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"Will you take Nathalia to the gardens today?" Eloise asked sternly looking Anthony up and down.
"Yes, do not worry I will be gone long before Miss Kensington arrives," Anthony grumbled into his newspaper in reply not meeting her judgemental gaze.
"I should hope so, it may be the least you can do after last night."
"It wasn't my fault..."
"Whose fault was it then, Anthony?" Eloise scoffed with a pointed glare. "You were so cruel to her last night, I thought you were friends. I mean did you not–"
"We are certainly not friends," Anthony scoffed right back not letting her finish the sentence. "Whatever you think you know, Eloise is mistaken. Why don't you leave the conjecture to Lady Whistledown?" Anthony peered over his paper with a glare.
"Then perhaps you'll be pleased to learn your mythical relationship is old hat to her and half of the ton, the Prince and Princess are back to being front and center."
"Hooray, the natural order has been reset," Anthony murmured sarcastically back into his paper.
"And as for Caroline... Lady Whistledown is already taking bets on who she will marry!" Eloise prodded Anthony with a wicked grin. Anthony's jaw twitched as his heart fell so suddenly out his chest and onto his lap in a fit of anxiety and anger.
"Who do you think it will be Lord Pembley or Prince Telvie? Lady Whistledown thinks Lord Pembley, as it would be far too fantastical for Caroline to marry a prince. But oh! How ironic it would if you and Caroline ended up brother and sister-in-law?" Eloise continued only further enraging an already very red Anthony, perhaps unsure or uncaring of how greatly such words affected him. He stood from the corner armchair hastily snatching the copy of Lady Whistledown from his sister's hand before storming out of the room and leaving the Bridgerton home.
He wordlessly entered his carriage. He sat hands still shaking as he combed over the gossip column skimming for mentions of Caroline.
Over the weekend Prince Telvie escorted Miss Kensington to the Opera, causing quite the murmur among us all. Perhaps the season's underdog has managed to move on to a handsome and far politer gentleman. Perhaps even two gentlemen? Both Prince Telvie and his very best friend and travel companion, Lord Pembley, have appeared to take interest in Miss Kensington, however, is she really a modern Cinderella? Will the next Russian Queen be a peasant? I highly doubt it, reader, as should we all.
LADY WHISTEDOWN SOCIETY PAPERS
May 1, 1814
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Caroline lay nestled atop the carpeted floor, the firm but soft sensation along her back barely providing a productive comfort, however, somehow lying in bed to cry felt too indulgent. Perhaps due to Caroline's confidence or depression, she couldn't determine it but pillows seemed somehow even unworthy of her tears. Instead, she stared at the decorative ceiling cycling between completely still silence and fits of loud but muddled sobs.
The door to the bedroom clattered obnoxiously as if it had been awkwardly ripped open. In stumbled Mia clearing her throat in announcement causing Caroline to roll her eyes back, clearing them of tears and wiping the nearly raw skin where large eyes bags of tired sorrow laid.
"Are you still not crying?" Mia asked standing across the room still giving Caroline her desired space even after many hours.
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The Ungodly Hour~Anthony Bridgerton
FanfictionCaroline Kensington feels like a fish out of water entering Grosvenor Square for the first time. A girl from the country and of comparatively simple means she feels incredibly intimidated by the lavish balls she must attend in pursuit of her family'...
