❛ some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go ❜
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THE MOON SHONE BRIGHTLY AGAINST THE BLACKED SKY, CASTING AN ETHEREAL LIGHT OVER GARDENS THAT BACKED UPON THE MANOR HOME. Those who have never ventured further into the gardens that surround Grosvenor Square, would not know about a tree that has branches that were perfectly positioned to conceal one amongst the leaves. Only a select few were aware of the existence of the tree, not even all the Bridgerton siblings.
It was a private and tranquil sanctuary that the Bridgeton twins had discovered when they were five years old, which they had dubbed as their own. The only other person who had ever found them hiding in their spot had been their father. Since their father passed away a decade ago, the place had formerly been filled with memories that were once joyful but have now turned bitter.
Calliope didn't know why she had chosen to come back to their spot, she thought that it may been a combination of restlessness and the inability to sleep that seemed to draw her back there.
As she looked around, her eyes were immediately drawn to a small flowerbed at the base of the tree, which happened to contain all the flowers that had been her father's favourite. Five years after her father died she had created this flowerbed to have a place aside from Aubrey Hall that was filled with her father's favourite things.
Calliope leaned her back against the sturdy tree trunk, a surge of memories from more than a decade ago overwhelmed her mind, memories she had desperately tried to suppress, and along with them the pain from the past gradually resurfaced.
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. With the intention of providing their young children with a serene and vibrant upbringing, the Bridgerton family would often escape from the thriving city of London and choose to raise their children in the peaceful countryside at their family estate.
The flowers were beginning to start their blossoming journey, making the expansive grounds of Aubrey Hall a collage of beauty and vibrancy. Calliope was always the child who could never be confined inside the manor, not even for her lessons, so it wasn't a surprise for her father to find her hanging from a tree.
"Papa look I am hanging upside down." Calliope beamed, as she let her hands hang towards the ground, gently brushing her fingertips over the blades of grass and blooming flowers.
"That you are my dearest girl." Edmund replied with a bright smile on his lips as he sat down on the soft grass to be at eye level with his eldest daughter. "How does our world look from that angle?"
