Paige Featherington, the youngest of the Featherington four, had always promised herself that she wouldn't get married until her older sister Penelope had married first. Yet this didn't seem like a difficult plan, not when her family had prevented h...
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The horse drawn carriage bumped along the cobbled pathway, passing through the range of expensive houses. Inside sat three woman, a mother and her two daughters. All of which were impatiently waiting upon the end of their journey in the small wooden contraption.
Portia Featherington was the lady of the carriage. Her bright red hair was piled upon her head in a neat undo, her gown was bright in colour as she looked through the window. Her mind racing, aware of what she had to achieve that season, what she needed her daughters to complete upon her behalf. Necessary to hide what she had done upon the passing of her husband.But more than aware that the two daughters in the carriage with her were unlikely to be the ones of which would do this for her. That fate would rest upon her eldest two daughters, both of which she had little faith in. Times were looking bleak and she cursed herself for never bearing a son. Things would have been much simpler were one of her four daughters born a boy.
Penelope Featherington was sat in silence next to her mother. Cursing at herself for following the colour co-ordination her mother had placed upon the four girls their whole life. Her brain busy as it anticipated her return once again to the social scene of London. As she prepared herself to return to the double life she had been leading over the previous three years. Already drafting the words of her first column. Knowing that the focus would be placed upon her family once again, knowing that they always brought enough content for her to use to entertain the masses and earn herself enough money that she would never have to rely upon a husband to keep her. But she also knew that this year she wanted things to be different, she wanted to walk away like her two older sisters did with a secured marriage.
She had her eyes set upon anyone she could possibly match with. Knowing that her ideal husband was not interested in her, it had taken a whole summer to get over. But now she was ready, she knew not how much longer she could remain under her mother's reign. She didn't want to be stuck as a spinster anymore. Penelope was ready to put herself out there this year, she needed to escape. And if that meant using her younger sister as content for her gossip column so she could focus on finding herself a husband, then it would be unfortunate but she knew her sister would forgive her.
The final inhabitant of the carriage was possibly the most excited to return to London. For after three long years of begging her mother to allow her to debut in the social scene, the woman had finally given in. Sure it had been laced with the harsh words to not expect anything to come out of it. Especially when the men worked out her medical condition, but Paige chose not to focus upon those words. She was just finally excited to be included in the events of which were going on, having spent the last few years watching her sisters enjoy and participate from the sidelines, it was finally her turn.
Paige knew not many men would be interested in her, especially when it came to them working out that at night her vision barely existed. That when they would dance with her in the dimly lit halls that it would be mainly just her stepping on their toes, she knew it was not ideal. But she wanted her princess moment, she wanted to dress up and pretend just for a few months. She wouldn't look for her own prince, rather she would spend her time helping her older sister.
