"Falling in love is like surrendering to the enemy" Sir McCoy stated as he addressed the Nighthower family in their parlour. "Signing your life away to torture and slavery, honestly the idea of it is preposterous."
Margret didn't even pretend to be interested in the old man rambling on as she watched the gliding raindrops slide and glide down the window pain. Leaving its pathway in its wake. In the far distance she could see Colin kissing Marinas hand and step into a carriage, the black Bridgerton family homes door swiftly closing after as Colin had run back into the warmth and shelter of the townhouse. The news of their engagement had hit Lady Whistledowns daily post, and when Margret read the edition her chest seemed to have caved in itself. She felt so many emotions, all simultaneously. Betrayal being gone, loneliness another, but above all else she felt she had been foolish, idiotic, naive. That hurt more than anything, not only was the boy she was certain she was falling in love with betrothed to another, but the idea that she had implanted into her brain that he may have reciprocated her feelings.
The Nighthower family had accepted the invitation to Colin and Marinas engagement party. Margret aimed to pretend to be ill this morning but when Angelica had caught he scoffing down the left over pancakes from breakfast, the jig was up.
Now they sit with Sir McCoy, an older gentleman, however one who seems eager to marry this year and has taken interest in the Nighthower clang, hence why Margret now sits pretending to be interested and intrigued with the information McCoy resist's like a script, a monologue, a boring one at that. Ignoring the stabbing pain that pierces her heart. Trying to ignore the pit in her stomach. The dread for the evening to come.
Short but the next one is long I promise, also sorry for not updating recently been a bit hectic lol. Hope you guys are liking the book so far :)
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FanfictionThe season has finally fallen upon this years debutants and no one is more displeased than Margret Nighthower. Margret has always wished to travel and see the parts of the world she reads of, yet since the passing of her farther, Lord Nighthower, sh...
