LIMERANCE,, benedict bridgerton

viii | jealousy, jealousy

Alexandria walked into the hall of the Bridgerton manor with her parents and Emmy tailing behind her. "Do not make such a dramatic exit this time" Rosalie whispered into her ear. "Yes, I will just learn to keep my hands to myself this time so that the men can do whatever they want." Alexandria said sarcastically with an eye roll and shoved past her mother.

She found her way to the table with the champagne and secured herself a safe spot at the wall, nursing her champagne and sulking in the corner partially due to the fact she couldn't spot Benedict, Colin, Eloise or Penelope anywhere and largely due to the fact she was scared incase a repeat of last time happens again.

Still nursing her champagne, she spots Colin and Penelope making their way towards her. "Oh thank goodness you're here!" Alexandria said now placing her empty glass down besides her. "I was looking for you everywhere." She lied. "Really?" Penelope arched a disbelieving eyebrow. "Well...I was looking for you both with my eyes in this spot." Alexandria confessed.

"Miss Avalon." A man known as Mr Dexter walked up to Alexandria. "Mr Dexter, to what do I owe you this pleasure?" Alexandria said putting on her most polite voice. "Would you like to dance with me?" He asked. "I am sorry, my dance card is already full for tonight." Alexandria lied letting him down softly. "Maybe some other time?" He said hopefully and she nodded.

"Oh Lex... that was cold." Colin laughed. "You are a savage, Alexandria Avalon." Penelope laughed and Alexandria simply just shrugged. "There is no one on your dance card!" Penelope said in disbelief grabbing the dance card that was dangling from Alexandria's wrist which was blank.

"I know! Shush." Alexandria said shushing Penelope. "Why did you turn him down?" Colin asked. "I mean he was quite a handsome man." Penelope added on.

"I just don't feel like dancing." Alexandria said. "Or being in any man's company or embrace tonight." She added on sadly, thinking back to what happened with Mr Wilson. "Oh Lex..." Penelope said sadly, hugging Alexandria as she remembered back to what Alexandria told her about Mr Wilson.

"It's quite alright I am grand." Alexandria lied. Penelope and Colin cocked their heads to the side not believing her.

"Where is your brother anyway?" Alexandria asked Colin changing the subject. "Which one?" Colin said. "Who else would I be talking about? Benedict." Alexandria stated matter of factly.

"Oh! He is off dancing with some woman. I believe her name is Molly Huntington." Colin said. Alexandria's face dropped, Molly had always had a crush on Benedict and made it her lives goal to get with him, partly because she liked to wind Alexandria up.

Alexandria watched bitterly from the sidelines as Benedict and Molly danced, occasionally they would laugh at something the other has said. "Are you alright?" Penelope asked looking at Alexandria's face which was red with fury and her eyes which were narrowed into slits. "Quite." Alexandria answered simply and Penelope knew better than to push her especially when it came to the topic of Benedict and Molly.

"Anddd.. the green eyed monster is out." Colin quipped loud enough for Alexandria and Penelope to hear. "You are so annoying." Alexandria grumbled. "You would think you are in love with my brother with the way you are staring at him and Molly." Colin teased and Alexandria cut him a fierce glare. "Quit it!"

"You know, I quite fancy that dance with Mr Dexter now." Alexandria announced and strode off in Mr Dexters direction. "Mr Dexter!" Alexandria said. "Oh Miss Avalon!" Mr Dexter said surprised. "A spot on my dance card has just cleared. Does that offer for that dance still stand?" Alexandria asked. "Absolutely." Mr Dexter smiled and took her hand and they made their way over to the dance floor.

"This will end in tears." Penelope said to Colin. "That's expected with those two." Colin chuckled.

Benedict spotted Alexandria make her way onto the dance floor with Mr Dexter, who was notorious for being a rake. Benedict's formerly happy mood had just soured.