"TELL ME IS THERE A PROPER WAY TO ENCOURAGE ONES AFFECTION?"
"DANCING, MY LORD. OR DO YOU FIND THAT DETESTABLE TOO?"
IN WHICH THE VISCOUNT
FALLS FOR A MERCHANT'S
D A U G H T E R
BRIDGERTON S1-S2
A...
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CALLERS & CELEBRATIONS
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WHAT MARJORIE FELT THE NEXT MORNING paled in comparison to the excitement that was bubbling in Augusta's chest. The younger girl didn't even wait for their housemaid to open the curtains, shoving them aside herself and letting the sun stream in.
"Oh today is going to be simply marvelous!" The blonde gushed, already searching for a suitable day dress to wear to entertain the men that would inevitably flock to their house. When she had decided on a nice striped pattern, Augusta whipped around to face Marjorie, a wide smile on her face, "I hope Colin shows up. He was so sweet to me last night. Although I know he spent most of his time dancing with Miss Thompson, who is also a very sweet girl so it makes sense if--"
"Augusta!" Marjorie cut off her sister with a soft chuckle, shaking her head at the girl's antics, "As lovely as Marina Thompson is, I will consider Colin Bridgerton every type of fool if he does not choose to court you this season." She assured her, brushing out her wild mane, arm lazily hanging on one of her knees, "In fact, any man that does not choose you as a bride is an idiot of the highest caliber."
Augusta rolled her eyes, slipping into her stays, "You would say that about any man vying for your affections."
Marjorie chuckled, sliding out of her covers to help lace up her sister, "Because any man vying for my affections is a lost cause. Especially if this season is any indication." The elder sister's thoughts drifted toward a certain Bridgerton man, accidentally lacing the stay a bit too tight. Augusta gasped.
"Christ, Margie, is everything alright?"
Marjorie shook her head and sighed. If she didn't tell Augusta now, the girl would weasel it out of her another way. "Oh it was something Anthony said last night, after you had disappeared." She picked at her nails, an old habit she was never able to break no matter how many times her mother tried to stop her, "His mother was trying to get him to dance and he mentioned that I was merely 'tolerable' as a dance partner."
She collapsed on the bed, Augusta whirling around with blazing eyes, "What?"
Marjorie shrugged, trying to seem unaffected. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so, perhaps it was because when they were children stuff like this hadn't mattered to them.
But they were no longer children.
"Really Augusta, it's not as if it changes my opinion of him," Marjorie spoke shortly, "Anthony Bridgerton is still the same irritating, frustrating man he was when I left."
