oh boy!” was all he managed to say.

“Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!” Soon, everyone joined in.

Agatha and James leaned against each other, eager to see what Elliott would do. Agatha pulled out her phone to capture the sweet moment. “I know they’ll thank me for this.”

Elliott approached the microphone. “Family, I know you’re all excited, but—”

“FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE, JUST KISS HER, ELLIOTT!” Benedict shouted.

“YEAH—SNOG HER REAL GOOD!” Eloise added.

Elliott sighed and shook his head. “I’m not going to get in trouble for this, am I, Father?”

Colin grinned briefly before shaking his head, giving his approval.

Elliott stepped away from the microphone and moved closer to Emma, who had been waiting patiently. “I told you it was going to get crazier.”

“Well, you did warn me,” she replied with a nod.

“I know you’ve fallen for me, but you don’t have to worry,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I love you too, Ems.” He gave her a brief, tender kiss on the lips, and she kissed him back, sealing the deal.

***

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