I never feel love .... until I found you- Bridgerton

Enchanted to meet you

— You're going to look so beautiful ! Guinevere has worked miracles again. I'm still hesitating about the colour of this one. Blue maybe...

— Yes, as you like. I say without thinking, irritate.

Camille stops and looks me in the eye:

— What's wrong ?

— I don't like going to the modist, you know that. I've already got a dress for the first ball, I don't need another one. I can wear one of mine.

— Gabrielle, you need a new dress. You need to be seen, it's your season, you need to shine. I know you don't like going, but you have to. Anyway, we have to get your dresses back.

— Yes, I resign myself.

— I need you to smile at least for me.

— All right !

I gave her a big smile to please her. We went back to the modist. The shop was already quite full. When she saw us, or rather Camille, Miss Delacroix stops and talk to Camille in french.

— Madam Harrison!

— Miss Delacroix!

— I am with you very shortly.

— Here is no emergency, my sister and I will look.

I already feel like going out, it's going to be a while. I smile stupidly for Camille, just for her. I don't need another dress ! Camille shows me several models and colours, hoping for a miracle.

— Gabrielle, I need your attention! she calls me, in an order tone.

I quickly reply with the one I like best, the turquoise.

— This color will suit your complexion and your blond hair .

It is Miss Delacroix. My sister is also in agreement. She likes to go to the milliner and make dresses, I dislike it very much!

— This tissu with white will be beautiful. We could take the same model that you have for your bal gown. Blue and white on the skirt

— Indeed, very beautiful.

— Yes, it is very good. I trust you, I know that It will be beautiful. I respond automatically.

— This is perfect! We also need to take his dress for presentation and the ball.

­— They are waiting.

We went to see them. Yes indeed, they were beautiful. I liked the ball gown more, which is colourful. My sister's is beautiful too, but I want to go out. it is hot and we finish. Despite Camille's best efforts, I still don't like it, hours at the milliner's place. Measurements are the worst part of the process. Last time it was so long with the measurements. Today is also generally long. The modist , the presentation of the queen this afternoon and... I'm not ready, not in the least. Then there's the first ball in the evening, Lady Danbury's, which opens the season. I'm not ready and honestly, I don't want to. It's artificial, all these meetings, all these balls, having to make a spectacle of myself all the time. Camille is more impatient than I am for this season, even though it's my season! My sister is finish; I take the two dresses, and we finally go out. Camille tries to reassure me:

— I know you're nervous, it's a big day, everything will be fine. You're perfect, just the way you are!

— I ... thank you !

— You're perfect. I know it's stressful but trust yourself.

We went back in the carriage, rested, and ate before the presentation. During my preparation, Camille gave me her advice: control my emotions, walk and smile, answer politely and accept compliments and it will be over already. I am very nervous, I could offense the queen ! I am ready, white dress and feather, make-up and hair. We arrive early, like everyone else. We wait. I am surrounded and the oldest. My turn came. I walk under the gathered glances. I struggle not to bow my head, but I smile and then wave. I have done that before, with the French queen. I present my greetings to the Queen :