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The winds were favorable and, while the ship did sway, the seas were not rough. Colin lounged on the stern deck, enjoying the early sunrise and journaling his return trip across the Channel. Colin had found a quiet spot to write in his journal before the other first and second class passengers rose. If the helmsman was correct, he would be back on English soil in a few days.

He took a biscuit from the napkin next to him. He knew from Pen’s letters and Eloise’s bemoaning ones that Eloise would likely be making her debut before the Queen in just a few hours. He had made an honest attempt to arrive on time, cutting his visit to Dalmatia short, but the winds did not cooperate. He wasn’t sure if Eloise would be angered by his lack of attendance or grateful to have one less witness.

He idly reached for another biscuit but his hand found none. He looked and found, not his snack, but a corgi with crumbs on his face.

Colin laughed and patted the dog’s head. “Where did you come from?”

Up the stairs came two young women, their eyes widening at the sight of him and the dog. The elder of the two quickly hurried over and scooped up the dog. “Newton! There you are! What have you done now?”

The elder looked at Colin apologetically, “My sincere apologies, my lord. I hope Newton has not caused you any trouble.”

“Not at all, Miss. It seems he and I both had a desire to break our fasts early.”

“I fear it is my fault,” said the younger, her hands clasped in front of her, “I had left our cabin door open and he snuck out. It will not happen again, I assure you.”

“I imagine the other passengers would appreciate that. I fear I am a hazard enough on the ship’s food stores alone without the aid of a hungry co-conspirator,” he joked.

The two women looked at him in relief.

“We are grateful for your kindness, sir,” smiled the younger, “Truly.”

Colin nodded. “Is your father or brother available? I would like to meet him so we might do proper introductions.”

The younger one shook her head. “We have no brothers and our father has passed. While we do have our mother traveling with us, if you wish to speak to the head of our household, you need only speak to my sister, Kate.”

The elder smiled at her sister and gave Colin a confident grin. “Indeed.” The women curtsied. “I am Miss Kate Sharma and this is my sister, Miss Edwina Sharma.”

“A pleasure to meet you both, I am Colin Bridgerton,” he said with a bow. “I am sorry to hear about your father. My own passed away ten years ago now. Similar to you, Miss Sharma, my eldest brother is the head of my family.”

“Yes, well, if the season goes as we hope, Edwina will have a husband to care for her and mother soon,” Kate said, leaning into Edwina. Newton licked her face.

“Will you two be participating in the London season then?”

“Edwina will be participating, Mr. Bridgerton,” answered Kate. “I myself am not.”

Edwina shook her head playfully. “Kate seems to believe herself to be a spinster at twenty and six. Can you believe such a thing, Mr. Bridgerton?”

“Bon,” Kate laughed, “Do not trap Mr. Bridgerton with such questions.”

“I am afraid I must agree with Miss Edwina, I think you have dismissed yourself too early,” said Colin. “If you would like, I will introduce you to my mother and brother. They’ve compiled quite a list of gentlemen for my sisters, though I do warn you, my mother loves to meddle.“

Kate shook her head, “That is hardly necessary…”

“We will be staying with an old acquaintance of our mother, Lady Agatha Danbury,” Edwina interrupted, “Do you know her?”

Colin raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Lady Danbury is a dear family friend. She’s perhaps the most respected and feared woman in the ton, except for the Queen of course.”

“Of course,” Kate agreed with a tight smile.

“Then it is decided. She will introduce us so you might introduce us to others,” said Edwina with a nod. “Won’t that be nice, Kate?”

“Yes, it will be delightful,” she said tightly. Kate adjusted the pudgy corgi in her arms. “It has been a pleasure, Mr. Bridgerton, but I do believe we should get back to our cabin before the matron catches us up here. I have no desire to hear another lecture about preserving the moral integrity of women at sea.”

Colin laughed. “Of course. Have a good day, Miss Edwina, Miss Sharma.”

As the young ladies disappeared back below deck, he returned to his journal.

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Less than twenty-four hours after his arrival home, he found himself dressed in a suit and riding in the family carriage with his two older brothers, his mother, and Eloise.

Eloise huffed and fidgeted with her dress while Anthony glared out the window. Violet fretted about Eloise’s appearance and reminded them all about proper conduct.

When the carriage finally stopped, Colin all but leaped out. Anthony and Benedict quickly followed him. Anthony paced like a cornered animal, agitation in his every movement. Benedict stood by casually watching the show as Colin helped his mother and sister down.

“You look lovely, Eloise,” said Violet, giving her daughter a final look over.

Eloise ruffled her dress with a frustrated sigh. “I feel like a prized heifer.”

“Moo,” Benedict uttered helpfully in her ear.

Eloise scowled at him.

Colin brushed up next to her. “Truly, you have nothing to fear. Pen is likely already here and she and I have survived many balls together. I am sure you will be able to endure as well with proper company.”

Violet patted Eloise’s arm. “Lady Danbury is hosting an old acquaintance of ours and her daughters. If I recall correctly, the younger one should be about your age. Perhaps you would like to be introduced?”

“Do I have a choice?” She asked incredulously.

Violet gave her a smile and a meaningful look before taking Anthony’s arm.

Anthony and Violet entered the conservatory Lady Danbury reserved for the ball together followed by Eloise and Benedict with Colin bringing up the rear.

The young Lord Ashbrook was the first to spot them, with his eyes clearly focused on Eloise. Benedict quickly led Eloise away, talking of the excellent cakes that were sure to be served. Colin took the opportunity to escape as well and look for the one person he was hoping to see.

Penelope was not difficult to find despite her short stature. Her cheery dresses and bright red hair allowed her to stand out amongst the plainer crowd.

He found her next to the refreshments table with a glass of lemonade already in hand. Benedict and Eloise were nowhere in sight.

“Hello, Pen,” he said, sliding up next to her.

She was startled by his appearance but a smile quickly appeared on her face. “Colin! I was not aware you had returned.”

“I arrived home just last night. I had hoped to call on you, to thank you for your letters, but Hyacinth and Gregory hardly let me out of their sight.”

“I am sure they are as happy as I am to have you back.”

“I think they are happy to have gifts and someone to listen to their squabbles,” joked Colin. “If their lack of correspondence is anything to go by, they forgot they had a third brother.”

“Well, it is their loss. I rather enjoyed your letters,” she blushed.

“I enjoyed yours as well, Pen,” said Colin, “They were a great comfort to me on my trip. As much as I adored Greece, if not for you, I fear the homesickness would have driven me to find a ship home ahead of schedule.”

“I am glad I could be of help.” Her cheeks felt like they were burning. “I would love to hear more of your travels.”

Colin gave her a crooked grin. “I was worried you were bored of hearing about them. My family certainly is.”

“I find your stories wonderful, Colin.”

Colin plucked a glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray. “Did I tell you about this fisherman I met who swears he’s seen sirens?”

Penelope raised an eyebrow, “Sirens? Truly?”

Colin nodded. “Indeed. I met him at a tavern one evening early in my trip. He was an older gentleman who’d spent most of his life on the sea and knew more about the waters off of Athens than any guide I met. When he was barely five and ten, his father was too ill to go with him and his uncle was preoccupied with his market stall, he took his fishing boat out alone.”

“Pen, if my brother is boring you, you can tell him so,” interrupted Eloise.

Colin cursed his luck. He had hoped Benedict would distract her for longer.

Penelope rolled her eyes. “Colin was telling me a very interesting story, Eloise.”

“Interesting? Interesting and Colin do not belong in the same sentence,” Eloise dismissed with a wave.

Colin frowned and grumbled, “I do believe Mother is looking for you, Eloise.”

“Yes, but I have no desire to hear her thoughts on which gentlemen she thinks I ought to dance with. I have no desire to dance with any man here and I will not.”

“You cannot turn down a dance, Eloise,” Penelope chided gently.

Eloise grinned. “I know. Daphne gave me excellent advice about that. She said it is important to have all the right names on my dance card.” She held her dance card out for the two to see.

Penelope frowned. “All of these names are fake.”

Eloise nodded, very pleased with herself. “Exactly.”

Colin shook his head at his sister’s antics. “Mother will be disappointed if you do not dance with at least one gentleman, sister.”

Eloise waved him off, “Mother is not paying me any mind tonight. Have you not heard her proclaim Anthony’s intentions to find a wife for everyone to hear? She is focused on him tonight and I shall count myself lucky.”

Across the room, Colin spotted Anthony and Violet talking with Lady Danbury and three ladies standing next to her. Penelope and Eloise noticed too.

“Who are the ladies with Lady Danbury? I don’t believe I’ve seen them before,” asked Penelope.

“I recognize them. I met the two daughters on the ship back to England,” said Colin, linking his arm with Penelope’s, and began to lead her towards their hostess. “Come, Pen, I will introduce you.”

Eloise wrinkled her nose and followed.

Lady Danbury noticed their approach and smiled. “Ah! Mr. Colin Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, there you two are. And you’ve brought Miss Penelope Featherington, good. I trust you are enjoying my soiree.”

“It is delightful, Lady Danbury,” Penelope said, curtsying. Colin bowed and agreed. Eloise gave a tight smile and muttered something along the lines of complimentary.

“Have you had the pleasure of meeting my guests for the season?” Without waiting for an answer, Lady Danbury turned to the three women next to her, “Please allow me to introduce Lady Mary Sharma and her daughters, Miss Kate Sharma and Miss Edwina Sharma.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Bridgerton, Miss Featherington,” said Kate, “And it is good to see you again, Mr. Bridgerton.”

Anthony frowned. “I was not aware you’ve met my brother.”

“I was not aware that such information needed to be declared,” countered Kate.

“I was onboard the same ship as Miss Sharma and Miss Edwina for the last leg of my return voyage,” answered Colin. “Their traveling companion, Newton, was kind enough to introduce us.”

The sisters struggled to hide their grins while Lady Mary and Lady Danbury looked amused by his half-truth.

Fortunately, Anthony lacked the pertinent information. “Is Mr. Newton here tonight?”

Kate smoothed her features. “I am afraid Newton is not one for balls, Lord Bridgerton. He has stayed in for the night.”

“A shame,” said Violet, “He will regret missing such a lovely evening.”

Lady Danbury glanced at Colin. “I do believe it was for the best. He does not strike me as the dancing sort.”

“Another time, then,” said Anthony amicably.

“He does enjoy the occasional promenade,” said Kate with a glint in her eye. “And he is never one to turn down a meal.”

“I see he and Colin have something in common then,” joked Eloise.

“This has been pleasant, but I’m afraid I hear the next set starting and I must find my dance partner,” Anthony said, glaring at his mother.

Violet smiled and took Eloise’s arm. “Do try to enjoy yourself, dear. Now, Eloise, why don’t I introduce you to a few fine men here tonight?”

Eloise looked back at Colin and Penelope with wide, begging eyes as Violet led her away. Colin waved goodbye. Penelope nudged him lightly and whispered, “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice,” he whispered back.

“Is Miss Bridgerton alright?” asked Edwina, “She seems rather distressed.”

“She will be alright, Miss Edwina,” consoled Penelope, “Unfortunately, Eloise does not care for dancing and making small talk.”

“That would make finding a suitor rather difficult, would it not?” asked Edwina.

Colin snorted. “A suitor is her greatest nightmare.”

Kate raised an eyebrow. “She wishes to be a spinster?”

Lady Danbury scoffed. “You asked that as if you had not espoused the same sentiment to me just this morning.”

Kate studied the Danbury matriarch momentarily, said, “I believe I am in need of a drink. I will be back in a minute, bon,” and walked away.

“What about you, Miss Featherington?” Edwina asked quickly, “Do you hope to marry this season?”

Penelope looked down with a blush. “I don’t know about this season, but I do hope to get married eventually.”

Colin frowned. Eloise had always said they would be spinsters together.

Lady Danbury leaned on her cane. “Mr. Bridgerton, have you signed any dance cards yet?”

“No, I’m not sure-”

“And leave Miss Featherington without a partner for the waltz? For shame, Mr. Bridgerton,” Lady Danbury tutted.

Colin’s face blushed as red as Penelope’s. “Miss Feathering, may I have a dance?”

Penelope held out her dance card, “You may, Mr. Bridgerton.”

Lady Danbury nodded. “Now that that is settled, come, Miss Edwina, Lady Mary. I would like to introduce you to Lord Lumley.”

The two stood awkwardly as Lady Danbury led the two ladies away.

Penelope wrung her hands together. “I would like to hear the rest of your story about the fisherman. If you want to, that is.”

Colin smiled. ”Of course, Pen.”

—

After their waltz, Penelope departed in search of Eloise and Colin decided to make his usual round about the room, greeting acquaintances and flirting with the debutantes.

He watched Anthony dance with one of this season’s debutantes and grimaced when she stepped on his toes.

Anthony withdrew from the dance floor. Colin grabbed two glasses from a waiter’s tray.

“Brother!” he called hurrying after Anthony. Anthony turned to him and nodded. Colin handed him a glass. “How is your evening?

“I believe you just saw,” he exasperated, waving towards the dance floor, “I need some air.”

Colin followed his eldest brother out to the terrace overlooking the exterior gardens.

“Bridgerton! Come join us!” called Lord Fife, “I owe you a drink.”

“What ever for?” asked Anthony as the two brothers joined the group.

“With you as the prime catch of the season, the rest of us shall receive a respite from the marriage minded mamas indeed,” said Fife, gesturing to Lord Stanley and Lord Cho.

“Enjoy your freedom while it lasts. You too will have to submit yourself to this ridiculous rigmarole of courtship, squiring each eligible miss about town until you're barely able to see straight.”

“Is any lady unlike any of the others? Simply get her wed, bed, and bred,” said Lord Cho. “Then you can return to more pleasurable pursuits.”

“That is rather vulgar, is it not?” said Colin with a frown, “My mother has always said one should marry their dearest friend. Should not your wife be your closest confidante and trusted partner?”

Lord Fife laughed, “Lord Bridgerton, please tell me how your brother is still so green? Particularly after last season’s unfortunate events. I thought I heard he traveled to the continent. What on earth did you send him there for if not the experience?”

Anthony shook his head. “I’m afraid Colin fancies himself a romantic.”

Colin’s face burned. “I do not see why thinking a wife should be one’s dearest friend should be absurd.”

“Because it is juvenile, Colin,” Anthony scoffed, rolling his eyes, “My wife will be my viscountess. If my children are to be of good stock, their mother must be of impeccable quality. A pleasing face, an impeccable wit, gentile manners enough to credit a viscountess. It should not be that hard to find. I do not need to overcomplicate it with banal sentimentality.”

Lords Fife, Cho, and Stanley laughed and heartily agreed.

“Here’s to that,” toasted Lord Stanley.

His face flushed from the ridicule. He looked at Anthony and saw him raise his glass with the other Lords.

Colin downed the rest of his glass. “I am going for a walk.”

He heard the Lords laugh as he hurried down the stairs. He spotted Miss Sharma standing directly beneath where the men had been talking and raised an eyebrow.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” she said with a nod. She looked at him sympathetically.

“Miss Sharma.” He bowed. He felt his ears turn red in embarrassment. He had not realized others might have heard.

He clasped his hands behind his back to better hide his frayed nerves. “Are you enjoying your evening?”

“Very much so, Mr. Bridgerton.” She looked behind him. “Lord Bridgerton.”

He looked over his shoulder to see Anthony coming to join him. He stared at Miss Sharma. “Miss Sharma, I was hoping to speak with you again.”

“Why? So you can see if my manners are impeccable enough? My manners gentile?”

Anthony frowned. “You were eavesdropping?”

“It was hardly eavesdropping if you are proclaiming your requirements for the entire party to hear,” she scoffed.

Anthony took a step forward. “You take issue with my requirements then?”

She took a step towards him as well. “I take issue with any man that sees women as cattle and breeding stock.”

Colin cracked a smile at that. It was rather pleasing to hear someone put his brother in his place.

Anthony shook his head. “That was not for you to hear.”

Kate was face to face with him. “Viscount Bridgerton, when you find this paragon of virtue, what makes you think she will accept your suit? Are the ladies of London so easily won by a pleasing smile and nothing more?”

“So you think my smile is pleasing?” he said cheekily.

“I find your opinion of your character entirely too high. It is as deficient as your horsemanship. I shall bid you goodnight.” Kate brushed past him. As she passed Colin, she nodded and smiled, “Mr. Bridgerton.”

The brothers watched the woman disappear back into the ballroom.

Anthony shook his head and huffed. “I am going to find Mother and Eloise. I believe it is time to leave. There is nothing to be gained from staying any longer. Are you coming?”

Colin shook his head. He did not have any desire to share a carriage with Anthony right now. “I’m going to stay longer. Can you send the carriage back for me?”

Anthony nodded. “If you see Benedict, remind him not to cause any trouble.” With that, Viscount Bridgerton stormed back into the conservatory.

Colin waited outside for a few minutes to calm down and ensure the remaining lords had left him alone. When he returned to the main room, he saw Albion Finch, who he could faintly recall as being engaged to one of Penelope’s sisters.

Albion was a friendly chap, perhaps a little dull but a kind man nonetheless. Colin told him of his talk outside with the Lords and was pleased to find Albion agreed with him. Albion had nothing but praise and compliments for Phillipa. He was excited for their marriage now that Lady Featherington was out of mourning and dowry negotiation could begin in earnest.

When the one o’clock chime rang, the last remaining guests began to depart. The Bridgerton carriage was waiting for him and Benedict seemed to have departed for the night on his own.

—

The streets were quiet as they entered the familiar square. Colin watched the houses pass on the other side of the street when movement caught his eye just as his carriage began to slow.

It was the same cloak he had seen the other night, but this time the hood was down. She was petite and her red hair was visible. Colin felt his chest tighten.

He knocked on the roof. “Driver, go around once please.”

As they rounded the square and got closer, Colin got a better look at the person.

“Pen?”

What was she doing out at such an hour? And alone at that?

To his astonishment, she climbed into a hack.

His heart pounded at the sight and he felt like he couldn’t breath. “Driver! Follow that hack! Quickly!”

The carriage lurched forward at a faster pace. Minutes passed and it was clear they had left Mayfair behind.

When his carriage finally stopped, he was in Bloomsbury. Colin jumped from the carriage and looked around frantically.

He saw Penelope in her cloak enter a printer’s press. Was she here to meet someone? Was she… a brothel his brothers frequented was only a street over and he didn’t even want to consider that she might be selling her virtue.

Colin reached the door as Penelope stepped back out. Her hair was still covered by a bonnet and her clothes looked orderly.

He grabbed her shoulder. “Pen! Are you alright?”

Penelope gasped at the contact. She looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. “Colin!”

“Are you okay? What on earth are you doing here?” He noticed a small coin purse in her hand. His heart dropped. “Pen, please tell me you think this isn’t what I think it is?”

Penelope tried to step back but he didn’t let go. “I don’t know what you think this is, but please, just let me go. We don’t need to speak of this, ever.”

She looked around behind him. The hired hack she had arrived in had left.

Colin grabbed her hand. “Come, I will take you home in my carriage and we can talk about what to do next.”

“That’s not necessary, Colin, I’ll walk back,” she tried to argue as he led her to the carriage and opened the door.

“At the risk of something happening to you further? I would never forgive myself.”

Penelope furrowed her brows and pursed her lips, but willingly let him help her in.

Colin knocked on the roof to single the driver to go. He ran a hand through his hair. His heart felt like it was racing. “How… how long have you been doing this?”

Penelope looked at him confused. “What do you mean? You know how long. Everyone does.”

Colin was surprised by his anger. “Well, clearly I don’t!”

She flinched and it was like a cold bucket of water on his burning fury. The thought that she was scared of him made his stomach churn. “I am not angry with you, Pen, I am angry that you ever felt you needed to do this. Does your mother know? Did she put you up to this?”

Penelope scoffed. “No, my mother does not know. You cannot even imagine the scene she would cause.”

“Then why do it, Pen? If you needed money, my family would have helped you. I would have helped you.”

“You do not understand,” Penelope said, shaking her head, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “This is the only thing that has let me feel as if I have any power. It has given me a voice. I did not even start it for the money, Colin.”

Colin clenched his teeth and fists. “You think selling your body gives you a voice? That’s madness, Penelope! Come morning, we will speak with our mothers and Anthony. He can procure us a special license and we can be wed by the end of the week.”

Penelope’s jaw dropped. She stared at him for a minute, unable to speak. “Colin… what do you think I was doing at that printer’s shop?”

“Do you think I don’t know?” He said, narrowing your eyes. He gestured to her maid outfit and the coin pouch.

Penelope’s face turned a bright red that Colin’d never seen. “I think you know a lot less than you think you do,” she whispered.

Colin shook his head fiercely. “Enlighten me then. Explain why I found you leaving your home in the dead of night in that, going across town, and leaving with payment. As far as I can tell, the only thing I don’t know is if you were paid for something that already took place or not.”

Penelope took a deep breath. “Colin, I’m Lady Whistledown.”

Colin stared at her in shock. Now it was his turn to be speechless.

“…What?”

“I’m Lady Whistledown. I was at the printer’s shop to drop off my column. This,” she held up the coin pouch, “is my payment for the last column.”

“Wait, so why…” he gestured again to her disguise, “are you dressed like that?”

Penelope raised an eyebrow at him. In an Irish accent, she said, “I cannot go in my usual dresses, now can I?”

Colin swallowed. His throat suddenly felt dry. “I guess that makes sense.”

“When Lady Whistledown is published tomorrow, you will know I am telling the truth,” said Penelope. She bit her lip and looked him in the eyes. “You won’t say anything, will you?”

Colin frowned. “Are you going to keep doing this?”

Penelope met his eyes and nodded.

“I can’t let you endanger yourself like this, Pen,” he said, with a shake of the head. “I must ask that you put a stop to this.”

Penelope glared at him and clenched her fists. “You are not my father, brother, or husband, Colin. You do not need to worry about my safety. However, I am asking you as my dear friend to forget this ever happened.”

Colin shook his head in befuddlement. “Why do you need to keep doing this, Pen? You said you didn’t do it for the money!”

Penelope groaned and fell back against her seat. “You are not listening.”

“What am I not hearing, Penelope? That you want to risk your life to- to spread gossip?! You have hurt people. You ruined Marina!”

Tears fell down her face. “You don’t get it. You do not know what it is like to be invisible most of the time and an unwanted burden all the rest. No one has ever taken me seriously and I fear they never will, but everyone takes Lady Whistledown seriously. Everyone in Mayfair hangs off each of her words, my words, even the Queen. I know it is foolish, but I like feeling like my words have influence, that my words matter, that I matter.”

The carriage felt colder. The air was heavier. The earlier fury felt like a rock in his chest. “You’ve always mattered,” he whispered.

Penelope shook her head. A ringlet of hair came loose from its hold. Her chest heaved with a stifled sob.

Without thinking, Colin moved to sit next to her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against his chest.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, Colin,” she whispered, “I am sorry I hurt Marina.”

Colin rested his chin on her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked in a quiet voice.

“I tried to tell you about Marina, but then Marina came in and I heard your plan to elope. I was trying to save you, Colin. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she sobbed.

His throat felt tight. He remembered that talk when she told him about Sir George. He had assumed she was worried he would be jealous so he did not bother to think that she might have been trying to tell him something more. Looking back, he could see what she was trying to do, what he was too willfully blind to see..

“I believe you,” he whispered and he meant it. “I believe you were doing what you thought was best.”

The two bumped against each other as the carriage came to a stop. They were in front of Featherington House. “Do you have a way in without being seen?”

Penelope wiped her tears from her eyes. “I do. I go through the servant’s entrance.”

Colin nodded and stepped down to help Penelope out.

She used her apron to try and dry her face. Her eyes were red and puffy. “Colin, I…”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, looking at the ground. “I cannot say I am not angry, but I won’t tell anyone.”

Penelope smiled up at him, a grateful, shaky smile. “Thank you, Colin. That is all I ask.”

Colin waited until he saw the back gate close behind her before getting back in the carriage.

When he arrived at Bridgerton House, he gave the driver and footman a fiver for their silence about the night’s events. His family had long since gone to sleep and the house was silent.

Despite his exhaustion, sleep was slow to come.

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True to Penelope’s words, Whistledown was published the next day. It arrived just in time for calling hours. Hyacinth rushed in with several copies, much to their mother’s disapproval.

He had spent the entire off-season reading Penelope’s writing. They had exchanged a few letters during his time at Eton, but, as fondly as he remembers them, those were mere penmanship practices compared to their recent correspondence.

Penelope had always been clever and witty, even if her shyness tended to hide it, but her intelligence and humor came out strongest in her writing. She could toss a barb at Eloise’s impatience or his younger siblings’ bickering and have it double as a compliment with ease. Her anecdotes were lively and gave him a sense of home even a continent away. With only his descriptions to go off of, she could give him a new perspective on his experiences. She was sharp and precise with her words, unlike his rambling poetics.

Now that he knew to look for it, he saw that same precision and skill in Lady Whistledown’s writing. Her speech, her pacing, her tone. The content was different from what Penelope would write to him, but she was still there. She was Lady Whistledown this whole time and he didn’t have a clue despite it staring him in the face.

Colin exhaled a deep breath and set the article down.

The difference between their drawing room after Daphne’s debut and Eloise’s could not have been more stark. There was no flurry of activity or aroma of flowers from suitors. Instead, Hyacinth and Gregory had made themselves comfortable on the floor with their marbles. Eloise’s only caller, the Marquis of Ashdown, was a boy younger than Eloise herself and he had hardly said a word since his arrival.

An itch to do something settled under his skin as the silence dragged on. It was still early in the calling hours. He had time to call on Pen, but that carried the risk of her mother and sisters being present.

He looked out the window. It was a bright, sunny day, uncharacteristically warm for so early in the spring. The perfect day for a walk.

With his plan beginning to take shape, he just needed the Lordling to leave so he might be relieved of helping his mother chaperone.

Colin took a chocolate macaroon. “Lord Ashwood, have you traveled much?”

The boy looked up with him with wide eyes. Next to him Eloise groaned.

“No, sir. Outside of London, I’ve only been to my family’s country home and Eton,” he said, wiping his hands on his pants.

“I recently got back from Greece myself. It is truly a sight to behold and the people there are wonderful, not to mention the food.”

Ashwood grimaced. “I don’t think I would enjoy traveling. Plus, I’ve been on boats on lakes and I threw up.”

Colin nodded. “Sea trave isn’t for everyone. Do you have plans for university?”

He shrugged. “No. My mother wants me to spend a year with a tutor before I attend, since I left Eton early.”

Violet nodded politely. “Education is very important. What subject interests you the most?”

The marquis wiped his nose. “I guess history is fine? I get good marks in it, though I do not particularly like to read.”

Eloise slouched in her seat and looked at her mother and brother with exasperation. Colin hid his grimace with a bite of his confection.

“Which university do you plan to attend?” he asked.

The marquis shrugged. “My mother decides that for me. I do not see a need for more schooling, but she insists.” He gives Colin a look like he is supposed to understand something.

Eloise covered her face with her hands and sunk into her seat further.

Violet laughed nervously. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Or warm milk?” Eloise muttered.

“No, thank you, Lady Bridgerton.” He looked at Hyacinth and Gregory on the floor nearby. “Oh! Is that marbles? I love marbles!” The marquis stood and sat down on the ground with the children.

Eloise looked back at her mother. “May I go read now?”

Violet sighed. “You may.”

Eloise did not dare wait, least Violet change her mind, and fled from the room.

Colin quickly finished the rest of the food on his plate. “Mother, perhaps I might be excused as well? I just remembered Pen and I had planned to call on Miss Sharma and Miss Edwina.”

Violet smiled at him. “That sounds like a lovely idea, Colin.” She glanced over where Eloise’s caller was now losing at marbles to her two youngest children and sighed. “I believe I have everything under control here.”

Colin gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving.

—

Penelope was at her favorite spot in her family’s garden reading. Or rather, trying to read. She had hardly slept last night.

She had long fantasized about Colin marrying her. She pictured him getting down on one knee and confessing his love for her. She would say yes. He would give her her first kiss. They would marry in the church and have a wedding breakfast before going to their new home together, away from Featherington House.

She never dreamed of him proposing because he thought she was a lady of the night. The very thought of it sounded like a nightmare. Her face burned at such a humiliation.

In any other situation, she’s sure she would have swooned hearing ‘we can be wed by the end of the week’. The reality of the situation kept her childish fantasies in check. His offer was not one of love, but of pity as a situation that did not exist.

“Miss Penelope,” called Varley, “Mr. Bridgerton is here asking for you. He requested your company for a call to Danbury House.”

Her stomach flipped at the thought of seeing Colin. She couldn’t bear to know what he thought of her now that he had time to think but she also couldn’t stand not knowing. She considered telling Varley to say she had taken ill, but her curiosity and need to talk to him won.

“Tell him I will be out in a moment.”

Portia gave her permission to go with a wave of the hand, not looking up from the financial ledger she was examining again. She put on the bonnet and gloves that went with her light yellow day dress.

Colin was waiting for her. He smiled. “Pen! I’m glad you could come.” He held out his arm. “Shall we?”

Penelope swallowed and tried desperately to calm her nerves. With an uneasy smile, she took his arm. “We shall.”

Their journey started in silence. As they turned the first corner, Colin cleared his throat. “I saw Lady Whistledown published this morning.”

She nodded hesitantly. “I told you she would.”

“You did,” he replied awkwardly. They passed a block in silence.

“I, uh, I read some of her older papers,” he said as they crossed a street, “and your letters. I noticed something.”

Her mouth felt dry. “Oh?”

He looked at her. “You are both very good writers.”

She had spent the last twelve hours imagining any multitude of things Colin might say to her. Her mind had conjured all sorts of nightmares and fears that turned her stomach. But this, this was not what she expected. “What?”

Nervously, he nodded. “I should have seen the similarities before, but I was too blind to see it.”

She paused. “I expected you to be angry with me, Colin.”

Colin sighed. “I am angry. Or I am a little bit, but I’m working on it. I just need some time to think.”

He nudged her to keep walking when someone passed them.

She took a deep breath. Her heart hurt but this was going better than her mind had let her imagine. “Of course.”

Colin frowned. “Can I ask you something?”

Penelope nodded.

In a hushed voice, he asked, “How do you get your information?”

She glanced around to check no one was behind them. She grinned mischievously and whispered. “It’s much easier than you think. Everyone talks. It’s just a matter of finding who to listen to and finding a spot close enough to listen but where I will not be noticed, which isn’t very hard despite my mother’s best attempts with my wardrobe. Men like to boast about themselves and insult each other, mamas talk about other mamas, and debutants talk about each other. The staffs are probably my best source.”

Colin pursed his lips. “Is that why you called Anthony a rake? You heard someone call him that?”

“Colin, Lord Bridgerton was not exactly discreet about having an opera singer as a mistress nor his visits to brothels,” she answered plainly.

His cheeks became faintly red and he looked away from her. “Oh.”

She laughed. “Yes, ‘oh’.”

Danbury House thankfully came into view, ending any potential discuss of the Viscount’s personal life.

As they walked through the front garden to the main entrance, Penelope was surprised to see Lords Fife and Cho leaving.

Lord Fife smirked at the sight of them. “You’re clever, Mr. Bridgerton.”

Penelope frowned.

“I am not sure what you are referring to,” said Colin with a tilt of his head.

Lord Fife gestured towards Penelope. “You brought a distraction for that she-best of a sister that Miss Edwina is cursed to have hovering over her shoulder.”

Lord Cho nodded. “I would have made far more progress with the girl if I had thought to make use of a ruse. Perhaps next time.”

Penelope took a step back, a deep flush taking over her face. Colin glared at the older men and stepped in front of her.

“I have no need nor desire for deceit. We are merely calling on our friends. Unlike you two, I have no ill intentions.”

The Lords’ smug smiles faltered.

Fife took a step towards Colin. “You should be careful of how you speak, Mr. Bridgerton.”

A hard smack of a wooden cane hitting stone silenced them. “Gentlemen, is there any reason you are conversing in front of my steps?” asked Lady Danbury, standing just inside the door, both hands on the top of her cane and a hard look in her eyes.

Lord Cho glanced at Lord Fife and Colin. “No, ma’am. We were just discussing this season’s prospects with Mr. Bridgerton and Miss Featherington.”

Lady Danbury raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And anything of interest to share seeing as you could not wait to discuss it?”

“Nothing of importance, Lady Danbury, I assure you,” said Lord Fife, “I was merely teasing Mr. Bridgerton.” He turned to Colin with a snake-like grin.

Colin bit his tongue. “If that is what you call it.”

Lady Danbury narrowed her eyes. “If it is nothing of interest, then you should take your benign talk to someone else’s front garden.” She gestured at Colin and Penelope to come inside. “Mr. Bridgerton, Miss Featherington, a pleasure to see you both.”

“As it is to see you, Lady Danbury,” said Colin bowing as he entered.

“Lady Danbury,” Penelope curtsied, “I did not get to thank you for the lovely evening last night.”

Lady Danbury nodded in approval. “Your sentiments are much appreciated, Miss Featherington. You have always striked me as someone with a keen eye.”

Penelope blushed.

Lady Danbury led the two of them to the formal drawing room where the two Sharma sisters were sitting.

Miss Edwina jumped to her feet. “Mr. Bridgerton, Miss Featherington, we were not expecting you, were we, Kate?”

Kate shook her head. A corgi was in her lap. “We were not, but I won’t dare say it is not welcome.”

Edwina reached over and stroked Newton’s head. “Miss Penelope, have you had the chance to meet Newton?”

Penelope smoothed her dress as she took a seat. “I have not.”

“Then, please, allow me,” Edwina said with a wide smile, “Miss Penelope, this is Newton.” She gestured to the corgi Kate was holding.

Penelope paused. “Newton is a dog?”

Kate laughed. “He is, in fact.”

Penelope looked over at Colin who was clearly amused. He gave her a pleased look. Colin helped himself to a plate of confections.

Kate set Newton down on the sofa cushion next to her. She handed them both a cup of tea. “What brings you here?” She asked.

“We wanted to see how you both are faring after your first ball,” said Penelope, “I was beside myself after my first one.”

“It can be quite the arena,” said Colin.

“I think it went rather well,” said Edwina. “Lady Danbury was a most wonderful host. I greatly enjoyed the dancing.”

“I am sure it is a welcome reprieve from dancing with me,” said Kate with a laugh.

Edwina bumped their shoulders together. “Do not worry, didi, you are still my favorite dance partner.”

“I saw you dance with Lord Lumley, Miss Edwina,” said Penelope.

Edwina nodded. “Lord Lumley was very nice. I enjoyed his company.” She frowned. “I cannot say I am not a little disappointed he did not call on me today.”

Kate patted her hand. “If he is so foolish as to not come, then it is his fault, not yours, bon.”

Edwina gave a sad smile. “I suppose. At least we have not been without callers. Lord Fife was rather charming.”

Colin hid his grimace with a sip of his tea. “We saw Lord Fife and Lord Cho leaving when we arrived.”

Lady Danbury nodded as she took her own seat, “Indeed. Despite their lack of rush to leave, they seemed to have left their manners behind.”

“Are you familiar with them, Mr. Bridgerton?” asked Kate. “Is there anything you can tell us of their character?”

Edwina shook her head. “Kate…”

“If I may speak honestly,” started Colin, glancing at Lady Danbury.

“As you always should, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“I would not consider them an acceptable match for any of my sisters. They are easily lost in their cups and known for their lack of… genteel manners.”

Kate chuckled. “Your brother seems to find them adequate company.” Lady Danbury frowned and looked sternly at her. Kate didn’t waver under the piercing gaze.

Colin bit his lip. “That is true, and why that is I do not know. But, I would like to apologize on my brother’s behalf for any ill words you may have overheard last night.”

Penelope and Edwina shared a look. Neither of them knew what he was referring to.

Kate narrowed her eyes. “If Lord Bridgerton wishes to apologize, then that is his place, not yours.”

Edwina looked between Colin and her sister. “Did Lord Bridgerton upset you, Kate?”

Kate shook her head. “It matters not, bon. We merely had a disagreement about what one should look for when seeking marriage.”

“If Lord Bridgerton is upsetting my personal guests at my ball, I would say that it matters much, Miss Sharma,” said Lady Danbury.

Kate shook her head. “It has already been resolved, Lady Danbury. I had him handled.”

“Still, I will speak with the Viscount and ensure he knows to watch his tongue,” said Lady Danbury with an air of finality. “It would be unfortunate for such behavior to be noted by the likes of Lady Whistledown.”

“Lady Whistledown?” voiced Edwina. “I heard her name a lot last night. She seems to be quite popular.”

”Popular?” repeated Lady Danbury, “Why, Miss Edwina, I would dare say Lady Whistledown is perhaps the most influential person in all of the ton.“

Edwina’s eyes widened. “Truly?”

Penelope fidgeted with her teacup. “I don’t know about that.”

Lady Danbury leaned towards Edwina. “Indeed. Mr. Bridgerton here had a front row seat to her machinations last season.”

“I am not sure Lady Whistledown has any power of her own, truly. She just reports what she hears, everyone else has already said,” argued Penelope.

“Ah, but is that not power, Miss Featherington?” said Lady Danbury with a grin. “To have information and secrets at one’s fingertips with only the question of how to use it? Lady Whistledown could choose not to reveal a secret and the rest would never know. But the secrets she does share? We all know by noon the next day. I would say that’s a great power to wield.”

Lady Danbury picked up her tea. “I recall the Duchess of Hastings was very grateful when Lady Whistledown sent Lord Berbrook fleeing for the country once news of his transgressions spread.”

Colin thought for a moment. He pressed his lips. “I had forgotten about Lord Berbrooke. Daphne detested him from the start. She and mother were rather pleased to know she would not have to risk marriage to such a despicable man.”

“Is Daphne your sister, Mr. Bridgerton?” asked Kate.

Colin nodded. “She is. She debuted last year and was married by the end of the season.”

Kate frowned, but said nothing.

Lady Danbury smiled. “To my godson, the Duke of Hastings, nonetheless.”

Colin looked at Penelope with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “Lady Whistledown’s writing did help ensure their marriage was well received.”

Lady Danbury hummed. “She saved you from an unhappy marriage yourself, Mr. Bridgerton, if I recall correctly.”

Colin’s face turned red and he turned his attention to his plate piled with sweets.

Penelope winced. “It’s unfortunate what she wrote about Lady Crane though.”

“Perhaps,” Lady Danbury said, “To have such a shame made public to everyone is quite the punishment. Though, I heard she is doing well for herself. Romney Hall is a large estate, especially for a baronet, and her son will inherit a title. She has secured a life many women would be content with.”

“My mother says security is the most romantic thing a man can offer a woman,” said Penelope, quietly. Perhaps she should write to her cousin, ensure that she receive even that.

Colin frowned. “I don’t see how a husband doing as he should is romantic.”

Edwina nodded in agreement.

Kate refilled their teacups. “Perhaps it is not the ‘most romantic’ thing, a husband should not be chosen for wealth alone, but I believe I see her point. There are plenty who cannot provide that. Those who not only choose to do so but want to can be hard to come by.”

Edwina thought about her sister’s words for a moment. “That is true. If a woman is capable of failing at her duties as a wife, a man is just as capable of failing at his duties as a husband.“

“Exactly, bon. That is why you must not rush finding a husband. You must make sure any man’s suit is genuine and your love true and that can take time.”

”There will be plenty of eligible gentlemen at the Queen’s Ball tomorrow night,” said Lady Danbury. “I am confident you will make quite an impression, especially if she needs you her Diamond.”

Edwina blushed, “You exaggerate, Lady Danbury.”

“I assure you, girl, I do not exaggerate,” she said.

“She is right, bon, the Queen would be foolish to pick anyone else.”

Penelope nodded. “Do you think the Queen will pick a Diamond tomorrow, Lady Danbury.”

The old woman nodded. “I do. If she doesn’t, she risks Lady Whistledown naming one first. Our anonymous writer has a way of getting under our ruler’s skin.”

Penelope frowned. She knew Queen Charlotte read Whistledown, but she had not thought she paid much attention to it.

Colin’s eyes widened. “Then it would be best for her to leave the Queen alone instead of needling her.”

Kate and Edwina nodded in agreement. Penelope sipped her tea.

“Perhaps,” Lady Danbury said with a shrug, “But the Queen does enjoy a game so long as her opponent plays her cards right.” 

The room’s clock chimed on the hour.

Chapter Text

Anthony stood with his younger brothers at his side as they watched their mother give Eloise a gentle shove forward. Queen Charlotte eyed them all critically.

Circumstance may have stopped her formal presentation, but now there was no avoiding it. Anthony did not think she had much to fear. All Eloise needed to do was curtsy and smile.

Still, he held his breath as Eloise stumbled into a curtsy before the Queen. Eloise raised her head and gave the monarch a shaky smile. “It is a wonderful ball, your Majesty. Very diamond-y. I’m more of an emerald person myself.”

He grimaced inwardly at Eloise’s informality and potential slight.

The Queen stared at his sister for a long moment before laughing. “My favorite necklace is one of emeralds! I am surprised you knew that. You have come a long way since last season, Miss Bridgerton.”

Eloise paled. The moment she was dismissed, she fled back to Violet.

Benedict leaned over and whispered. “What happens if Eloise is named the Diamond?”

Colin raised a questioning eyebrow at Anthony. “Is that truly your plan? To just marry whoever the Queen selects as the Diamond?”

Anthony nodded. “It is the most sensible course of action. Whoever the Queen selects as the Diamond is sure to be of impeccable quality. There is no need for me to continue this preposterous song and dance.”

“That was marvelous, dear,” praised Violet as they joined the brothers.

Anthony nodded at her approvingly. “You did good, sister.”

Eloise gave him a sickened look. ”Yes, hopefully not too good.”

She glanced around frantically before seeming to spot what she was looking for. She grabbed Colin’s arm. “Look, Colin! There is Pen. Let us go greet her. Now.” Colin allowed Eloise to pull him away before Violet could intervene.

“Hopefully she will feel more at ease now that she does not have that plaguing her mind,” said Violet. “The Queen was quite taken with her. Perhaps Hyacinth was right and we might have two Diamonds in the family.”

Benedict snorted. “I believe your expectations for the season and Eloise’s desires could not be further apart, Mother.”

Violet gave him a stern look.

He was inclined to agree with Benedict. Finding Eloise a suitable match would be a difficult task and he felt no small amount of relief at Violet shepherding Eloise’s season in his place.

Anthony looked past his mother, scanning the crowd. He spotted Eloise and Penelope stepping out into the gardens.

A glimpse of dark hair got his eye.

Kate stood tall in a beautiful light blue dress with delicate detailing and tiara. Next to her, Edwina wore a similar pink dress. Kate had her arm protectively linked with her sister’s.

Kate laughed and he finally noticed the gentleman they were talking to was Colin.

Violet and Benedict seemed to notice this too.

Benedict smirked. He clapped Anthony on the back. “At least one of you knows how to talk to ladies. Maybe you should go take notes, brother.”

Anthony glared at him and shrugged off his hand.

Violet shook her head. “Do not tease your brothers, Benedict.” She frowned. “However, young ladies would appreciate a more amiable approach, Anthony.”

“You think I am not amiable?”

“You can be a little too… focused when you have a goal in mind, dear,” she answered.

“You’ve interrogated every young lady as if you work for the Bow Street Runners,” said Benedict. “They’re terrified of you.”

Anthony glared at the pair. “Mother, why don’t you introduce Benedict to a few of those young ladies? Seeing as how I’ve scared all of them off, his chances should be better.”

He grabbed a glass of Champagne from a passing servant’s tray and headed towards his brother and the Sharma sisters.

Kate was the first to notice him. She frowned and narrowed her eyes at him. “Viscount Bridgerton.”

Colin gave him a curious look, but he ignored it.

“Miss Sharma, Miss Edwina, I hope you have both been well.”

“We have, my Lord, thank you for asking,” Edwina said with a smile and a curtsy.

Kate gave him a tight smile. “Lord Bridgerton, Mr. Bridgerton was just telling us of his time in Greece. Edwina has had few to practice her Greek with so Mr. Bridgerton’s knowledge of the language and country is a delight.”

Edwina nodded excitedly. ”Do you speak Greek as well, my Lord?”

“I do not, Miss Edwina,” he answered, “Colin is the language expert of the family.” He patted his younger brother’s shoulder.

He must have passed some test because Kate gave him a pleased nod.

Colin blushed. “I would hardly call myself an expert. My Ancient Greek is far better than my modern Greek. My host could hardly understand me during my first week in Greece.”

“From the sounds of it, you put in the effort to learn their language. I imagine your host was flattered,” said Kate.

Colin laughed. ”I don’t know about flattered, but I know he found it entertaining at least.”

“Have you traveled much, Miss Sharma?” Anthony asked her.

Kate shook her head. “I have not. I came to London once as a young girl with my father, but that is the extent of my travels from our home in India.”

“Do you hope to travel, Miss Sharma? Miss Edwina?” asked Colin. “Because I have several recommendations.”

Kate chuckled and shook her head, “No, my place is with my family.”

“If my husband wishes to travel, then I will be happy to travel. If he does not, I will be just as happy,” Edwina answered.

Anthony nodded. Her temperament seemed to be very amenable. “That’s a very diplomatic answer, Miss Edwina.”

“It is the truth, Lord Bridgerton,” she said.

Around them, couples began to pair off and take to the floor for the first dance.

“The band is getting ready to start, Bon,” said Kate, “Perhaps we should take a turn about the room? There are many eligible gentlemen for you to dance with.”

Colin glanced towards where Eloise and Penelope had left. They had yet to return and Anthony wouldn’t be surprised if Eloise didn’t return until their mother forced her back in. With shrug, Colin held out his hand, “If you would like, Miss Edwina, I would be more than happy to escort you to the dance floor.”

Edwina smiled brightly, “I would like that very much, Mr. Bridgerton.”

They watched as Colin walked Edwina to the floor for the quadrille. Anthony stepped closer to Kate.

“I did not see you this morning, Miss Sharma,” he said, keeping his eyes on his younger brother and Edwina.

“Oh? I did not realize you were so eager for another race,” she teased.

“I would not consider that a race. I do not recall agreeing on a starting or finish line last time,” he said, easily. “The outcome would have been different if you had not had a head start.”

“If that is what you wish to tell yourself,” she tutted, “But, if you must know, I have been rather busy, my lord. I have had much reading to catch up on.”

“Oh? And what sort of reading is enthralling enough to be capable of confining you to the indoors?”

Kate looked up at him with a glint in her eyes. Her lips curled mischievously. “Lady Whistledown.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Lady Whistledown?”

She nodded. “Her writings from last year in particular have been interesting.”

“I suppose if you consider gossip interesting,” he said with a shrug. “My sisters and mother are avid readers of hers.”

“I should imagine,” she said. She grinned as Edwina laughed when Colin spun her. “Especially given the turmoil of the Duchess of Hastings’ season last year.”

Anthony glared. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Kate looked up at him vexingly. “It is not supposed to mean anything. Should Edwina be made the Diamond, I will need all the knowledge I can to ensure she does not meet similar pitfalls.”

He glared at her. “How dare you?”

“How dare I what, my Lord?“ She smiled and tilted her head innocently. “I merely wish to ensure my sister’s happiness above all else.”

His face burned as his temper flared. “You do not know what you speak of,” he hissed.

She returned his glare, her jaw now clenched. “I think that you will find I do, in fact, know.”

“Lord Bridgerton! Miss Sharma! There you two are!” Lady Danbury approached them with a knowing grin. “I trust you are both on your best behavior at the Queen’s ball.”

The two practically leapt apart. Both of their faces turn red. Anthony turned away on his heel.

“Lady Danbury,” Kate sputtered. “My apologies.”

“I did not accuse you of anything so I do not know what you are apologizing for, Miss Sharma,” the matriarch chided. “Lord Bridgerton, I am already here so do not attempt to escape.”

Anthony cursed his interrupted retreat. “Lady Danbury, a pleasure to see you.”

“If you could say that without sounding like you wish to choke, I might believe it.” She leaned on her cane. “Miss Bridgerton did well tonight. Queen Charlotte enjoyed her refreshing attitude.”

Anthony grinned at his sister’s praise. “Thank you, Lady Danbury. Eloise has been one to speak her mind.”

Lady Danbury chuckled. “That is one way of putting it. Where has she gone off to? I wish to congratulate her.”

“I believe she is outside getting some air with Miss Penelope Featherington,” he said. “This is all still rather overwhelming for her but I am sure she will find her footing soon.”

“She should be quick about it.” Lady Danbury leaned towards the two. “The Queen is going to make an announcement soon.”

Kate perked up. “About the Diamond? Did she say who?”

Lady Danbury shook her head. “She did not, but I’ve given her my counsel on the matter. Hopefully she will listen to her old friend.”

She straightened. “Now, Miss Sharma, if you don’t mind excusing us, Lord Bridgerton will escort me for a turn about the room.”

Kate saw him grimace and grinned. “Of course, ma’am. I shall see where Lady Mary has gone off to.”

Anthony sighed as she left and held his elbow out to Lady Danbury. Her cane ‘accidentally’ hit his ankle.

—

After returning Edwina to her mother and Kate, Colin made a beeline for the refreshment tables. The royal balls always had the most elaborate spread and this one did not disappoint. Macarons in numerous different flavors, towers full of eclairs, small custard tarts all in identical rows, numerous cakes of varying sizes, and cheeses he did not know the name of. There was even a table dedicated to sorbets. It was glorious.

He filled his plate as full as he dared without disregarding his manners and found a quiet spot near the terrace windows to watch the crowd.

The second dance had begun. He didn’t see either of his brothers on the floor but a quick look around the room revealed Anthony had been found by Lady Danbury.

“I do not understand why we have to keep waiting, mama.” The shrill voice of one of Penelope’s sisters rang his ears.

Standing just down from him was Lady Featherington and Phillipa Featherington.

Lady Featherington gave an exasperated sigh. “Because, Phillipa, the new Lord Featherington has to be the one to meet with the Finches.”

Colin frowned. The new Lord Featherington has yet to arrive? The late Lord Featherington had died nearly a year ago now.

Careful not to draw any attention to himself, he leaned against the wall and trained his eyes on the dance floor.

“What if he has died at sea? Then I will never marry my Alby!”

In a low voice, Lady Featheringto hissed. “Hush! The new lord is not dead, Phillipa. He merely wishes to torment us, I am sure of it. I will set him straight and he will fill our coffers again.”

Phillipa pouted. “He better. I cannot stand being apart from Alby.”

Lady Featherington sighed. “Why don’t you go find your betrothed for a dance? I fear I have a headache coming on.”

He waited several moments before he glanced over and saw both of the ladies had left. He frowned. Surely the late Lord had met Mr. Finch before he proposed and with a dowery, what more was there to discuss? He did not know Mr. Finch well, but he did not seem like a man to get caught up by greed. Perhaps his parents were demanding more? That would make sense with what Lady Featherington said about their coffers needing to be filled. But even that part sounded wrong. Surely the late Lord would have seen his wife and daughters provided for in his death? The Feathertington’s had been fine prior as far as he knew. Penelope had even said she hadn’t started writing for the money.

Colin finished his plate without noticing, too consumed by his own thoughts.

Trumpets sounded and the Queen’s footman brought everyone to attention.

Violet suddenly appeared at his side. “Colin, where is Eloise? She needs to be here.”

Colin looked through the crowd for his sister and dear friend. “Eloise wanted to get some air. She must still be outside with Penelope.”

His mother wrung her hands together and nodded.

He hooked his arm with hers. “It will be alright, Mother.”

Violet smiled at him. They turned their attention back to the Queen.

“You presence is noted and your Queen most appreciative,” announced Queen Charlotte. “Allow it now to be my honor to present to you the season’s Diamond…”

Violet gripped Colin’s arm.

“Miss Edwina Sharma.”

Eloise was sure to be relieved, he thought, clapping for Edwina. The crowd applauded as the Queen’s footman escorted Edwina to the Queen. Next to her, Lady Mary and Miss Sharm smiled proudly.

Edwina curtsied deeply before the Queen. Colin couldn’t quite hear what was said, but gentlemen, titled and untitled, began to gather around the two.

Anthony was, perhaps unsurprising, joining the crowd of bachelors.

The men suddenly quieted. The Queen surveyed her subjects before her before pointing one out. “Lord Bridgerton, have you had the pleasure of meeting my newest Diamond?”

Colin frowned and muttered to himself, “He’s actually going to do it.”

Violet didn’t hear him as she moved to get a better view of her eldest son’s dance.

He looked across the dance floor. The smile Kate had when her sister was declared the incomparable was gone.

As the music began, Eloise and Penelope snuck back into the ball from the terrace door closest to him.

Eloise looked at the dance floor. “Why’s everyone watching Anthony and Miss Edwina?”

“Miss Edwina, sister, is this season’s Diamond Of the First Water.”

“Oh, thank god,” said Eliose.

Penelope gently elbowed her.

“What? She will make a much better Diamond than me! I am happy for her, truly!”

Colin shook his head playfully her. Turning to Penelope, he said, “I believe the waltz should be up next. Would you like to dance, Pen?”

Penelope smiled shyly at him. “I would, Colin.”

“You don’t have to humor him, Pen,” said Eloise.

She shook her head. “I happen to like dancing, Eoise.”

“Perhaps could you see if Benedict will dance with you, Eloise? I believe I saw him getting cornered by Lady Cowper and he could use your aid,” said Colin.

“I suppose I do owe him,” Eloise sighed. “I will find you again soon, Pen.”

“How did everyone react to the announcement?” ask Penelope quietly once Eloise was gone.

“Uh, happy, I guess?”

Penelope shook her head. “Yes, but did anyone look unhappy or jealous?”

Colin thought for a moment. He honestly had not paid much attention. Why would he be looking at everyone else? “Wait, is this about Whistledown?”

Penelope shushed him. She shook her head. He bit his tongue. Fortunately, nobody paid them any mind.

They made small talk as the dance finished. Colin watched as Anthony led Edwina over to Kate, Lady Mary, Lady Danbury, and Violet.

“Edwina seems quite taken with Lord Bridgerton,” said Penelope when Colin guided her to the center of the dance floor.

Colin frowned. Edwina was smiling brightly, her arm still linked with Anthony’s. “Yes, she does,” he muttered.

Colin had always liked the waltz. He liked the proximity and the fact he never had to change partners. It made it the best dance to talk during.

“Hopefully Lady Whistledown will have some kind words for her,” he said, “And maybe a few to discourage the disingenuous suitors.”

Penelope frowned. She looked over at Edwina who was giggling next to Miss Sharma as Anthony and Violet left the Sharmas. “You don’t think your brother’s interest is genuine?”

“I think he is interested in the Diamond and finding a suitable wife, but I’m not sure about Edwina,” he admitted.

The dance began to slow. Taking the chance, he leaned in close. “Are you going again tonight?” he whispered.

Penelope nodded. “I am.” Her breath was warm on his ear.

“Good, what time should we meet?”

She gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“To go to the printers,” he answered. “I’m not letting you go alone.”

Penelope bit her lip. “I’ve done it plenty of time before, Colin.”

“And it is very dangerous. I can’t in good conscious let you go alone.”

“Okay,” she sighed, “Meet me at one. And wear something discreet.”

Colin smiled brightly. “I can do that.”

The orchestra stopped and the pair parted.

—

Colin did better than she had feared.

He was leaning against a street lamp at the end of the square next to a waiting hired hack. He dressed in an old dress coat, a plain waistcoat, and worn breeches paired with traveling boots. A flat cap covered his hair and was angled to hide his face. The dress coat was visibly a tad short on him and had more of a boyish fit; Penelope assumed it was from his later years at Eton.

He grinned at her and stood tall with his arms out for her to inspect him. The waistcoat was newer than the rest of the ensemble and had the same flattering fit as his usual waist coats. “Well? Is this discreet enough for you?” he said in a fainty Scottish accent.

She smiled and gave him another once over. He didn’t immediately look like Colin Bridgerton. H
If anyone looked closely, they would see he was too well dressed for a member of the working class, but it would pass at a glance. “It will do in the dark,” she said with a nod in an Irish accent.

Colin held the hack’s door open for her. “Let’s go then. We have a delivery to make.”

Colin helped her in before climbing in himself. With a knock on the roof, the carriage was moving.

Penelope began pulling a small ink well, a quill, and a small stack of papers from her sleeves and situating herself on the bench.

“I was worried you left without me,” said Colin as she dipped her quil.

“I was worried I might not make it out tonight,” said Penelope, “Cousin Jack arrived while we were at the ball.

Colin thought for a moment. “The new Lord Featherington?”

Penelope nodded. She crossed out a word and rewrote it.

“That’s good. Now he can talk to the Finches for your sister and Mr. Finch.”

Penelope paused and looked up at him, “What do you mean?”

Colin scratched the back of his neck. “I overheard Lady Featherington and Miss Phillipa tonight. Lady Featherington said the new Lord had to be the one to talk to the Finches before they could wed. I will say, it is rather unkind of his parents to ask for a higher dowry following your father’s death. Albion Finch is clearly in love with her.”

She should have known Phillipa would be the one to imply their financial situation within hearing of others. She thought about last night’s supper of potatoes and grimaced.

As poor as her family’s situation was and dreadful Phillipa was about her pending nuptials, she was fond of Albion and did not want Colin to think poorly of the Finches nor her own family.

“The Finches have accepted the original dowry,” she said. “But, papa did not get the chance to formally sign their agreement before he passed. Mother is adamant the duty should go to the new Lord, since he will be the one to dispense the funds. However, you needn’t worry. Cousin Jack has already sent word to Mr. and Mrs. Finch of his arrival.”

Colin looked relieved. She hadn’t known he was friends with Albion. “That’s good. I am glad to hear it.”

Penelope gave him and small smile before she turned back to her work. She added a few lines and changed several words.

They rode in silence as the roads steadily became more uneven and the streets less well lit. She read over her papers once more and nodded in satisfaction.

The hack came to a stop and the driver knocked on the roof, signaling they had reached their destination.

Penelope smoothed her dress and fixed her bonnet. “I’ll be right back,” she said, reaching for the door.

Colin reached the door first. “I’m coming with you.”

She huffed. “I’ve always come alone, Colin. Mr. Harris will find it odd if you suddenly appear.”

“What is the point of me coming if I’m just going to wait here? I’m meant to protect you,” he argued.

Penelope thought for a moment. It was getting late. She sighed. “Fine, but you wait outside.”

Colin nodded. “I can do that.”

He got out first and looked around, as if an assailant was waiting outside the carriage for them. Satisfied they were safe, he walked her from the carriage to the printer’s front door. He posted himself right out front, just out of view from inside but within hearing distance.

Penelope was only inside for a minute. She handed Mr. Harris the papers, gave him another payment for express printing, and returned to Colin scanning the streets for threats.

“Are you ready?” she asked, gesturing towards the waiting hack. She tucked her coin pouch into her apron.

“That’s it?” he said.

She smiled. “That’s it. Now we go home and wait for it to come out in a few hours.”

—

Dearest Gentle Reader,

Color, clarity, carat, cut. At long last, the Queen has named her most precious stone. I have found Miss Edwina an exceptional young lady, one who is sure to gleam once given the chance. I had thought the wait had suggested the Queen found this year’s debutantes wanting, but no, she was waiting for someone who promised excitement, someone unexpected yet radiant.

The Queen granted her first danced as her incomparable to the Viscount Bridgerton, the season’s most eligible bachelor if one is capable of withstanding his shrewd gaze and blunt questions. Like the finest jewels, Miss Edwina Sharma is not meant for just anyone. I hope the gentlemen of our Bon Ton are capable of the self-reflection needed to determine if they’re desire to behold Miss Edwina is genuine or if they simply wish to have what others covet.

The delay was not without its perks however. It had given me time for reflection myself. It is about time I used these pages for something else. A shift. Is the entire practice of naming a diamond not, well, rather absurd? Should a woman not be valued for so much more than her dancing skills or her comportment? Should we not value a woman instead for her candor, her character, her true accomplishments? Perhaps if the queen abandoned this absurdity that is the diamond, we would all see that a woman can be so much more.

Yours truly,
Lady Whistledown

Chapter Text

Anthony hurried down the main stairs of the Bridgerton House. A quick glance at his pocket watch told him calling hours would begin in half an hour. He had already sent his valet out that morning to procure a bouquet for him from the florist.

The front door opened just as he reached the bottom. Hyacinth entered reading a paper followed by Colin holding several more copies.

Hyacinth smiled widely at him. “Brother! You were mentioned in Whistledown again!” She held out the gossip sheet to him.

“Mother has been quite explicit about you being too young for Lady Whistledown’s writings, dear Hyacinth,” he said, taking the paper and scanning it.

She shrugged. “Colin read it first and he said he thought it was fine.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brother who gave him a sheepish look. “It’s hardly one of her more scandalous, Anthony,” he argued.

Anthony shook his head. He would leave Colin to convince their mother of that alone. He handed the paper back to Hyacinth.

“Where are you going, Anthony?” she asked. Her eyes widened, “Are you going to call on Miss Edwina?”

“Indeed, I am.”

Colin frowned, “Are you sure about courting Miss Edwina?”

“Colin, I want to be clear on this. I am doing this for the family, for you, Benedict, and Gregory. If I don’t produce an heir, it will fall on one of you. I have put off this aspect of my duty for too long and I will see it completed.”

“She is the most sensible option. She is intelligent and pleasant with excellent manners. She will make a good viscountess capable of helping to bring up our siblings.” He pulled Hyacinth close.

“Is Edwina truly the most sensible option, Anthony?” Colin asked with a hint of concern.

Anthony narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean by that, Colin?”

Colin looked him in the eyes. “Miss Edwina is hardly older than Eloise,” he argued. “And the youngest of her family. As fond as I am of Edwina, I think you are seeing what you want to see. Asking her to raise our younger sisters and Gregory would be like asking Pen.”

Edwina was, Anthony thought, only ten and eight. She was the same age as Eloise. He knew that factually, all debutantes were generally within a year of that age or so of that age of course. His mind pictured Eloise being thrust into such a position of being expected to guide Franny next year and he nearly scoffed at the image.

But, Edwina was not Eloise nor was she like Miss Penelope. She was mature and responsible, ready to actively seek marriage, but also well-spoken and with the poise and grace befitting a woman who would soon host her own balls. Eloise still lacked the maturity for a proper match, despite their mother’s hopes otherwise, and Penelope did not yet have the demeanor to be a proper hostess.

Truly, he had not even considered Penelope. He enjoyed Penelope’s presence amongst the Bridgertons, just as the rest of his siblings did. She was kind and patient with the children and one of the few people who could make Eoise see reason. However, she was shy and quiet and tended to stand off to the side unless Eloise or Colin pulled her in. The expectations of a viscountess would be too weighty for her. Not to mention he had absolutely no desire to make Lady Featherington his mother-in-law.

While Penelope was never one of his candidates, telling Colin that would be less amusing. “I suppose I haven’t spoken with Miss Penelope yet.”

Hyacinth gasped. “Penelope would make a wonderful sister! She could be the viscountess!”

He almost laughed as Colin’s face darkened.

If Colin were any younger, Anthony was sure he would have stomped his foot. “No, she most certainly would not.”

“Oh? Why’s that, little brother? Do you not think she is capable enough?” he teased.

Colin glared. “Pen’s more than capable. Except, unlike you, brother, she wants a love match. She’s not going to marry just for the sake of a title.”

He chuckled. “And Miss Featherington has told you all this?”

“No,” Colin said, a slight blush on his cheeks, “But I know her.”

“You could marry her, Col,” said Hyacinth. “Then she will be our sister and won’t have to do boring things, like Daphne does.”

“Yes, Colin, why not?” he teased.

”Pen and I are friends,” he said lamely. His blush crept up to his ears. Anthony smiled at his little brother. “Why don’t you go find Gregory and Francesca, Hy? Benedict said he bought some macarons. They might finish all the chocolate ones without us.”

Hyacinth’s eyes widened. “I will go save us some,” she said with a firm nod of the head. ”Gregory always tries to take all of the best ones.”

She gave Anthony a hug and dashed up the stairs.

With their baby sister gone, Colin folded his arms.

Anthony chuckled and waved him off. “No need to look so cross. Miss Penelope is too shy for me, not to mention Eloise would surely challenge me to a duel.”

Colin huffed but relaxed his stance.

Through the open door, he saw that the carriage had already been brought around. “Colin, if you are not occupied, I’m sure Benedict and Mother would appreciate your presence in the drawing room.”

Colin agreed and Anthony walked past him to the door.

Just as Anthony stepped out, Colin called after him. “Anthony, tell Newton hello for me if you see him.”

Anthony nodded, “Of course.”

—

Calling hours had already begun when Anthony arrived at Danbury House. He knew Miss Edwina would be popular this afternoon, but this was beyond his expectations. The line of lords and misters calling on Miss Edwina twisted down the hall and to the stairs.

He had reached the top of the stairs when he heard Miss Sharma talking to several of the men, telling them to wait their turns.

Smirking at his chance, he called out, “I think we should listen to Miss Sharma and have patience, gentlemen.”

Kate hadn’t recognized his voice apparently. She smiled in his direction.

“Thank you….” She turned to look at him. Her smile fell and her eyes narrowed, “Lord Bridgerton.”

He stepped out of line and walked up to her. “This is quite the line, Miss Sharma,” he said.

“Yes, and it is a line you are now at the back of,” she said.

“I was hoping you might allow me to call on Miss Edwina,” he said. A couple of men groaned and muttered behind him. “I would like to accompany her to the races this afternoon.”

Miss Sharma gave him a saccharine smile. “I am afraid that is not possible. She already has someone to escort to the races.”

“Perhaps a promenade tomorrow then?”

“Edwina already has plans for tomorrow and the days after, Lord Bridgerton. She is very busy. I’m sure you understand.”

He clasped his hands behind his back and tried his best to appear cordial. “When will Miss Edwina be next available then?”

Kate thought for a moment. “Perhaps in December, supposing she is not already married.”

“You’re trying to be difficult,” he said.

“I don’t know what you mean. Now, if you would like to wait for a chance to see my sister, you may get to the back of the line which has surely gotten longer,” she said.

“Is that really necessary, Miss Sharma?”

“Back of the line, Bridgerton!” called a man from the line.

Anthony glared at the crowd over his shoulder. If Kate thought this would stop him from his pursuit of finding the perfect viscountess, she was wrong.

Before he turned to leave, he remembered what Colin had said before he left. Keeping his expression polite, he asked, “Is Mr. Newton available? I promised Colin I would say hello to him. I don’t recall him being at the ball last night and I would like to make his acquaintance.”

She looked surprised at the request. He had got her off guard. Hopefully this Newton would be more reasonable to his requests.

Kate smiled at him. “I do believe he is welcoming guests this morning, Lord Bridgerton. I will go get him for you.”

He waited smugly in front of the line as she went down the hall.

She returned a minute later followed by a fat corgi. They stopped in front of him.

He looked at her expectantly when she said nothing. “Miss Sharma, is Mr. Newton not available?”

Kate laughed. It was a rather pretty laugh, he could not help but think. “Newton is right here. Lord Bridgerton, meet Newton Sharma. Newton, meet Lord Bridgerton.”

The orange and white corgi growled at him.

“Newton is... a dog?” Anthony heard chuckles from the men behind him. His face flushed with embarrassment and anger at his younger brother.

Kate smiled amiably again. “If you wish to take him for a promenade, my lord, I believe I would find that agreeable.”

”I did not know he was a dog,” he growled, stepping closer and lowering his voice.

She shrugged with a grin. “I was not aware it needed to be said. How can I know what you assume?”

He glared at her. Newton barked at him.

Kate smirked. “I believe it would be best if you left, Lord Bridgerton. You will not be seeing my sister today.”

She turned and entered the drawing room with the dog at her heels.

He ignored the calls and snickers of the other men as he stomped out. He would certainly be seeing her sister today.

—

The family was gathered in the drawing room. He heard Colin’s voice from the hallway. “The ancient Greeks are responsible for many of the characteristics of modern theater, Ben. The tragedy and comedy masks commonly used to represent theater may have come from their performances. Masks were even worn during the worship of Dionysus, the god of theater.”

None of them noticed him when he entered. Violet was focused on her embroidery. Francesca sat at the pianoforte and played a familiar song. Benedict, Hyacinth, and Gregory were on the sofa with their backs to him, squabbling over a tin of macarons. Colin sat in a winged chair angled towards Violet with his eyes on Benedict.

Anthony walked up behind Colin’s chair and smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow!” he cried, his hand immediately flying up to where Anthony hit him.

“You did not tell me Newton is a dog!” Anthony yelled.

“Anthony!” Violet cried, “We have a guest.” She pointed off to the side behind him.

He turned to see Penelope staring at him from her spot at a table with Eloise. “Apologies, Miss Featherington.”

Penelope nodded, her eyes wide in surprise at his outburst.

Eloise threw an arm over the back of her chair to look at him. “What is it you are yelling about a dog?”

“Mother, sister, do you remember Colin informing us that a Mr. Newton had introduced him to Miss Sharma and Miss Edwina before his arrival?”

“I did not refer to him as ‘Mr. Newton’,” Colin corrected. Anthony glared at him.

Eloise covered her mouth with her hand. Violet gave Colin an exasperated look.

“It seems Colin’s account was not entirely accurate. Newton is, as I am sure he knew, an over-fed corgi.”

“I said nothing that was not true,” he argued, “I simply did not feel the need to burden the story with details at the time.”

Anthony glared at him. He leaned down and grabbed Colin’s ear. “You owe me,” he whispered.

“Okay, fine,” Colin conceded.

Straightening, Anthony looked around the room. He did a quick headcount. “Good, everyone is here. Family, ready yourselves. We are going to this afternoon’s races as a united front.”

Hyacinth and Gregory cheered and dashed off to get ready, leaving Benedict with the macarons. Francesca followed after them. Eloise slumped in her chair.

“I suppose I will see you later, Eloise,” said Penelope standing, “My family will also be at the races today. Maybe my mother will allow me to sit with you.”

“Well, that’s some consolation at having to stand in the sun just to watch horses run,” moaned Eloise.

—

After saying goodbye to Will Mondrich with a promise to visit his new gentleman’s club, Colin still had plenty of time to enjoy the grounds before he would need to find his siblings and take his seat. However, before Colin could even head for the concession tent, Anthony grabbed his arm.

“Colin, come with me,” Anthony said, gesturing for him to follow. Colin hesitated and looked back at the arriving crowds.

“I was hoping to speak with Pen before the races began. The new Lord Featherington has arrived and I wanted to make an introduction,” he said.

“Miss Penelope was in our drawing room mere hours ago. I don’t know how you could have anything new to tell her. As for Lord Featherington, you can meet him later.”

Colin sighed but followed Anthony. “What is so pressing that you need my help?”

“For some reason, Miss Sharma seems hellbent on preventing me from courting her sister.”

“I think we both know her reason,” Colin interjected, but Anthony ignored it.

“However, she and Miss Edwina already consider you an acquaintance and are unlikely to refuse you when you ask for us to join them.”

In the stands, he spotted Edwina talking to Lord Lumley on her right with Kate on her left. Miss Sharma was looking directly at them with a frown.

“Miss Edwina already has a companion,” Colin said, pointing at Lumley, “She was hoping to get to know Lord Lumley better.”

Anthony asked bemused, “How do you know that?”

Colin shrugged. “Pen and I visited her and Miss Sharma yesterday and she said so.”

Anthony raised his eyebrows. “Oh? So you’re not just acquaintances, you’re friends. That’s even better. Come on. You owe me, remember?” He grabbed Colin’s arm and pulled him to the grandstands.

Colin reluctantly followed.

“Miss Edwina, Miss Sharma, what a nice surprise to see you here,” Anthony said with a charming smile.

Edwina smiled at them both and Lord Lumley nodded. Miss Sharma narrowed her eyes. “It is hardly a surprise when you knew we would be here, Lord Bridgerton.”

“It’s a splendid day for a race, isn't it, Miss Sharma?” Anthony put his hand on Colin’s shoulder. “Colin was hoping he and I might join you ladies for the main event.”

“If it’s not an inconvenience,” said Colin awkwardly. Hopefully, the mental image of Anthony being shown to a drawing room with only Newton present would be enough to make this worth it.

At the same time her sister said “No”, Edwina answered, “Of course. I’m sure we can make room.”

Lord Lumley and Edwina slide over to allow Anthony to sit between Edwina and Kate, leaving Colin to sit on Kate’s other side. It was a tight fit, but they all had a seat.

Kate seethed at his eldest brother. She gave Colin a look that he’d only seen from an angered Anthony. “Did he put you up to this?”

“I always enjoy the company of friends,” Colin said charmingly and then added sheepishly. “And I may have asked him to tell Newton hello without informing him of a few details.”

Kate laughed. “I will not hold this against you then, Mr. Bridgerton. The viscount had said you had, but I wasn’t sure if it was true. Newton does not get many callers of his own.”

Anthony glanced at Kate, an indignant look on his face. ”Lord Lumley, it’s rather warm, isn’t it?”

The younger lord seemed surprised to be addressed. “Yes, I suppose so, my lord.”

“I see these ladies do not have any lemonade. Why don’t you go and fetch them some?”

“That is not necessary, Lord Lumley. You should stay here,” interjected Kate.

“It would be unfortunate for you or Miss Edwina to get overheated, Miss Sharma. Lord Lumley doesn’t mind, do you?”

Lumley looked between Anthony and Kate nervously.

“I can go,” offered Colin.

“No,” said both Anthony and Kate in unison. They glared at each other.

“I could use some refreshment myself,” said Lord Lumley, getting up. “I will go and fetch some lemonade. It will take just a moment.”

As Lumley passed him, Lumley whispered to Colin, “Good luck.” Colin made a strangled noise.

Anthony preened as Lord Lumley disappeared into the crowds.

Edwina leaned forward, “What did I hear about Newton? He wasn’t ill-behaved this morning, was he? Oh, I knew the crowds would make him nervous.”

“It was nothing, Miss Edwina,” asserted Anthony.

“Newton did fine, Bon. Lord Bridgerton was eager to meet him is all.”

Edwina smiled, “I'm glad to hear it. Are you fond of animals, my lord? Newton is a sweet companion once he warms up to you.”

“I am very fond of my horse,” Anthony said, “Though I do appreciate a good hunting dog.”

Colin nodded. “Anthony goes out for a ride most mornings. I imagine it would take quite the horsewoman to keep up with him.”

“Horse riding is hardly a requirement for a wife,” interjected Anthony. “A couple does not need to have all the same interests.”

“But they should have something to bond over, should they not?” asked Colin conversationally.

Edwina’s smile faltered. “I am not much of a rider myself. I prefer smaller animals, ones that can sit on my lap. Kate is a most excellent rider. However, despite her best attempts, I fear that is the one area I could not take to.”

Putting back on her wide, cheerful smile, she put a hand on Anthony’s arm. “But perhaps I just have not had the right horse yet or, rather, the right riding companion.”

”We have several well-tempered horses if you would like to take one out, Miss Edwina.” Anthony looked intrigued. “Was Miss Sharma the one who taught you to ride?”

Edwina smiled and nodded proudly. “Kate taught me everything I know, from dance to etiquette. Kate is an excellent teacher.”

“Edwina exaggerates,” Kate said.

“She was lucky to have such a wonderful student,” said Anthony.

Edwina blushed, “You are too kind, my lord. But I do not exaggerate. Kate will be an excellent governess.”

That seemed to alarm Anthony. “Governess? You do not intend to marry?”

Kate snorted. “I am six and twenty, my lord. I am an old maid by the ton’s standards. Besides, I will be happy with my future nieces and nephews to spoil.”

Anthony frowned. Feeling an awkward silence creeping up on the group, Colin joked, “If you want a practice run, we could introduce you to our younger siblings.“

Edwina looked surprised. “There are five of you, are there not?” she asked. “I thought Miss Bridgerton was the youngest.”

“Eight,” corrected Anthony. “Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth are still in the schoolroom.”

“Francesca will debut next year,” added Colin, “And Gregory will be off to Eton in another year or so. I would say Bridgerton House will be quieter in a few years, but with Hyacinth, I don’t think we’ll ever know quiet.”

“There they are.” Anthony pointed to a spot in the stands. Benedict and Eloise were seated with the three youngest Bridgertons. Eloise wasn’t paying the crowd any mind, too busy reading what looked to be a pamphlet. Hyacinth and Gregory were squabbling over something again while Francesca watched the horses being moved into their gates. “We are a very tight-knit family.”

Kate huffed next to him. “I’m sure there are many other close families for you to meet as well, Bon.”

Anthony gave Colin a look and tilted his head towards Kate. He fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“Perhaps,” Colin agreed, “But I think we might be an exception. If you get one of us, you tend to get all of us. You won’t find much solitude at Bridgerton House.”

“I think that is lovely your family is so close, Lord Bridgerton,” said Edwina with a soft smile.

He grinned, “I’m glad to hear that, Miss Edwina.”

Kate frowned and glanced around. “Where is Lord Lumley? He should have returned by now.”

“I can go look for him,” offered Colin.

Kate shook her head. “No, Lord Bridgerton is the one who sent him. He should be the one to go.”

“I cannot leave now,” argued Anthony. “The race is about to start. I wish to see which of the horses is the victor. I have placed a handsome bet on Nectar.”

Kate scoffed. “Nectar? Really?”

“Nectar has an excellent record and won just the other week at a similar racetrack,” the viscount argued.

“You have failed to account for several factors, my lord. Nectar won when it was much cooler and his size was an advantage rather than a hindrance. However, it is warm today and the track is softer. A lighter horse will have the advantage, such as my pick High Flyer.”

“High Flyer has struggled to win since the start of the season,” Anthony said crossly.

“Perhaps he was just waiting for the right conditions,” Kate shot back.

Seeing the two focus on each other again, Colin cleared his throat. He pointed at a dark brown horse in one center stall. “I think I will pick Ares. He reminds me of the horse I had as a boy, remember, Anthony?”

Both Anthony and Kate looked at him. “Ares does not stand a chance, Mr. Bridgerton. He has excellent stamina for longer races, but his sprint is poor.”

“Ares will fall behind as soon as the gun is shot,” said Anthony with a shake of his head. “While he does look like Cherry did, even she would do better today.”

“I think I will go with Nectar as well,” said Edwina. “He reminds me of a horse I adored when I was younger.”

Anthony frowned, “I thought you did not enjoy riding, Miss Edwina?”

“My sister is referring to a horse from a romance novel,” Kate said with a laugh.

Edwina nodded. “Indeed. Nectar looks just like how I remember Nirvana described.”

Lord Lumley returned with two glasses of lemonade and handed them to the ladies. “Pardon the wait, Miss Edwina, Miss Sharma, the line was far longer than I had anticipated.”

Anthony did not rise for the younger lord, who was forced to squeeze in on Edwina’s far side again.

No sooner did Lord Lumley sit down did the trumpets signaling the start of the race sound.

When the starting gun sounded, Anthony and Kate drowned out the crowd and stomping hooves.

Anthony had always been the most enthusiastic about the horse races out of all of their siblings. He recalled one instance, now starting to fade from his memory, when his father had taken Colin and his older brothers to a horse race in Kent and Anthony had lost his voice from yelling so loudly.

While he had expected Anthony’s shouting and yelling, he had not expected Kate to be just as exuberant as him, if not more so. Colin had to cover his right ear when Kate began whistling at High Flyer.

Colin leaned back and locked eyes with Edwina, who winced at Anthony’s guttural scream when High Flyer began to take the lead.

“Kate is very enthusiastic about horse racing,” she said over the cheers.

Anthony screamed louder over Kate’s whistles. Colin grimaced and gave her a tense smile, “I fear my brother is just as enthusiastic.”

High Flyer flew across the finish line first, much to Kate’s joy.

Kate smiled widely. “I have never bested a viscount before.”

“You should enjoy this then because it will not happen again,” said Anthony.

“Oh?” Kate raised an eyebrow. “We will see about that.”

Anthony grinned and turned to Edwina, “Miss Edwina, would you like to go and see the horses?”

Edwina smiled and took his hand. “I would very much so, Lord Bridgerton.”

As the crowds began to empty from the stands, Anthony took Edwina’s arm and helped her down the stairs. Kate followed closely behind them. Lord Lumley simply sighed and departed into the throngs of people.

Colin trailed after the Sharmas and Anthony to the track. Anthony led Edwina straight to Nectar, who was being brushed down.

Kate came up to him with a cool look in her eyes. “Mr. Bridgerton, do you know what your brother’s goals are with my sister?”

Colin watched as his brother spoke with the horse’s owner while Edwina stroked Nectar’s long nose. “I know Anthony put his foot in his mouth at the Danbury Ball, but I know my brother. He is a gentleman and only has honorable intentions.”

Kate frowned, watching her sister and his brother. “His honorable intentions are what I am concerned about.” Kate headed towards the group, or rather Edwina specifically.

Colin considered following but a glimpse of familiar red hair stopped him.

Just off the track, Penelope was standing next to a man and, shockingly, Cressida Cowper. Penelope spotted him and waved him over urgently.

The two others noticed his arrival. Cressida batted her eyes at him. “Mr. Bridgerton.”

The man looked relaxed. He raised an eyebrow at him, but his expression was friendly.

Penelope stepped next to him. “Colin, this is my cousin Jack Featherington, the new Lord Featherington.”

“Ah! The long-awaited lord. I was hoping to see you here,” said Colin, shaking his hand. “Penelope had mentioned your arrival. I am Colin Bridgerton.”

Jack Featherington laughed. “I’m surprised to hear word of me is already spreading, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Lord Featherington was just telling us about his mines in America,” said Cressida. “Ruby mines.”

“Ruby mines?”

“Indeed,” quipped the lord, “Quite successful ones too, if I may boast.”

He looked at Penelope. She smiled and nodded. “Cousin Jack has taken over the estate.”

Seeing that Penelope was pleased with the new Lord Featherington, Colin smiled.

Behind him, Anthony called. “Colin! We’re going home!”

Colin sighed. “Family calls, unfortunately. I would love to hear more about your mines in America another time, Lord Featherington.”

“Of course, Mr. Bridgerton,” said Jack. “Perhaps you could introduce me to a few gentlemen as well?”

“I know just the place. A good friend of my brothers and I just opened a new establishment, Mondrich’s. You must join us there sometime if you’re available.”

Lord Featherington grinned. “I’m already looking forward to it, Mr. Bridgerton.”

As Anthony gave a second shout for him, Colin bowed and jogged after his family.

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The mornings were still cold when he set out for his usual ride on Atlas. He had to wear a heavier coat that he would surely need to shed by the time he returned home and Atlas appreciated a warmer saddle blanket.

The cold had its benefits though. The park was quiet and very few riders interrupted his silence. It was the ideal place to think and he needed to think, desperately.

Anthony could not end the social season without a viscountess. To do so would mean he had failed at one of his most important duties as a viscount and could not proceed on to the next step of ensuring the Bridgerton line through him. Despite his callous words to Hastings last season, he no longer wished to simply push the duty of an heir onto Benedict or Colin or perhaps even Gregory. No, he was the eldest son and title bearer so he needed to produce a son capable of taking over the viscountcy when he himself inevitably joined his father.

He reflected on debutantes he had met so far and he knew the Queen had not made a mistake in her decision. Amongst her peers, Edwina had the finest combination of intelligence, grace, and social decorum. She was close to perfection.

Still, Colin’s concerns the previous morning echoed in his mind. Edwina was young. She would need time and patience to grow into the role of viscountess, but was that not something his mother could handle? She had taught Daphne after all and now she was an exemplary duchess and mother at only one year older than Edwina. Edwina would mature with marriage, he was sure of it.

However, unlike Edwina, Daphne was the eldest daughter. After their father’s passing and their mother was lost to grief for a time, Anthony knew Daphne had stepped up to look after the younger children. She even tended to mother Colin, despite him being older.

Anthony encouraged Atlas into a trot as the well-beaten path widened.

Even if she is given time to grow into the role of viscountess and tutelage from Violet, Edwina would need to be capable of assisting with Eloise being society, Francesca’s debut in the coming year, any concerns with Gregory’s schooling, and young Hyacinth’s upbringing sooner rather than later.

Anthony had seen how many women tended to their children. He knew the importance the Bridgertons’ put on family and the closeness of their bonds was unusual. His ideal wife would need to fit in with their family dynamic.

Edwina had seemed receptive when he mentioned their family’s tight bonds at the races yesterday, but with only her mother and sister, she might not understand the true effort that balancing so many relationships required.

He would need to test her instincts, ensure she would thrive amongst such a chaotic and competitive group as his siblings. The Bridgerton drawing room was not the faint of heart. Perhaps even get an unbiased opinion while he was at it.

Distracted by his thoughts, he did not notice Kate and her horse watched him pass behind him.

—

Lady Danbury had a magnificent garden. It reminded her of a fairytale her mother would read to her when she was little. Every bed was perfectly tended to with many species and varieties she’d only read about back home in India. The tall hedges made it feel separated from the rest of the world, as if it was only for her.

The magnolia trees were adorned with light pink and yellow flowers along its branches. Snowdrops and primroses lined the manicured paths. The daffodils brought vibrant color with their blooms. Only the early spring flowers were making an appearance, but the roses looked as if they could make any early arrival.

Edwina smiled as she lightly touched the smallest rose bud with her thumb. She would have roses at her wedding.

In the distance, she heard the gentle clop of horse hooves. Kate had returned from her morning ride.

Edwina followed the sounds to the side of the manor to see Kate exiting the small stable with a cloak pulled over her head.

“Kate!” she called with a wave.

Kate smiled and met her halfway. “Bon! What are you doing out here? Usually you can be trusted to sleep the morning away if given the chance.”

“I am enjoying the outdoors,” she answered.

“You? Enjoying the outdoors before your first cup of tea?”

Edwina grinned, “Indeed, I am. It is a lovely morning. Maybe tomorrow I will even join you for a ride.”

Kate stopped. “You hate horse riding, Edwina.”

“I have never hated horse riding. I just found it… daunting, but now I’m ready to learn to enjoy it,” she said with determination.

“Is this about Lord Bridgerton?” asked Kate, concerned.

Edwina hesitated. Lord Bridgerton was not the reason specifically, but he was a factor. She had not realized her lack of riding experience could pose an issue for suitors until Lord Bridgerton had expressed a love for it. He might have said he didn’t expect his wife to be as much of a riding enthusiast as himself, having a wife that was knowledgeable and appreciative of the topic would surely be better than the alternative.

“It is about finding a husband. Horsemanship is a popular hobby here and I think it would do me well to develop an appreciation for it,” Edwina said, clasping her hands together and falling into stride with Kate.

Kate shook her head. “Any man that would refuse you because you prefer to ride in a carriage rather than in a saddle is not a man you should worry yourself about, Edwina.”

Edwina wrung her hands. “Perhaps, but I want to give myself the best chance I can.”

“We have our meeting with the Queen tomorrow, Bon, but you could join me the next day, if you are certain,” Kate said, tightly. She nudged her shoulder against Edwina’s playfully. “It will give us privacy to discuss all of your admirers after tomorrow’s party.”

Edwina laughed and linked arms with her older sister.

“Speaking of the Bridgertons, I thought Mr. Colin Bridgerton was pleasant yesterday, didn’t you? He is certainly more humorous than Lord Bridgerton,” said Kate with a grin.

“I know what your thinking, Didi, but Mr. Bridgerton is already smitten with another,” Edwina replied.

Kate raised an eyebrow. “I did not realize he was courting anyone.”

“He isn’t, yet.” Edwina looked around them as they neared the rear entrance to the Danbury manor. Seeing no servants within hearing distance, she added conspiratorially, “But he told me he had been exchanging letters with Miss Penelope while he was abroad.”

“I knew the two were fond of each other, but I was not aware it was that serious,” considered Kate as they entered the small, rear foyer. The servants could be heard in the adjacent rooms as they began their duties and prepared for breakfast.

Climbing the stairs to head back to their rooms, Kate said, “I will take Mr. Bridgerton off the list then, bon. Fortunately, there are still many eligible bachelors.”

“And if Madame Delacroix is truly as talented a seamstress as I have heard she is, I shall have my pick for sure.” Edwina smiled brightly. She swished her dress playfully.

Kate laughed, tossing her riding cloak aside. Taking a seat in the bed, she said, “I was thinking, Bon, wouldn’t it be nice if we invite Miss Penelope and Miss Eloise to join us at the modiste this afternoon, Bon?”

“Oh, that is a wonderful idea, Kate!” Edwina laced her hands excitedly. “I shall go ask Lady Danbury. Hopefully the letters can be delivered by breakfast. A breakfast you still need to change for before our kind hostess sees you,” she added, gesturing at the mud soiling the hem of Kate’s dress.

—

The family was smiles and kind gestures until the newlyweds and the elder Finches left Featherington House. Penelope stood on the front steps and waved as her sister left with her new husband.

As soon as the carriage was out of sight, Prudence stomped upstairs, her yells rattling the walls. Portia was thrilled to have one daughter married and out of the house. She talked incessantly about marrying the other two off while following after Jack, whose patience had run out and he returned to his study.

Penelope retreated to her room. At the sight of her desk, she thought about what Lady Whistledown would say. She took her newest quil and began to pen a rough draft of the events from the races and the morning.

Lady Featherington must have found a bona fide wishing well during the off-season. What else could explain the recent news from Featherington House? A wealthy, handsome Lord Featherington as head of her household and a marriage for one of her dowdy daughters is an abrupt change in fortune. Hopefully she has saved enough wishes for the miracle of marrying both the remaining daughters off.

Portia had never paid any mind to Lady Whistledown’s opinion of her ugly dresses, but she was feeling hopeful this time.

A knock of her door sent her rushing to hide her writing and replace it with a blank paper. “Come in,” she called.

The door flung open not a moment later, as if the person had not actually been waiting for permission. To her surprise, it was her mother.

“Penelope!“ She held up a note and waved it towards her. “Why did you not tell me you had befriended the Queen’s Diamond?”

She leaned back instinctively from her mother’s shouting. Baffled by her mother’s question, she smoothed her dress nervously and answered simply, “I do not know if I would call our relationship friendship just yet, mama, but I had asked for your permission to visit her not but a few days ago.”

Portia paused in thought, “I suppose you did. I had not considered it would lead to anything, but it did.”

Penelope fidgeted with her dress. “Do you not approve?”

”Of course I do, Penelope,” her mother waved her hand. “I don’t know what you could have said to get one the good side of the Queen’s Diamond and Lady Danbury though. I did not even think Lady Danbury had a good side; she’s always in such dreary colors.”

Knowing her mother’s tangents and curious about the paper that sent her mother up there in the first place, Penelope asked with a raised eyebrow, “What does the note say, mama?” After such a pleasant morning, she did not care to listen to her mother monologue.

“Oh! Yes, Lady Danbury had requested you accompany her and Miss Edwina Sharma to the modiste this afternoon. I had been planning on taking you and Prudence myself tomorrow, but seeing as Lord Featherington has decided to spend his time calling on the Cowpers of all people,” she said with sneer, “that won’t be possible.”

Her mother mumbled and continued, “This will suit just as well. Madame Delacroix should be familiar enough with my preferences by now.” Portia brushed back a loose curl of hair and patted her complicated updo.

Portia opened Penelope’s wardrobe and looked in. “I was hoping you would manage to lose that stubborn two stones before we got you new dresses, but we will make do with what we have, won’t we?”

Portia gave her a wide smile and Penelope struggled to give one in return as her words cut deeper, one after another.

“O-of course, mama,” she said quietly, looking down.

”I will have your lady’s maid take a few of your dresses to alter as well.” Portia closed the wardrobe with a thud. Her mother noticed the ink stains on her hands. She sighed deeply, “Be sure to clean your hands. I will not have you looking like a peasant in front of Lady Danbury. She might be capable of helping you attract some attention.”

Penelope stared at her ink stained hands as she heard her bedroom door close. She sighed and began to clean her desk before asking Rae to bring her a light lunch.

—

After practicing the pianoforte with Edwina for the morning and a modest luncheon, Kate and Edwina were seated across from Lady Danbury on their way to Grovensor’s Square. Lady Mary had stayed behind to nurse a headache.

Penelope was waiting for them on her front step. Her yellow day dress was just as bright as her gowns.

The footman assisted Penelope inside. Kate moved over to Lady Danbury’s side so the girls could sit together. Greetings were exchanged before the carriage began making its way around the square.

“I hear that your sister is finally to be married to that beau of hers,” said Lady Danbury.

“Yes, Lady Danbury. Phillipa was married to Mr. Finch this morning actually,” answered Penelope with a soft smile. “I think they will be happy together. Mr. Finch is a kind man.”

”A small affair then?” Lady Danbury raised an eyebrow. “A bold choice for Lady Featherington. I shall send my congratulations to the newlyweds.“

The carriage came to an abrupt stop in front of Bridgerton House.

“I shall go collect Miss Bridgerton,” Kate said exiting the carriage.

A footman greeted Kate at the door and allowed her to step inside while a servant went upstairs to retrieve Eloise.

Kate took the opportunity to take in the Bridgertons’ foyer. It was warm and bright with a grand staircase in the center. She saw the edges of picture frames and stepped forward to get a better look. Hanging on either side of the first landing was a painting of the three eldest Bridgerton sons and a painting of who she presumed were the three eldest Bridgerton daughters, only recognizing Eloise. It reminded her of a line from Whistledown, ‘perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters…’

“Miss Sharma?”

Kate spun around and was face to face with Lord Anthony Bridgerton.

He had cleaned up and changed clothes since that morning, now wearing a well tailored waistcoat and coat that suggested his physique. He was clean shaven and his hair styled, not a strand out of place. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.

His eyebrows formed a deep ridge and his frown deepened. “Miss Sharma, what are you doing in my home?”

She squared her shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “I am here for Miss Bridgerton. Lady Danbury sent an invitation for her to join my sister, Miss Featherington, and I for a visit to the modiste,” she said evenly. “I was led to believe this was her home as well.”

Anthony’s frown morphed from one of annoyance to confusion and concern. “I thought she had departed an hour ago.”

Lady Bridgerton chose then to appear first landing of the staircase. “Good afternoon, Miss Sharma.”

Kate curtsied. “Good afternoon, my Lady.”

Lady Bridgerton hurried down the stairs with small shake of her head. “Oh, how unfortunate. My message must have missed you. Eloise is not able to join you this afternoon I’m afraid. She had a pertinent event to attend.”

“A pertinent event?” Anthony said incredulously. ”I was not aware of any such plans, mother, nor Lady Danbury’s invitation, it seems.” He glanced at Kate.

Lady Bridgerton frowned at her son and tilted her head towards Kate before quickly.

Kate grinned. She recognized the expression. Behave, we have guests.

“Eloise has taken quite an interest in flower arranging,” explained Lady Bridgerton, her warm smile quickly returning. “She purchased a pamphlet on the topic at the races yesterday and was adamant about attending a class today.”

”Our Eloise has always had a passion for learning, Miss Sharma.” She turned to Anthony, “And you know how Eloise can be once she sets her mind to something.”

Anthony frowned. He locked eyes with Kate. He pressed his lips together. To his mother, he said, “We can discuss this later.”

He turned to Kate. “Please give Lady Danbury our apologies for my sister’s absence, Miss Sharma.” Lord Bridgerton bowed and, without hesitating, left the room.

Lady Bridgerton gave her a sympathetic smile. The two said farewell and Kate left to continue her plans as best she could.

—

A bell rung as the three young ladies and matriarch entered the store. No other customers were present, only a smiling Genevieve to greet them.

Edwina was quickly escorted to the back by Genevieve and Lady Danbury, leaving Penelope alone with Kate Sharma in the front sitting area.

Penelope took a seat on the sofa near the back of the room. Kate sat down across from her.

“Your necklace is beautiful,” said Kate, breaking the silence.

Penelope hadn’t noticed how quickly she had begun to nervously fiddled with the gem of her ruby necklace. She blushed and quickly laced her hands together in her lap. “Thank you, Miss Sharma. My cousin gave it as a gift to me just this morning.”

“Ah, the new Lord Featherington I’ve mention of? Lady Danbury mentioned he journeyed here from America.”

“Indeed. He’s spent the last several years in Georgia.” Unable to bear the risk of silence, Penelope asked politely, “Are you enjoying the season, Miss Sharma?” She wished Eloise or even Colin was present. This was the first time she had spoken to Kate without anyone present and suddenly the woman felt more intimately when the threat of making a fool of herself was more possible.

“I am,” she answered. “Edwina is doing well as the Queen’s Diamond and the ton does not lack eligible men for her.”

Penelope nodded. She fidgeted with her hands. ”I saw Lord Bridgerton sitting with you and Miss Edwina at the races yesterday.”

“That he was,” Kate said with a subtle grimace. “Lord Bridgerton acts quite taken with my sister. Do you know him well?”

Penelope shook her head. “I don’t speak with him as often as I do his younger siblings, but Lord Bridgerton has always been kind to me. He is very diligent in his role as Viscount.”

She did not know what answer Kate was looking for, but that did not seem to be it.

Kate pursed her lips. “I see.” She rose and headed over to the wall with fabric bolts.

Penelope’s eyes fell to her lap. She glanced towards the fitting room and prayed Edwina would be done soon.

Kate wandered around the room, running her hand over the different fabrics. “This would go nicely with your hair, Miss Featherington.”

Penelope snapped her head up. Kate smiled politely at her, holding up the end of dark green fabric. It was a beautiful color. Much nicer than her eye watering yellows and oranges. “Oh, yes, I suppose so, Miss Sharma.”

Kate smiled at her. “I take it that dress design is not one of your interests?” she asked amiably.

Penelope's face turned red. Quietly she said, “My mother chooses my dresses.” She gestured to the bright frills and bows on her day dress.

Kate raised an eyebrow and tilted her head.

“Mother says happy girls wear happy colors and happy girls find happy husbands,” Penelope explained with a grimace.

“That is certainly… an idea,” Kate said. “Do you like your dresses?”

Penelope picked up a swatch of light blue fabric. “To be perfectly honest, no. I know I resemble a lumpy fruit. How my mother thinks that will attract anything other than bees, I do not know.”

Kate grinned. “It is fortunate that your mother is not here then.” She gestured for Penelope to join her.

Nervously returning her smile, Penelope obliged her. She lightly touched a sample of sapphire blue fabric as if it might burst into flames.

“That would make a beautiful gown.” Kate hummed and held a pale pink swatch up to her. “Some lighter colors would suit you well too.”

“It is very pretty,” she agreed quietly.

Kate’s impromptu lesson on colors was interrupted by Edwina’s return.

“Oh, Kate, Madame Delacroix is such a brilliant seamstress,” gushed Edwina, “I will look beautiful in her dresses. I cannot wait for the soirée tomorrow.”

Kate smiled at her sister. “You are already beautiful, Bon.”

Edwina rolled her eyes playfully. “You know what I mean, Didi.”

Genevieve looked over the young women, measuring tape in hand. “Which one of you would like to go next?”

Kate shook her head. “I am not in need of your services today. We are here for my sister and Miss Featherington.”

Lady Danbury tutted. “Miss Sharma will go.”

Kate glared at Lady Danbury. “I appreciate your generosity, Lady Danbury, but my current dresses will suffice.”

“Every young lady could use a new dress, Miss Sharma,” Genevieve said, “Something to catch the eye of potential callers.”

“I am not interested in callers, Madame Delacroix, I am far too old for that,” she said with a shake of the head.

“If you are old,” said Lady Danbury, “Then I must be dead.” She walked towards the back. “Regardless of either of our states of vitality, you will need to look presentable before the Queen.”

Kate huffed but followed Lady Danbury and Madame Delacroix.

Edwina clapped. “Oh, this is perfect. I cannot wait to see Kate’s new dresses.”

“Madame Delacroix is the best in London,” agreed Penelope, setting down the pink swatch. “When will you be seeing the Queen, Edwina?”

“Her Majesty has invited us to see the palace grounds tomorrow morning,” Edwina answered with a bright smile.

“I can’t imagine meeting the queen at her palace. I doubt I would be able to say anything at all.”

Edwina hesitated. Her face betrayed her nerves. “I am quite nervous, but I must do well to stay in her good graces. Her Majesty has already done so much for me and my family.”

Penelope touched her arm lightly. “I’m sure you’ll be fine, Edwina. The Queen would not have picked you for her Diamond if you couldn’t handle it.”

“You’re right, Penelope. This is nothing I cannot handle.” Edwina took a deep breath. She looked back towards Kate’s fitting room. She smiled at Penelope. “As long as I remember what I am looking for, I will find it.”

Edwina took a seat on the plush sofa. Penelope sat down next to her.

“What is it you are looking for, Edwina?” she asked curiously.

“The most important one is a strong sense of family,” she stated. Penelope just barely caught her glancing back to the fitting rooms again. She furrowed her eyebrows but didn’t interrupt. Edwina continued, ”Someone who is kind and patient, of course, and well read so we can discuss our favorite books. What about you, Penelope? What are you looking for in a husband?”

This was her second season but that was the first time Penelope had truly been asked that question. What did she want in a husband? The simple answer would be ‘Colin Bridgerton’ but that was not an answer she would ever speak aloud.

She pictured her parents' marriage: tense, angry, and lonely. She heard the slamming doors, snide remarks, and harsh whispers. She remembered the cold looks between the two and how her mother mourned the loss of security more than she did her husband’s presence. She remembered how her father would come stumbling home and smelling of alcohol. She remembered the whispers she heard of her father’s gambling and rumors he had not in fact drank himself to death.

Edwina was looking at her with big, hopeful eyes. She reminded Penelope of Daphne in a way. Edwina was destined to make an excellent match. She was born for something great. She was beautiful and poised and desirable. She was many things Penelope was not.

Penelope considered giving Edwina a realistic answer, freedom from her mother and sister. A house of her own and children. A husband who tolerated her and saw that she was provided for. An answer that was simply reality for most in Mayfair.

But looking at Edwina, Penelope knew: she was a romantic too.

“I want someone I love,” Penelope answered honestly. “And someone who loves me. I want someone kind and loyal and honest. Someone who will make me happy and I will make happy in turn. Someone who will stand by my side because that is what he wants to do, not what he must.”

Edwina took her hand. “That sounds lovely, Penelope. I know you’ll find a man just like that.”

Penelope felt her eyes water. She clasped Edwina’s hand. “Thank you. I know you’ll find someone perfect for you too.”

Soon, Kate returned to them with an annoyed expression and a huff. Lady Danbury looked undeniably smug behind her.

Madame Delacroix followed with a pleased look on her face. “I shall be able to get the dress for tomorrow done promptly, Lady Danbury.”

The modiste turned to Penelope, “Now, how about you, Miss Featherington?”

Penelope stood up and smoothed her dress. “My mother said she sent word about what she wanted,” she said in a resigned tone.

Lady Danbury waved her off. “Lady Featherington is not present; we will not concern ourselves with her particular fashion sense, Miss Featherington.” To Genevieve she said, “Put any alterations or new dresses for her on my bill.”

Penelope squeaked. “Lady Danbury, I couldn’t possibly.”

The old woman raised an eyebrow. “‘Couldn’t possibly’ what? Desire a dress with appropriate fit? Wear something that suits your tastes and not that of your mother’s?”

She leaned on her cane. “I am feeling generous this season, Miss Featherington. Miss Sharma has already informed me of your distaste for your current style so do not try to argue that you truly enjoy resembling an orangery. Your mother and Lord Featherington would not slight me by rejecting an old woman’s generosity.”

Penelope glanced back at the other two. Kate gave her a smile and nodded. Edwina eagerly gestured for her to go. She took a deep breath and agreed.

Madame Delacroix closed the curtain behind them. Lady Danbury took a seat behind her.

“I presume a new dress for tomorrow evening is unrealistic. Would it be possible for you to alter her most suitable dress instead, Madame Delacroix?”

“Mais oui, Lady Danbury,” the seamstress walked around Penelope, “A few petit adjustments to the waistline and chest can do wonders. We may even wish to consider removing some of the ruffles and frills. You are no longer a jeune fille, Miss Penelope.”

Lady Danbury nodded. “That would be a good start. Would you be able to have a new dress for her ready by the Bridgerton country ball?

“What do you take me for, Lady Danbury? Une amateur? I can have two ready if you wish, one for the ball and one for the garden party.” Delacroix began to take her measurements. “Miss Penelope, do you have any particular style you wish for your new dresses?”

Penelope’s face flushed. She had always dreamed of having a truly pretty dress, but she never actually expected it. “Hmm, maybe green or blue?” She fidgeted with her sleeve. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted several drawings tacked to the wall, dress designs. “And maybe something like what they wear on the Continent?”

Madame Delacroix smiled and winked at her.