The Wrong Mr Bridgerton

Chapter 7

Dear Gentle Readers

Some sort of divine miracle has occurred, my dearest members of the Ton.
My keen eyes have witnessed that The Featherington household had a queue of eligible bachelors, all awaiting a moment with no other than Miss Penelope Featherington.

One can only assume they have indeed arrived at the wrong address. But with further inspection it is believed that this young lady has more to offer than indeed, meets the eye.

Not one, but all three Bridgerton gentleman have been seen falling over themselves to gain the young lady's affection at Lady Danbury's ball Friday last.

Making this author wonder, is something amiss. After all, every wallflower must have its time in the sunlight to bloom.

Yours Truly
Lady Whistledown

A knock at the Featheringtons door.
Briary knocked at Miss Penelope's bedchamber
"Sorry Miss Penelope, Mr Bridgerton is here to speak to you"
Penelope's heart started to flutter.
"I will be fifteen minutes, Thankyou"
Briary called through the door "As you wish"

Penelope glanced at her reflection in the mirror, reapplying some needed colour to her lips and pinning her hair back a little. She frowned at her reflection 'I guess this will do'

Pen's heart was skipping a beat as she slowly descended the staircase.
She was surprised. It was not Colin, but Benedict. She hid her disappointment well.

"Good morning, Miss Featherington"
Pen stooped, looking up at him as she straightened back up with a smile "May I escort you to the art gallery"

She smiled taking his arm "How lovely, I have only been once, and my family distracted me from seeing all the beautiful art"

"Perfect, we cannot have you missing such delights!"

She walked into the art gallery. Benedict must feel rather at home in the hall.

"Mr Bridgerton, does the scent of paint tickle your senses so?"

"It does"

"Do you still paint?" Benedict seemed overjoyed by Penelope's genuine interest.

"I do. There is no better feeling then to see your imagination come to life on a canvas"

"I envy you. I wish I had a talent like that, that the world could appreciate"

He gave a warm smile. She was such a charming lady, he could see why his brother was so smitten.

"Thank you. But you must have a hidden talent, you wish to show the world" she blushed, not meaning to. "I sadly do not"

"Do not lie Miss Featherington" he jested. His grin large.

Her tone softened "I do enjoy writing"

"Ah yes, Colin and Eloise told me as much, you can't keep that a secret. Colin has kept all your letters" he caught Colin looking through them on his writing desk once. He chose not to interrupt him. Just slowly shut his bedroom door to.

She gasped "Oh, has he?"

Benedict nodded when he saw the hope in her eyes. "It's nothing like art though. You bring a sense of joy and wonder. What a fulfilled life you must lead" she changed the subject swiftly, hoping Benedict wouldn't notice, but of all the brothers, he was the most observant by far.

"Everyone gets a feeling that something is missing, Miss Featherington?"

"What is it you miss not having, Benedict?"