A Penthony Story.
(Please do not read if you do not like this ship)
Modern Day - Slow Burn.
Penelope Featherington is determined she will never fall in love. But with him, could she trust it?
Anthony Bridgerton never wanted to fall in love.
But with...
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Anthony had to walk away.
He couldn't stand there touching her for one more moment longer without some type of spontaneous combustion. He was sure he was truly going to erupt into flames right there in front of her. This woman. Everything about her tonight was alluring, sinful, and damn right wicked. From the peeking of her leg, the neckline, God damn the neckline, and the way the dress dipped in the back... he had no chance. But what killed him on the very spot, well that was her eyes. The way she looked at him. They way the blue pools sparkled under the twinkling lights.
How had he never noticed how truly blue they were?
How had he never noticed her?
Too be fair he knew why. She was always far too young for him.
He never gave her a second look.
But now? Now she was a woman... and a confident one at that. Well she had to be to walk into any room in that dress. Seeing her in this light was confusing to him. He had never paid her much attention before, even those four Christmases ago when he saw her constantly hiding behind Eloise, she was there of course, but she was never truly in the room.
But now?
He'd notice her in every corner, every instance, she was overloading every single one of his sense's. She was totally overtaking everything. Something he had never experienced.
When he left her at the entrance, he ran straight for the bar and downed a whiskey.
He ordered another straight after.
"You alright brother?" he heard his younger brother place a hand on his back as he was hovering over his now second glass of the hard stuff. Anthony straightened himself, "I'm great." Benedict furrowed his eyebrows.
Benedict could always tell when Anthony was lying.
Benedict leaned over the bar and asked for two glasses of champagne from the staff. Anthony raised his eyebrow, "You found a victim already?" Benedict laughed and grabbed the two filled fizzy flutes from the barman.
"Penelope," Benedict said plainly.
Benedict and Penelope?
"Penelope?"
Benedict nodded.
"She looks absolutely beautiful tonight," Benedict said dreamily.
Anthony sighed exhaustively; he knew how she looked. He wasn't a total idiot.
Or so he'd like to think.
"Oh I know," Anthony said taking a large sip from his glass.
Benedict laughed, "Is that why your miserable? Why don't you just talk to her? The way you've been staring at her for the past two days has been a little intense, no?"
