Liebe Pfingstrose

The Existence of Love at First sight

The Gloxinia flower represents love at first sight

Dearest gentle reader, it is often said that those who marry in haste must repent at leisure, a sentiment that is clearly shared by Miss Daphne Bridgerton, who has apparently rejected not one, not two, but three proposals already this week. Some believe she is showing admirable forethought in her deliberations, but I would venture a different conjecture, that she, like this author, is still waiting on the only suitor of note. While her lovely cousin has had no such luck, as the only suitor left has recently had a hasty engagement with one Miss. Anthea Granger, one can only wonder if this haste is wrapped in the scandal, but for the Lady Peony Antoin,  with her older duke of a brother set arrives with the week, we can only hope for a happy ending to the girl, who at moment seems nothing more than a pretty face. That surprisingly garners little attention from any men of notoriety for anything other they the dowry that surely comes with the union.

"Daphne, have you thought about with whom you would like to dance at tonight's ball?" Violet said to her daughter, the whole family was sitting in the lounge from their morning tea. Peony could hardly listen to the conversation as she was most anxious for the arrival of her brother.

"I have some ideas. Lord Weaver is a fine dancer." Daphne spoke to her mother, Peony barely looked up from her book, though she was much too distracted to read, her jealousy growing at the attention her cousin was getting.

"Lord Hardy was asking about you at White's last night," Benedict spoke from the slouched position he held on the couch next to his sister.

"Lord Hardy? What about the duke?" Peony spoke up, she hoped that if Daphne got engaged soon she may see more suitors come for her attention.

"The duke has not proposed, Cousin." Daphne responded I am still considering my best course."

"Wise girl." Anthony entered from his spot in front of the window with the daily paper in hand.

"And Lord Hardy is a fine option. Although, he is rather boastful." Daphne always seemed to find one thing wrong about each man.

"My dear, why ever do you complicate matters so? You must simply marry the man who feels like your dearest friend." Peony had been trying hard to use the advice of her aunt but never seemed to hold much conversation with any of the men. She is soft-spoken with those she was unfamiliar with found it hard at times to engage in conversation with strangers.

Is that it, Mama? Well, how very simple indeed!" Daphne said, her toke a bit sarcastic

"Yes, quite," Violet responded, she chuckled ironically. With that, it was time for the family to attend tonight's ball.

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Following the conversation that morning Peony sat in her room feeling rather dejected, maybe it was asking too much to marry for love, it seemed no other suitors cared to make her acquaintance. Though so purely unladylike to feel envy, Peony was certainly beginning to feel it toward her cousin. Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of her bedroom door, it was her ladies maid Marie.