"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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BALLS & BLUNDERS
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THE DEEP BLUE OF HER DRESS seemed to be a rather unusual color amongst the pale pinks and creams worn by the other debutantes. The silhouette had been recommended by the modiste, a beautiful woman by the name of Genevieve Delacroix. Much like the color, the silk dress was unlike anything worn by the rest of the women. Even Augusta's pale pink gown held the familiar puffed sleeves with minimal embroidery. It was in perfect contrast to Daphne's cream colored gown with nearly an obscene amount of embroidered diamonds.
"Such a horrid display of wealth," Augusta whispered in Marjorie's ear, glaring at the woman dancing with the Duke, "Did you see her this morning? No bonnet or spencer to be seen."
Marjorie smirked at her sister's green expression, wondering what on earth Augusta could have against the Bridgerton girl. "We could never get away with such manners." She retorted in support.
Augusta scoffed in agreement. The two women's pathway was quickly blocked by the brother of the very subject they were discussing.
"Miss Baxter," Colin smiled, offering his hand to Augusta, "I would be honored if you would join me for a dance."
Marjorie shared an eager look with her sister, smiling at the mirthful expression. She shoved her sister forward, "Go, I will stand by the ratafia like all the other spinsters."
Augusta did not correct her as she took Colin's hand and moved onto the floor, her smile wide as the music began to echo through the ballroom, everyone standing near the edge to watch the happy courting couples.
Marjorie even found herself smiling at the scene unfolding before her, the spectacle everything she could have wished for her sister.
"Miss Baxter!" The rough voice of Lady Danbury cut through the crowds as she reappeared on the arm of Lord Bridgerton himself. Marjorie stifled her laughter at the sight, wondering how the woman managed to keep Anthony away from the Duke and Daphne. "It seems to me that your brother is to be congratulated."
Marjorie's brows scrunched themselves together as her gaze drifted toward the man who had spent all week tearing at his blonde waves and trying to piece together a cracked business. "Really? Whatever for Lady Danbury?"
The woman relinquished her grip on Anthony but for a moment to lean in with great drama, "I hear Lady Whistledown has found herself an agreeable publisher."
Marjorie's eyes widened at the news, unable to hide the gasp of delight. It was well known that Lady Whistledown's column was the most addicting one in London, and because James had taken her advice, soon his business would be thriving once again. "Oh that's wonderful!" Her gaze shifted toward her brother once more, "I wonder why he neglected to inform us of his success?"
