My Maggie,

XII

Dearest readers,

I don't even know where to begin, Lady Victoria Briston successfully dazzled her guest with the beauty of her garden, candles lite the scene whilst the string quartered graced with their symphonies whilst the guests danced under the moonlight . Whilst also providing a romantic ambiance she also provided the perfect stage for chaos, after all no romance can bud unless stalked by a paparazzi of gossip, after all if a love isn't scandalous, is that love true?

Lady Daphne Bridgeton seemed to have caught the eye of none other than the Duke of Hastings, the pair danced the night away, their eyes never disconnecting. They movements captivating leaving little scope for the imagination, as I suspect Miss Daphne Bridgerton will be busy swatting off suitors soon enough.

However the highlight of my experience was observing the Nighthower family, and my goodness wasn't it a good evening. It seems Mr Gilbert Nighthower, fourth born, second son to Lord Henry and Lady Elizabeth Nighthower seemed to be rather taken by a miss Annabella Lau'rent after all the pair didn't for a moment leave each others side. Similar story between the beautiful Ophelia and bachelor Benedict Bridgerton. Even I must admit that when Angelica, the youngest Nighthower tripped the servant over and made him drop his champagne by accident, let out a small chuckle, however the young girl immediatly helped the man, rather charming is that girl. However this part truly was the highlight of the evening, Margret Nighthower, a girl who seems to now be a permeant beacon of my attention and feature in my articles, dancing with travelling bachelor Archibald Jenkins. The pair seemed to be rather fixed in conversation, right before Tobias Nighthower clocked him straight in the nose, leaving the pair to have a brawl right in the middle of the dance floor. Soon enough the both of them were being held back before Tobias grabbed The third born Nighthower and dragged her away. Like I said if a love doesn't cause scandal, is that love even true?

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown

"Bloody hell Margret."

"Angelica."

"I said what I said Toby, read this, 'beacon of my attention', you have Whistledown attention."

"Brilliant." Mumbled Margret sarcastically as she sat on the window seat of the drawing room overlooking the busy streets of Governors square.

All eyes looked at the girl in sympathy, after all, they knew how much she hated the attention. Whenever any form of news was spread about the family, after all they were the Nighthowers the kindest and most beautiful family in London, she was always known more as, the other one. It doesn't a lot to your ego.

The sound of his teacup hitting the plate sent all their eyes to their eldest brother, "right I best continue with sorting the invoices, Gil can you stay in here with the girls?"

He merely nodded, before continuing with reading Mr Simms old medical journals. He had given them too Gilbert to continue studying and to research more, after all if he was to become a partner at Mr Simms, he must be the best. With that he left leaving the three daughters who each gave one another a look before they all moved to the other sofa across from the boy and sat impatiently, leaning forward and bouncing legs.

"Can I help you?"Gilbert asked not looking up from the papers infront of them.

"Annabella is very pretty." Stated Angelica.

His pen momently stopped before returning to his scribbles which seemed utterly unreadable to the girls. "I suppose."

"Suppose?" asked Margret with a cheeky smile.

"I hadn't really noticed."

"Your telling us that Gilbert Nighthower, doctor in the making, is blind."

His eyes finally left the page and if looks could kill.

With a flick of the papers in front of him Gilbert finally caved, " fine yes Anna-" he paused, "Miss Lau'rent is very beautiful." He stated before returning to his papers, the three girls took this as a hint and dispersed to the window seat.

The three girls crowded around Lady Whistledowns paper giggle amongst themselves until the sound of the drawing room doors knob turning echoed through the room. All eyes snapped to their mother as she waltzed into the room.

"Lady Whistledown?" Elizabeth asked her daughters, when they all eagerly nodded she ran over to the window seat squeezing herself between Margret and Angelica, with a pat to Margret's knee she leant over an began to scan the parchment between her fingers. "Well that woman does have a flair for the dramatic, after all I would hardly call Jenkins a bachelor, more a fuckboy."

"Mother!" the three girls exclaimed.

"Then again these days aren't those the same thing."

"I really wish I was not here." Gilbert mumbled from his papers.

Just then the drawing door once against opened and in walked Lady Bridgerton with a gentle smile. All members of the family stood from eh place and smiled at the lady.

"Violet," welcomed lady Nighthower as the ladies met in a embrace.

"Elizabeth." Violet Bridgerton returned the greeting.

"Oh please do sit." Elizabeth said whilst pointing to the small table where tea and sandwiches had been laid out. "How are you? My girls and I were just reading Whistledown and read about Daphne and the duke! You must be thrilled."

"Yes, they both seem quite taken with each other. He even came today to ask her for a promenade."

"Really."

"Oh yes and he is rather dishy isn't her."

"I repeat my previous statement. I really wish I was not here."

"Then leave." Angelica stated blankly before plucking up a Victoria sponge and scoffing it down. Surely enough Gilbert obliged and taunted out of the drawing room, papers in hand.

"Anyway my dear I came over as I heard about your beautiful Ophelia. How are you my dear?"

Ophelia couldn't be beside Bridgerton fast enough. "Quite well madam how are you."

"Madam? my goodness I have known you since you were a child, my goodness Ophelia when you were a baby you used to be sick on me everyday and now you call me madam." Violet said, giggling seeping through her statement.

"Sorry Lady Bridgerton."

"Violet please my dear." She insisted.

Ophelia offered an acceptive nod.

"Well then I was wondering if your family would like to have dinner with us this evening."

"Why what a wonderful idea, what do you girls think?"

"Sounds splendid." gushed Ophelia

"Sure." an uncertain Margret rang out.

"Is there cake?" Angelica asked.

"Oh Angelica." Elizabeth responded, "off with you all, Violet and I have lots of catching up to do."

With that the three girls dispersed. Angelica to the garden, Ophelia to the bathroom where she insisted she must stay for the next four hours, and Margret up to the chair in her room to once again escape to somewhere better. She did not want to go to the Bridgerton house. She didn't know any of them, she had had passing conversation with Daphne and Eloise a few times, and could recognise Benedict since her sisters courting, other than that Margret knew none of them. She really wished she could stay and just read for the evening, instead she must sit and watch her sister gushing and swooning over the Bridgerton, Tobias would most likely disappear with the eldest Bridgerton into some study and get drunk, Angelica is most likely going to break something and Margret and Gilbert would properly be sat awkwardly waiting for the night to end. Maybe she could pretend to be sick? But then poor Gilbert truly would be awkward. Margret had one thought and one thought only. This evening was going to be shit.