there's nothing the ton would love other than a scandal! be it a lingering touch or worse, a kiss! this author feels the need to remind the reader to think before one acts, for one wrong move and your reputation plummets to the ground. desires are h...
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Lady Whistledown Society Papers
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Grosvenor Square, 1814.
Dearest readers, it is with great pleasure that this author reports on the most anticipated event of the season: the wedding of Miss Aaliyah Marie Williams to Mr. Benedict Bridgerton. In true Bridgerton fashion, the ceremony and subsequent celebrations were nothing short of spectacular, setting the ton abuzz with admiration and envy.
As if the ceremony itself were not enough to set tongues wagging, Her Majesty the Queen graced the wedding breakfast with her presence. Her Majesty offered her personal congratulations to the newlyweds, a gesture that solidified the union as one of significant societal importance.
One cannot help but wonder what the future holds for this beloved couple. This author predicts a lifetime of happiness, marked by the same warmth and sincerity that characterized their wedding day.
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Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton arrived at their estate, greeted by the staff waiting at the grand front steps of Rosewood Manor. As the carriage door swung open, Benedict gracefully stepped down, extending his hand to assist Aaliyah.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton. Welcome to Rosewood Manor," the head maid greeted them warmly, her tone respectful and eager. The estate sprawled before them, adorned with a sprawling garden and a centerpiece fountain that exuded elegance and tranquility.
"Shall we take you on a tour?" the head maid offered, and the couple nodded in agreement, their fingers intertwined as they followed her inside.
Throughout the manor, they explored every corner, from the opulent bedrooms to the grand dining room. Aaliyah's curiosity bubbled over as they ascended and descended staircases, each turn revealing another piece of their new home's history and grandeur.
"And how many bedrooms are there?" Aaliyah inquired, marveling at the sheer size of the estate.
"Thirty, including the servants' quarters," the head maid answered, her voice filled with pride for the household she oversaw.
"Thank you, that will be all," Aaliyah replied graciously, smiling warmly at the head maid as she departed to coordinate the unpacking of their belongings from the carriage.
Benedict pulled Aaliyah close, his arm wrapped around her waist as they stood in the foyer, soaking in the reality of their new life together. "I still can't quite believe this is our home," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over the intricate details of the manor's architecture.
