his sapphire • anthony bridgerton

ten • splendid?

Finding Sloan in the dining room, she quickly aided her in picking up a dropped clip, "please, sister. You must not in your condition." The smallest of bumps shown through Sloan's dress , Oliver asking her not to wear corsets around the house while she was pregnant, which she easily agreed to.

"My gosh, Nola. You're starting to sound like my husband!" Sloan groaned, grabbing the clips from her sisters grasp.

"A very smart man, indeed." Ginevra stated, unexpectedly entering the room. "Sloan, may I have a moment alone with your sister?" Sloan nodded, quickly exiting the room. "How could you not tell me about this?"

Nola's eyes narrowed in confusion, "what do you mean, Mama?"

"Your relationship with the Viscount? I must say, my child, I was not expecting the news announced at dinner two nights ago, and while I am... understanding of the match, I am worried, my sweet." Ginevra sighed, beginning to pace the floor. "Are you being forced into this by Simon?"

"Forced? Mama, no!" Nola shrieked, stopping her mother's walking; it had begun to panic her. "Mama, I do not know what it is I feel for Anthony, but I know it is a stronger connection than anyone else I know." Ginevra nodded.

"I know it comes to no shock, my dear. I know you girls had recognized that what your father and I had... was not love. I was forced into a marriage from my brother. I will never forget the fear I felt..." a tear slipped down her cheek, "I never would have wanted you, or Sloan to feel that way."

"Mama, no. I am very pleased to marry Lord Bridgerton. We can laugh together, converse easily... Mama, I feel as if he has been a... lifelong friend." Nola smiled, "I want to spend my life in his presence. Yes, Simon did force him to court me, but I know he feels the same."

Ginevra slowly nodded, "he was forced to propose?" She mumbled, elongating the question.

"Yes, mama?"

"Then how can you be so sure that he truly loves you? That he's truly faithful to you?"

"Mama, it almost sounds like you don't want this engagement to happen?"

"I do not."

Nola's eyes widened, surprised at her mother's sudden claim. "And why not?" Violet Bridgerton entered the room, hearing the commotion down the hall, after shunning Anthony back into the office, when he too planned to intervene. "Mother, even if what I have for Anthony right now is not love, I know it will come in time!" She argued, stepping away from her mother.

"There are many things you don't know about him, Nola. Many things!"

"Like what, mother?" Nola responded, sarcastically.

"Nola, what is going on? Are you alright?" Violet asked, rushing to the side of her future daughter in law.

In the hall, Anthony could no longer hold himself back. He had heard the shouts of his fiancé, he needed to aid her.

"Nola, he is using you to cover up a scandal. Is that what you want to be married to? It would be a life of infidelity, I promise you." Ginevra sighed, trying to walk up to her child,

"Now, Miss Addington. I do not know where you hear of this. My son is in no way," Violet was quickly cut off.

"Do not even try to lie for him, Violet. A mother does her digging, especially when the rest of her daughters life is in jeopardy. I will not let her suffer the way I did!" Ginevra walked up to Nola and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to pay attention. Anthony barged into the room, setting his eyes on the situation unfolding, and Violet quickly went to him, attempting to get him to back out.

"Let go, mother." He spat, hearing the words Ginevra had muttered before- he could not lose her.

"Anthony has a mistress." Nola's face dropped, but despite her daughters instant reaction, she continued, "I saw him leave, and go to her the night we first arrived, and I can only assume that's where I saw him head to last night after tea with his mother. I knew what Simon had planned for you, and it is going to lead to your destruction, my darling girl. Anthony is a rake!" A few tears had strolled down the young girls face, refusing to meet her mother's gaze.

"You are lying..." she secretly pleaded, "Anthony... would surely not. He wouldn't do that to me." She tried to pull away, but her mother's grip only tightened.

"Do not be a fool, Nolani," Nola's eyes widened in shock, her mother never used her full name, "you think this man would love you? You're nineteen years old, just off your lead, and not yet mature. He is after your appearance, my love..."

Anthony, broke out of Violets grip, yanking Nola out of her mother's grasp. "I will not let you fill her head with nonsense!" He spat, "I am in love with your daughter, whether you believe it or not. All of these allegations... merely painful to hear. You will not slander my name, especially against my fiancé!" He continued, pulling Nola behind him, who still was processing all that was said, till he felt her pull away.

"Anthony..." she whimpered. "Is she telling the truth?" She gazed directly into his eyes. "Do you have... a mistress?" She knew it was common for such occurrences, but for him to have left last night to see this woman? Anthony stuttered out a strand of nonsense, giving her his answer indirectly. The girl nearly choked back on her own tears, before fleeing the room, hearing Anthony's booming shouts for her to stop, and his footsteps chasing her to Daphne's room- who quickly embraced the girl as soon as her entrance was noted, not allowing Anthony inside.

"Daph... Daphne, please! Let me in!" The eldest Bridgerton shouted, pounding on the door. Nola's anxiety soon got the best of her, as she began dry heaving as she paced the floor.

How was Anthony ever to recover from this?