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❝BENDICT STOP CHEWING SO INCEESSANTLY IN MY EAR.❞ Delphia complained as they lay on the grass in the park, she was tired and irritated from the night before. After seeing the Duke of Cambridge's arrival at the ball, she was hoping to dance with him next but the second she had parted ways with the Viscount she'd danced with, Alex was gone.
Delphia however had saved him a dance for the whole night, waiting for him to come out of the shadows and surprise her but he never did and to say she was much disappointed. Benedict was on the other end of her short fuse and was nearly doing anything he could to annoy his little sister. His attempts on getting his sister to laugh or even joke with him were getting nowhere and instead just worsening the girl's sour mood more.
"Shall we take a turn about the lake dear sister, save you from Benedict's lack of manners." Anthony stood before the two, he smiled softly at his younger sister. He had failed to protect Daphne and in return lost the trust of his sister too, he'd hoped to not do the same with Delphia.
"Anything to get away from this imbecile." Delphia took her brother's outstretched hand and childishly turned back to Benedict and stuck her tongue out at him. Benedict faked offence but he was more than happy to see the gesture from his sister.
Anthony and Delphia did not get more than a few steps away from their family before a smug Lord Berbrooke stalked towards them.
"Bridgerton! I bring cheerful news, Bridgertons. I have taken matters in my own hands and sought a special license for my wedding to Miss Bridgerton." Delphia gasped, she thought Berbrooke had backed away from her sister. It seems the entire family had thought this until this moment, "There is to be no wedding."
"I told you. The arrangement is canceled." Anthony was still holding Delphia's hand as he spoke but he moved his younger sister to stand behind him. "Lord Berbrooke, you look in a great deal of pain. Shall we continue this in a more private location?"
"I require no further conversation." Lord Berbrooke turned to address Violet Bridgerton, completely ignoring the glaring eyes of both Anthony and the Duke.
"Though, perhaps I am finally speaking to the true head of the Bridgerton house. For if it were you, I imagine you would have instructed your sister to take better care than to encourage certain attentions while alone with me on the Dark Walk at Vauxhall." His words were horrible and Delphia wanted nothing more than to add a few more bruises to his already horrid and bruised face, he was lying on her sister's name, her families name. "Of course, mere hearsay of such a scandal could wreak havoc on even the most influential of families. What would someone like, say, Lady Whistledown do with such unseemly information?"
"Is that a threat?" The only thing that seemed to be keeping Anthony back from the man in front of him was the tight grip Delphia had on his hand, he could feel the fear through her body, her own hand shook in his own. His reputation did not matter to him, he would certainly cause a scene in this very moment but not while he felt the terror his little sister was feeling at this very moment. The horror of Daphne's face did not help the situation Anthony was battling in his own mind, he was supposed to protect them.
