'Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?' 'Always,'
Eloise Bridgerton, The 5th child in the Viscount's household. She was different. She wasn't what society expected her to be or what her mother wanted her to be. A spinster in mak...
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The Bridgerton family's country home was alive with the sound of laughter and music as the event reached its peak. Eloise, however, stood at the fringes of the bustling crowd, feeling a sense of isolation. It was a grand gathering hosted by her own family, the Bridgertons, and attendance was expected of her. However, her disdain for such social events was evident. She found them suffocating and monotonous, lacking the depth and intellectual stimulation she craved.
As the night progressed, Eloise observed her brother Colin effortlessly mingling with the crowd, the charm that always seemed to flow from him like second nature. He had just returned from a tour and had stories to tell. Antony on the other hand was trying to please the younger Sharma sister, He was in search of a bride, a concept that never failed to puzzle Eloise. She couldn't understand why one would willingly subject themselves to a lifetime of societal expectations and restrictions in the name of love.
Her sister, Daphne, stood nearby, cradling her newborn child. The once spirited and independent woman seemed transformed, her focus now solely on the little one in her arms. Eloise, though happy for her sister's joy, couldn't help but feel a tinge of melancholy at the thought of a life consumed by motherhood.
The rest of her siblings, younger and more carefree, were caught up in their own pursuits and pleasures, leaving Eloise feeling like an outsider. She found solace in a quiet corner of the ballroom, seeking refuge from the superficial conversations and the societal expectations that weighed heavily upon her.
As the night wore on, Eloise's best friend, Penelope, made valiant attempts to socialize, urged on by Mrs. Featherington's persistent nudges. However, Eloise's disinterest in the superficial conversations and the pretense of the evening remained steadfast. She found herself retreating further into her own thoughts, silently observing the frivolity unfolding around her. With a heavy sigh, she finally decided to call it a night. Exhausted from the facade and longing for the comfort of solitude, Eloise retreated to her bedroom, the weariness lulling her into a deep slumber, where dreams of a world free from societal obligations and expectations danced in her mind.
