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the fox and the rabbit, a love story for the history books

Summary:

Eloise has always been told over and over again that she's too loud, talks too much and even thinks too much. On top of all that i seems no one around her not even her family OR best friend understand this particular type of isolation. Above all of that she can't help but come to the conclusion, that she's just too much for everyone around her but she'll be damned if she is going to let her stop her. So her number one priority this season is to find a someone who does and NEVER le them go NO MATTER WHAT!!!!

Or Eloise is lonely and desperate for a friend who truly understands her.

Chapter 1: soft mornings and one dreadful spirt

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Eloise was violently woken up by the sun attacking her eyes with its watchful glaze as her maid just opened the curtains. “rinse and shine miss eloise, miss bridgerton informed me that it is in the utmost importance for you to attend her upcoming masquerade ball, that is of the utmost importance for you to attend looking your best” her maid Amelia informed her as she sat up in her bed.

“Yes, yes I know everything to know about the upcoming ball that is the mama’s masquerade but unlike mama I do not like being shown off like cattle for the ton, in hopes of finding a suitor that will whisk me away” she explained in frustration. Amelia just looked over at her with a frowned brow and smile hiding a laugh.

“Your mama, will not hear of that kind of talk nor will your brother” She said swallowing back a chuckle “It is your mother's will so you might as well cherish your time at the ball, if not for yourself, for your dear maid” she asked her with a wide sweet smile.

She arose from her bed as Amelia acquired her corset from the closet to the right side of her room. Though she will not admit that getting dressed and ready in the morning is actually quite relaxing for her, The way even though there's new dresses there's always the same formula to it. It's the consistency of it, that you can't help but love.

As Amelia fixes up her hair, assorted dread settles in, one that she's been trying to keep down for her own sanity but ever so often it sneaks and quietly through the slow, softness of a morning or the chaos of a wedding it comes in times that she doesn't expect. This is one of those times, the slow realisation that she will have to get married. It's not her choice but it is a fact, a fact that crushes her spirit bit by bit.

She takes a deep breath as she exits her room and into the day.