𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔; benedict bridgerton

𝟏𝟑.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

THE HUMBLE AND CERTAINLY COLOURFUL Fernsby house showed exactly what the members of the household were like, owners of a heart of gold and an unparalleled gentleness.

While Pandora Fernsby struggled to keep the little girl—who wiggled her feet non-stop—seated at the table, Jonathan Fargon made pancakes for breakfast in the American style.

The truth was that, however chaotic the lives of those three might seem at first, if you looked closely you could see that they were a family who loved each other and were always together.

"Oh Jonathan, Victoria's not one to cry, but I can't get her to eat the broccoli porridge I've made," complained the young woman, while her daughter stared in disgust at the slimy, green porridge on her plate.

"That's because she prefers her father's pancakes," explained the man, drawing laughter from his daughter as he put a plate of pancakes down on the table.

Pandora put on a fake jealous expression.

"So you mean I'm not a good cook?"

Jonathan kissed his impatient wife on the cheek.

"It may be healthy and all, but it's not so nice looking, is it?" He replied, trying to convince the younger girl that perhaps she wasn't so good with baby food or healthy food.

The young woman wiped the sweat from her face with the back of her hand.

"Well, I'm tired and I'd rather enjoy these pancakes like you," she replied, who always tended to be dramatic.

The young man laughed at his wife's witticisms and sat down to supper.

"Blueberries for Victoria, butter and sugar for me," he said, passing the ingredients and honey to Pandora!

Victoria laughed at her father's joke, as she almost always did.

"These pancakes are delicious, but you can't leave work for later!" Pandora exclaimed, pulling her husband's ear.

"But I'd rather stay here," he joked.

"Come on, John, you've got paintings to do and later we're going to visit Glinda," she replied, making her husband swallow his food quickly and get to work.

Victoria watched everything carefully, a little upset that her father had left

"Why did he have to go, mother?" Asked Victoria while her mother collected the crockery.

"Darling, your father has gone to paint beautiful pictures to sell! He's just over there in the studio. You can see him if you like, but how about finding a nice dress to visit Aunt Glinda and Jill in," her mother suggested, caressing her daughter's face.

"I think it's a perfect idea, mother," Victoria replied and skipped off towards her room.

Despite being an only child, Victoria had no privileges and couldn't even do what she wanted. She was very much loved by her parents and the feeling was reciprocated, but it had never even crossed her childish mind that she might throw a tantrum.

Victoria's favourite place in the whole world was her home. It was an eccentric place, hand-picked by her parents after their wedding, which seemed to have been created by nature itself, since trees and flowers grew freely near and even inside the house.

It could be dangerous at times, but if it was constantly maintained, everyone would be safe and well with the birds, insects and plants that lived there.