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______________________ Lady Whistledown's SOCIETY PAPERS
We all know the great lengths a young lady will go in pursuit of a proposal. And apparently, she will travel great distances too.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton appears to be inching ever so closer to selecting his Viscountess, and to that end has invited our diamond to join him for an excursion at his ancestral home, Aubrey Hall.
Country air indeed clears the mind and invigorates the body. Might this be the final gust that pushes the Viscount over the precipice of a proposal?
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Francesca is the first to jump to her feet at the sight of Daphne and baby Augie. "Sister!"
"Oh, I am so pleased you were able to come," Lady Bridgerton says, grinning at her daughter and grandson.
"As if I would allow dear Augie to miss out on watching his mother win this little family tradition," Daphne says. "Second year in a row, if I might add."
"Charming words from a Duchess," Benedict says sarcastically.
"A Duchess who is still a Bridgerton," Daphne corrects smugly.
"Oh, come and see the baby, Eloise," Francesca says, turning to look over at her sister with pleading eyes.
"Why?" Eloise closed her book and sat up in her spot on the couch. "Has he changed since I saw him last?"
"He's grown at least an inch," Daphne says proudly, looking down at her son with fondness. "Haven't you?"
Daphne played with him for a few more seconds before passing him off to Violet, who greeted her first grandson with a tender kiss on the cheek and a chuckle. "Oh, my lovely. Here we go. There we are."
She passes him off to Eloise, whose eyes are wide with horror as the baby is suddenly passed to her. "No..."
As soon as poor Augie touched her hands, he started to wail, his eyes scrunching shut as he let out a few heartbreaking cries.
"Aw... there there little Augie," I say, stepping beside Eloise and taking Augie from her grasp. "It is all alright."
"Do not mind your Auntie Eloise," Colin says softly, leaning down and peering at the child's face in wonder. "She's too busy reading to notice anything else, as usual."
