My Life As A Bridgerton

Part The Second

I DO NOT OWN BRIDGERTON

Bridgerton House. London, England. March 19, 1813.

I opened my eyes the next morning to see the sun brightly shining into my eyes. I quickly closed them and rolled over. My college issued twin bed wasn't very big at all and I had gotten so used to rolling out of it that I'd had to resort to putting pillows on the floor next to the bed to break my fall or else I'd probably break a bone. However, I didn't fall out and when I opened my eyes again, I was stunned to see that I was in a very comfortable and bigger bed which was in a very regal looking bedroom that wouldn't be out of place in a show like Downton Abbey or something.

I got out of the bed to find myself in a pair of long Johns's as opposed to the clothes I had been wearing the night before. I slowly walked towards the mirror on the wall and what I saw shocked the Hell out of me. The reflection in the mirror was that of Luke Newton: the dude who played Colin Bridgerton. To see him in the same room as I was as definitely weird; but it got weirder.

"What the Hell is this shit?" I asked out loud, but the voice that came out wasn't my voice. It was the posh sounding voice of Colin Bridgerton. I had no idea how it had happened, but somehow...I was possessing the body of Colin Bridgerton; or was it Luke Newton. If I'm being totally honest, I'm still not a hundred percent sure if there's a difference. As I was examining myself, or Colin, in the mirror, I heard 3 sharp knocks on the bedroom door.

"Please don't come in...I'm, not decent." I said, trying to sound as proper as possible while looking for some clothes.

"Beg your pardon, Mister Colin, but her lady ship has requested your presence at the breakfast table." A voice said from the either side. I assumed that he must be talking about Violet Bridgerton; since she was the dowager viscountess.

"Right, please tell her that I'll be down!" I called back as I paced about the room; looking for any kind of clothes that I could find. I found the wardrobe and it was filled with regency style clothes. I quickly found a shirt, a double breasted vest and some trousers that seemed like something Colin would wear. As for footwear, Colin had a pair of fine looking boots at the foot of his bed that I quickly slipped into.

Once I was dressed like a proper English gentleman, I slowly made my way downstairs. Thankfully, Bridgerton house wasn't near as big as their ancestral home at Aubrey Hall; so I was able to make my way to the dining room without too much trouble. As I made my way in, I was greeted by the sight of the whole Bridgerton family, (minus Edmund, due to the whole being dead thing), sitting down to what appeared to be an old fashioned breakfast of sorts.

Everyone at the table was familiar to me by this point from having watched both seasons over and over again against my will.

Daphne: looking all prim and proper.

Anthony: all silent and serious.

Benedict: looking lost in thought.

Eloise: her nose stuck in a book.

Francesca: to be honest, I didn't know a whole lot about Francesca because they didn't show much of her. Hell, Gregory and Hyacinth got more screen time then her!

Speaking of which, the little Bridgertons were up to their usual childish quarrels. Instead of throwing peas, they threw blue berries this time around.

Finally, there was lady Violet: The matriarch of the family, the dowager viscountess. Of all the Bridgertons, she had always been the one that I could stand the best. Violet was always so warm and motherly; she reminded me a lot of my own mother.

"Good morning family." I said as I decided to make my presence known.

"Good morning dearest." Violet said with a smile on her face which warmed my heart a little bit; not going to lie.

"Morning brother, I trust your night was restful." Benedict said as I went to see what was on the menu. There was a type of cake called pound cake, which Melanie had baked for me once; accompanied by warm rolls, cranberry muffins, and English tea. I took a slice of cake, a muffin, and a cup of tea. I wasn't really one for rolls; unless they were of the Swiss variety.

"Indeed, what is on the agenda for today?" I asked as I sat down next to Anthony and began to eat.

"We must make the final preparations for Daphne's presentation to the Queen tomorrow; surely you haven't forgotten?" Anthony asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course not bother, I merely assumed that since the day is almost upon us, that everything had been seen to." I replied, realizing that it was one day before the series premier.

"For such an occasion, one never can be too prepared." Daphne softly rebuked me, earning an eye roll from Eloise.

"So we all get to watch out dear sister be paraded like a merchant's wares?" Eloise asked sarcastically as it seemed like she was poised to begin another of her regency era sucks ass lectures.

"Eloise...my success or failure upon the marriage mart could Influence not just your prospects, but Francesca's and Hyacinth's as well." Daphne chided, looking at her sisters. As Daphne and Eloise got into a row about the whole idea of the social season, i tried to eat my breakfast as quietly as I could. At that time, I still assumed that this was all some kind of dream and that I would wake up eventually; I don't think that anymore.

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