𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 difference between a sin and a clandestine longing? A yearning that pulses silently beneath the surface, sheltered away from a place where love is tightly defined and drawn by ancient hands. Can a heart so full and so p...
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A MARCH DOWN THE ISLE may very well be the longest walk any young lady ever takes. It does not simply cover the length of the church, but rather, countless floors for dancing, and meandering paths for every afternoon promenade too. It is a wonder, then, that feet do not tire, or, heaven forbid, trip under the scrutiny of all those attentive eyes keeping close watch, indeed.
There is one thing that seems to have slipped my own pen when speaking on those differences between the three best friends that are Siena, Penelope and Eloise. Firstly, perhaps I should've alluded to their sensitivity as the first thing. It is often said that opposites attract, or that when one lacks something, they look for it in others. In this trio of ours, that seems to be exactly the case. While Eloise Bridgerton does not shy away from conflict if needed to be erupted, be it with people she loves or not, Siena DeLuca would much rather bite her tongue before ever confronting someone she cares about.
Or, perhaps it is not nearly anything to do with confrontation, but rather the girl's fear of ever putting those she adores in a tough spot. At the face of insults, of lies, of exclusion— Siena always weighs down how starting an argument might make her feel and how it might make the other person feel. Often times she ends up stepping away from the option of making her voice known in spite of how the other person might take her words, and it tends to play against her— or at least that would be the case if she didn't have Eloise glued to her side every day since she was a child.
For instance, like the time when they were only fifteen and Penelope had made a comment that had stuck with Siena, swirling inside her brain the whole day and drawing an unusually deep frown onto her face. When confronted about it by the fifth Bridgerton, Siena had waved it off because she had known it was not her best friend's intention to make her feel so belittled. But it had only taken one utter of the situation for Eloise to snatch her hand and march towards the Featherington. Without ever being unkind, without ever raising her voice, she had explained it to her, and Penelope had madly apologized for her oversight.
Siena is incapable of doing such thing, because she would much rather carry the burden until it falls off. She would choose bearing the inconvenience by herself instead of adding the weight to those she cares about.
Precisely because of that, Siena has been staring at the latest Whistledown pamphlet in the grey area between distraught and dismayed. Her eyebrows are knitted in the middle of her forehead, her gloved hands gripping the paper tightly and her body slumped on the couch at the table of the foyer with her curly hair graciously falling on her small back. Her mind runs a hundred miles the minute, coming up with excuses to save her best friend from her cruel assumptions. The letters H could simply be a coincidence of their writing machines. The swirl on the T's are not unusual when signing off letters, so she finds relief justifying that. And maybe Penelope is simply more attentive when it comes to the gossip that roams.
