"Art", A short woman with long black hair called down from the top of the stairs.
"One second mom!"
"Art! You are twenty seven years old you will call me mother. If I am going to have to live with you the rest of my life the least you can do is learn some manors!"
The boy at the bottom of the stairs rolled their eyes before replying, "Dying a spinster is a much better life then most."
"Speaking of such!" The woman walked down to the boy and straightened his tie, "There is a ball tonight. Come with me!"
"Mother! We've talked about this, I'm the laughing stock of the ton!"
""Oh I'm sure that people have found other things to worry about"
"He left me at the Alter!" The boy screamed. The "he" they were talking about in this situation was none other then the duke Simon Basset. Art had been engaged to him until he fled their altar leaving Art and immediately taking the hand of Daphne Bridgerton. He of course had nothing against the girl but he couldn't say the same about Simon.
"Relationships fail! That doesn't mean you give up!" Her words snapped Art back into reality. She wasn't going to let this one go, was she? Art new better then to fight with his mom so painfully he managed to push out a, "Yes".
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We Can't Be Friends (Bridgerton Fanfic)
Historical FictionBecause of Arts lack of prospects for marriage he finds himself getting ready for a marriage of convenience with the viscount, Anthony Bridgerton. Will the two end up falling for one another? Or will Art feed their formenden romance with Simon Basse...
