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episode 1 diamond of the first water
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Grosvenor Square, 1813
Dearest reader, the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season.
Consider the household of the Baron Featherington. Three misses foisted upon the marriage market like sorrowful sows by their tasteless, tactless mama.
Far better odds might exist in the household of the widowed Viscountess Bridgerton. A shockingly prolific family, Who's eldest have yet to marry, noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters. How very perfect indeed.
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"Thank you, Beatrice" I smile kindly to the woman in the mirror as she places the last of the pearl ornaments into the front of my hair. I had grown accustomed to dressing up and attending balls though I avoided them when I could but for Daphne I would practically do anything, including attending her debut. I stand, taking a moment to adjust into my heels, and make my way out of my bedroom door.
I meet with my younger sisters minus Daphne on the landing, bowing mockingly as we see each other, and we descend the stairs together. "I am already roasting" Eloise stomps angrily, her hair bouncing as she walks down the steps.
"Are you to complain the entire day, Eloise" Francesca sighed following her as hyacinth joins my side. I place an arm around her shoulders, hugging her side, as we walk.
"Surely I cannot be expected to bear these fashions the entire day" her eyes roll. I share her sentiments as I use my hand to adjust my sleeve.
"I feel like a princess. Do I look like one?" Hyacinth smiled down at her dress as she runs a hand across her stomach.
"Do you truly wish to know what I think you look like?"
"Eloise, stop that" I gently hit her on the arm and she just smirks up at me "Cinth, you look perfectly royal" I compliment, smiling when I see her cheeks flare in a rosy blush.
"On your left!" Gregory's feet pound on the floor as he rushes past me, quickly undoing and tearing a pink ribbon from Hyacinth's hair.
