Her name is Bea. Her wish? Make it to spinsterhood, but there's a slight problem well... more like three. Their names Anthony. Benedict. And Colin. Join Bea on a rollercoaster ride in England's most well-known ton during the season. Where beautiful...
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One week. It had been almost been a week since the Greenwich picnic. Bea sneezed into her handkerchief, still recovering at least that was what she had been telling everybody. "Miss. Bea, you have a visitor, a Mr. Bridgerton is here to see you." Giles announced walking into the drawing-room "Please send him away." Bea sniffed then added a cough for good measure Giles gave her a look of doubt. For just like Paulette, Giles had seen her in nappies and watched her grow up. "Don't look at me like that." "I shall inform him you are still under the weather Miss." He said before leaving, she went back to reading.
Having turned down someone again nagged at her, all nine Bridgerton's had at one point come around and been denied entrance. Including when Bea watched from her window to see Violet discreetly tug Anthony across the street.
Her grandmother returned tomorrow from her two-day trip to their residence in Kent. She'd have her ear talked off, for now, she relished being alone on the other hand, four extra days of being ill may be pushing it
Closing the book Bea got up, "Giles." Bea shouted, "Giles get the carriage, I'm going out!" "Miss. Bea?" He appeared out of nowhere she stopped short "I take that back. I'll walk." Bea resumed walking down the stairs "W-where are you going? Martha is out. Are you not still ill?" he asked reaching for her coat "Walking Giles, that's what I said and some fresh air will do me wonders." She now was practically running out the door "But..." Giles was left in the doorway flabbergasted.
Clueless as to her neighbor. Benedict looked up from stepping onto the last step his brows scrunched together. Colin had just been over, but told Bea was still sick. Where on earth could she be going? He began to follow her. "Lady DeGrave!" he called out to her as he crossed the street. He watched as she quickens her stride, summoning a carriage.
It was a short ride, Bea felt as the carriage came to a halt "Thank you sir." handing him the money she climbed off in front of a house a grin slowly appeared, a nock once before the butler answered "Good afternoon Miss." "Good afternoon is Lady Granville in?" "Unfortunately the madam has stepped out," the butler said a man's voice was heard approaching "Who is it, Stanton?" "A young Miss here for Lady Lucy, Sir." Stanton stepped aside "Elizabeth!" Henry Granville's wrapped around Bea squeezing her "Hello uncle." She said as he let her go "No ladies maid?" He tsked "Your Grandmama will have my head!" "Pfft, yours and mine," Bea said knowing well her future.
She let Henry lead her to one of his studios "How long has it been?" He asked picking up a pencil "Too long, I would have visited sooner but you know Grandmama. She was never really a fan of your extra activities..." Bea turned around clearing her throat "Could you please cover up a bit?" Henry guffawed. "Camille let us take a break," Henry said to the naked woman standing on the stage she nodded taking a robe before departing.
"So why are you here?" He asked she sat on a stool "Can't a girl visit her favorite uncle?" he raised a brow "I was bored really." "The Duke to busy courting Miss. Bridgerton?" "Please Simon is just a friend." Bea rolled her eyes "But surely there are some callers," Bea shook her head "No? You have a stable fortune, you're beautiful, good relations, and if not land, then a title." "I feel like a prize stallion." Bea sketched a flower on the blank canvas. "You want what they had don't you." Henry sighed Her head snapped up. "My dear girl not everyone can find that," Bea crossed her arms "I know that. Even if a small part of me would like to know how it feels. The way they used to look at one another, how even in a crowded room they knew where the other was." Bea trailed off lost in her memories "Yes, what your parents had was true love." he whispered more to himself than to Bea.
