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"There will forever be just two words that come to this author's mind the morning after any good party, "shock" and "delight." Well, dear reader, the scandalous accounts from last night's soiree at Vauxhall are quite shocking and delightful indeed. Miss Calista Bridgerton- The debutante was seen dancing not once, but twice with the season's most eligible and most uncatchable rake, the Duke of Hastings.
Yours,
Lady Whistledown."
The heavenly warmth radiated through her almost transparent skin, begging not to leave marks of the sun. The slight breeze was delicious, keeping all cool in the new Spring weather which was welcomed by all ages. People had flocked outside to enjoy such a splendid day. Calista had found herself on a promenade around the glorious popular walking grounds with no other than Simon Bassett.
"Eight balls." She replied to the Duke, with no expression on her face, hoping he would take the hint to agree with her.
"No."
"Eight balls." She repeated, stopping them both from walking any further. As she looked dead in his eyes, she softly moved to shade the pair with her parasol.
"You do want our plan to succeed, do you not?" She questioned.
"The purpose of this arrangement is to keep the marriage-minded mothers of the ton at bay, not hurl myself directly into the lion's den." He informed and she gave him a slight nod but not in understanding.
"The purpose of this arrangement is to ensure Lord Ramsey forgets about me." She screwed her eyelids shut in an attempt to calm herself from ranting about him to Simon.
"I shall grant you four." He led them to continue their walk, she still kept the parasol on the pair before he gently snatched it off her and soley gave her shelter from the sun, he noticed the way she was uncomfortable in the fabrics that she had dressed in.
"Six balls."
"Five."
"Six. And you must send flowers. Today. Expensive ones. If you were truly courting me, you'd buy out every florist in town." She smirked as he raised an eyebrow at her demanding needs, he expected nothing less of Miss Calista Bridgerton and he suddenly didn't mind, he wouldn't mind spending his money on worthless flowers to keep her happy.
