emeralds and diamonds ♔ bridgerton

Part 8

it was an impossible thing.

i could not be falling in love with him.

nobody could.

it was impossible to fall in love when you are only looking for a marriage of connivence.

everybody knew that.

"victoria i'm saying this as your friend, not your lady's maid. you can not sit up here the rest of the time at aubrey hall." but that's all i wanted to do. last night i took dinner into my room, and this morning i did the same for breakfast.

"i have so much work that i need to catch up on, the ton can wait but my inheritance won't." i don't really get why there was so much work over my inheritance. i thought i just needed to be married but no, there was so much paperwork.

a knock on the door came. "i will get it." anne stood up from the chair. she opened the door ever so slightly, just enough for her eye to see who it was. "mr. bridgerton, i'm sorry but victoria is rather busy right now."

"that's alright this will only take a moment." benedict pushed open the door, only to see that i was not looking back at the door. but just at the paper down in front of me.

anne closed the door, "victoria."

"benedict."

"we missed you at dinner last night."

"i was not feeling well."

"i hope you are well recovered."

"i feel perfectly fine, thank you." i looked up from the page in front of me, i almost became impatient with his few word conversation pieces.

he pulled up a chair to sit near my desk. "and may i ask what you are working on?"

"my inheritance. if i am not married by the end of the season then i shall not receive it, it goes to my cousin." the words felt like vomit coming out of my mouth. i knew it wasn't going to happen because i was going to be married. wether it was the duke or the prince or even a chef i was going to be married.

something about having to explain it made me feel ill, made me feel like i wasn't perfect and that was why i stuck in this mess. "don't you have an assistant to do this all for you?"

"yes, but i want to learn this all for myself. i wish to be independent."

he just sat there and looked at me. i looked back down at the table that was below me. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?" he answered.

men are so clueless.

"like i'm a piece of candy and your a child." there were so many other things that his look at me could be expressed by.

"i quite liked sweets as a child." he commented.

i expected him to say anything but that. i actually don't know what i was expecting him to say, but it wasn't that. "my chef works best with sugar."

in that moment, everything seemed to just go away. i couldn't even remember why i was mad at him just a few hours ago. "do you want to go riding?"

sorry abt the short chapter but i started school this week!!! yeah no i hate it. anyways, i did take a few days off of writing to make sure i got back into the flow of school but i do plan on writing everyday this next week.

i am also starting a new historical fiction (regency romance) story!! it's called bloodline and the first chapter should be posted soon!!!

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-remsupport