- "𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄."
➯ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 their love for each other was the beginning and end of everything.
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➯ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Anthony Bridgerton and Adila Bellerose find themsel...
╰┈➤ "NOW, MISS ADILA BELLEROSE. Presented by her mother, the Noble marchioness of Hastings, and her sister, the Viscountess Graham."
The booming within her chest was furious and incessant and somehow almost painful as a lord-in-waiting shouted on the other side of the now open, exquisitely adorned doors of ivory and gold.
Adila took a cautious stride forward, maintaining a proud posture with her chin held high, her shoulders squared back, and her gaze fixed on the Queen. She suppressed the pounding of her heart as she swallowed nervously and aimed to radiate sophistication and grace. Despite the nervousness she was experiencing within, it was clear the group watching carefully did not notice.
She held her gaze unwaveringly as the three halted at the base of the petite staircase, and with a graceful motion, they lowered into a curtsy, lowering their heads. A hush fell upon the room, with the sole sound resonating being the symphony's melody, overpowering the pounding of Adila's heart as she tightly squeezed her eyes shut. They remained bowed for a fleeting moment, their optimism dwindling, until the young lady adorned in pristine white felt a gloved hand gently lifting her chin.
"Remarkably perfect, my dear." The queen commented, almost affectionately as Adila stood up. "Just perfect." She mumbled as they made eye contact and then slowly she leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss on her forehead.
With a deliberate pace, Adila moved away, offering her a faint, barely discernible smile as the trailing hem of her gown was gathered up and she turned with care. Retaining the same refinement she had arrived with, she ensured she departed with added elegance.
