stubborn angel ~Anthony bridgerton~

~the beginning~

My first day back was supose to include reunions but instead a dozen French woman stood in my room watching me change. Seventeen ball gowns sat on my bed as I try on each individually. The only people I know are my mother and Mary.

Alterations were the last think I would have thought I would be doing today but understandably it's quite nessisary. Daphne is the only one who is going to visit me today, although I wish I was in the presents of the Bridgerton family I don't think I could handle not breathing for several hours and the madness of the Bridgerton family after I had not seen them for 9 months. Daphne is joining me momentarily to get her dress fitted as it seems like I have all the seamstress from town in my bedroom.

I quickly change into something simple as a heard a knock at the door rushing out of my bedroom flooded with people I nearly knock my brother right off his feet. Before he can get a word in I rush through the hallways and down the stairs trying to not break an ankle. At the bottom of the unessisary amount of stars stands Daphne bridgerton in all her glory. Looking as beautiful if not more with a face full of happiness.

Without a second thought I jump into her arms making her stumble back a couple of steps before she embraces me with just as much force lighting lightly as I feel her tears hitting my shoulder blade. Pulling away from the hug but not letting go we stare at eachother analyzing any changes.

"You grew out your hair out" she states just as I say

"You got taller"

"You have a tan" She replies just as I respond

"You look bloody gorgous"

"I missed you" We both respond cutting the conversation short. And just as quickly bringing eachother back into a hug filled with love.

I missed this. I thought as I realized how much I took it for granted before I made my departure. We made our way upstairs as Daphne got ready in the other room with her maids and the seamstress. I would have liked nothing more then to get ready with the woman I have called a sister for most my life but it has always been a rule that we will prepare for the events separate so the other can be just as suprised as every other person in the room, not only because of the excitement but because that way the only person whos opinion actually matters will be able to view as a suprise. I'd much rather be flaunting about how lovely we both look with Daphne then a man who is trying to kiss ass.

Daphne left soon after to arrive at dinner on time. My exhaustion hits me all at once as I realize it wasn't such a brilliant idea to come home from traveling for days and jump right into dresses that cut off my circulation.

I only realized I had fallen asleep after I had woken to find my brother reading what seems to be a paper at the edge of me bed.

"Can I help you with something dear brother or do you enjoy scaring the shit out of your sister first thing in the morning" the foul language only seems to roll off my tongue when my parents don't seem to have an ear into the conversation.

Turning his head he looks at me with a small smile before making his way next to me on the bed. We are now both sitting with out backs to the wooden head board and staring at the wall infront, neither of us said anything for a while, today's events hitting us all at once. Grayson reached over to squeeze my hand, neither of us are great with consoling anyone when their feelings are not on the happier side of things.

"Listen to this" he says braking the silence. I turn my head and watch as he brings the paper from his pocket and up folds it. Clearing his throat dramatically he holds the paper up and continues

" perhaps one is more fortunate.
Admirably proportioned,
impressively refined? Then
perhaps... One is a Bridgerton..

A total of eight children in this
most prolific of broods. The
rather industrious viscountess
and late viscount having produced
four perfectly handsome sons and
four perfectly beautiful daughters.
Yes. Perfect, indeed." He let's out a dramatic sigh before continuing