Grosvenor Square, 1813
Dearest reader,
the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season.
Consider the household of the Baron Featherington. Three misses foisted upon the marriage market like sorrowful sows by their tasteless, tactl...
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YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL chase the feeling | chapter twenty
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“i had to see you”
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CLARISSA'S CHEST HEAVED AS SHE RAN through the night, heels slipping into the mud one time too many as she came to the edge of the hedge. She paused for half a second, ripping them both off, not caring that she was now running barefoot through the wet grass, mind only focused on her destination. The Bridgerton home grew in size as she sprinted through the grounds, the glowing yellow lamps from inside ignited the gardens in light, a beacon in the darkness for Clarissa to reach. She knew where she was going and not even the stitch in her side was going to stop her right now.
Her heels clattered together as she ran, absolutely no care for the hem of her dress that was being drenched in mud and dew. Her eyes scanned for a moment, never having entered the Bridgerton estate from this angle before, then they fell right to the swingset she knew so well. She stopped. Her breath burned in her chest and throat, mist slipping from between her lips as she gasped for air. She watched the two silhouettes being outlined in the home’s light, a stream of smoke coming from one of them which she supposed was at the fault of a cigarette.
One of the silhouettes – the taller one – got up from their swing and seemed to bid the other goodnight, taking the cigarette with them. The smaller silhouette stayed put on the swing, gently rocking back and forth, their heels kicking out at the air beneath them. Clarissa stared for a few more moments, waiting. She waited with anxiety and the guilt still gushing through her blood, the choice to run all the way out here to see the girl was entirely spontaneous and possibly one of the more stupid things she had ever done.
