Nura Cavendish, The daughter of the Duke of Devonshire. She has already been promised to a man of high esteem, why? Her family will not tell. She has no say in the matter and must silently agree no matter how much it pains her.
On one particular ge...
The heart, the most curious of instruments LADY WHISTLEDOWN'S SOCIETY PAPERS, MAY 1814
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That was it. It was decided Nura and her brothers were to stay the night at Bridgerton house. Though it was sprung the very last second, The viscountess had no trouble at all ensuring all arrangements were made in the guest rooms. Nura did not know whether she ought to be relieved or fearful. Before her uncles parted they glared into her, trusting her so little. She supposed she were to be grateful that she did not have to return home with them. But Anthony. That is what terrified her most.
Violet Bridgerton ushered them all to the informal drawing room. Where she insisted that a proper chat may be held, and the family could be in comfort. Besides, Violet thought Nura ought to hear Hyacinth on the pianoforte and Colin's marvellous singing. Nura hated it. Hated feeling Anthony's presence. He sat with Benedict merely a few feet away, steadily discussing the marriage.
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"Nura, tell us a little about yourself?" Violet politely probed also offering her a cup for tea which Nura respectfully declined.
Nura smiled, a true smile of course. She liked the Bridgertons. They were splendid company. "What would you like to know?"
Hyacinth who sat at the pianoforte, ready to begin her practice, swiveled in her seat. "I'd very much like to know where you come from and how is it, we have never crossed paths?"
Eloise with eyes sparkling with titillation, "You are a mystery, even Whistledown thinks so."
Nura laughed a tiny nervous laugh. "I-I...well, I tell you, I am no mystery."
The hushed voices of both Anthony and Benedict ceased. It was now apparent, their attentive gazes were directed on her. "Please do tell us. I'm eager to know the lady my brother wishes to marry."
If she did not love him, Nura swore she could and would have killed the man—perhaps not kill, but injure him enough. She met his gaze, flashed him a bedazzling smile, amusing him further. A ruse he was playing-well two can play at that. "Why Lord Bridgerton, I'll be most delighted to comply," turning her gaze back to the beaming family Nura continued. It was...fun...indulging him. "I'm of mixed decent. In fact, my father and his late father both married women not of their decent. While my father and his were Englishmen, my mother and his mother were of Bangladeshi origins, a part of India."
