It is said that second-born sons have all the fun. This much is certainly true for Benedict Bridgerton, free from the burdens held by his eldest brother, the Viscount. One must wonder, how does the second eldest Bridgerton spend his time?
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The morning of the wedding flew by in an absolute blur as everyone got ready and headed to the wedding hall.
Once there, Daphne and Colin were tasked with keeping the younger ones in line and ensuring that Hyacinth and Gregory did not argue or do anything that would disrupt the guests. Eloise was off in a corner with Penelope, catching her up in the latest news of the search for Lady Whistledown. Violet greeted the guests as they entered, helping the staff to make any last minute changes to the decoration that she thought necessary. Anthony sat in Benedict's dressing room, giving him guidance as to the proper things to say during a wedding and anything else he needed to do.
Madeleine sat at the vanity in her dressing room, attempting to pin up her hair. Her lady's maid stood off to the side, preparing the veil and ironing out the smallest of wrinkles in the dress.
Madeleine's mother had always done her hair for her, somehow knowing how to do hundreds of different hairstyles at the drop of a hat. She would often tease Madeleine about the importance of a lady's hair, and how a good hairstyle can make or break her appearance.
"I do not entirely agree with that Mama, I think my dress would look just as beautiful if I had my hair down than if it was pinned up." Madeleine quirked an eyebrow as her mother stood behind her, preparing her daughter for her first ball.
"You will always look absolutely enchanting, my darling. But a proper updo is what shall set you a step ahead from others whose Mamas have simply pinned their hair up with minimal effort." She winked, her hands delicately placing pearl-studded pins in Madeleine's hair where needed.
"On your wedding day, I believe I will do your hair just like this. But I will leave out a few pieces in front to frame your darling face. This style suits you very well, and it certainly brings out the brown in your eyes." She smiled warmly at the girl, resting her hands on her shoulders.
Madeleine was growing frustrated as she attempted to mimic the hairstyle her mother had given her for the ball. Every pin she placed seemed to slip right out, her fingers unable to find the proper grip when she could not see the back of her head. Each time she tried, it was crooked. Or it did not hold tight enough. Or it did not look good enough. She could not seem to get it right no matter how hard she tried. She was not one to give up, though, and she continued working at it until she had gone through at least twenty hair pins.
She finally managed to get it right, smiling in relief as she stuck the last pin in. As she turned to ask her maid how it looked, however, the pins slid and the hair came undone.
"You must be kidding me!" She half-shouted in frustration, taking the pins out and nearly throwing them on the table in front of her. Angry tears were beginning to form in her eyes as she grew more exasperated. She had spent twenty minutes on a hairstyle that fell out with a simple turn of her head.
"Oh, I wish I could help you, my lady. I am afraid I have no experience in doing hair." The maid gave her a sympathetic look and Madeleine shook her head.
