𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐞 ∗ 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

"Aelianna, dear! Your mother told me you were joining us today. Come! Come!" Violet told Emelia from her spot, a warm smile plastered on the Viscountess face. "Did you made this?" She gasped at the sign of the biscuits.

"Yes, I did."

"The best baker I have ever known." Benedict said from behind her, a smirk on his face. "Miss Veuilleton." He nodded, slowly approaching the girl and kissing the back of her hand.

"Lord Bridgerton." She murmured with a uncomfortable smile. After the chat she had yesterday with Benedict she felt uncomfortable around him, something that hadn't happened before. She didn't knew why she was acting that way, maybe it was because of her sudden feelings that started growing for him.

"Bridgerton's!" Lord Berbrook yelled from afar, interrupting the chat the pair was having. All heads turning to him. "I bring cheerful news, Bridgertons. I have taken matters in my own hands and sought a special license for my wedding to Miss Bridgerton."

"There is to be no wedding." Anthony told him. "I told you. The arrangement is canceled."

"Lord Berbrooke, you look in a great deal of pain. Shall we continue this in a more private location?" Violet said while trying to look like everything was fine.

"I require no further conversation. Though, perhaps I am finally speaking to the true head of the Bridgerton house. For if it were you, I imagine you would have instructed your sister to take better care than to encourage certain attentions while alone with me on the Dark Walk at Vauxhall. Of course, mere hearsay of such a scandal could wreak havoc on even the most influential of families," Lord Barbrook said. "What would someone like,
say, Lady Whistledown do with such unseemly information?"

"Is that a threat?" Aelianna scoffed before she could contain herself.

"It is certainly not." Lord Berbrook turned around to look at her with a disgust gaze and continue. "Because in three days, I am to marry. I have the diamond of the season. I have the very best the ton has to offer. I have a Bridgerton. And I shall save her, as well as your entire family, from the ruin which you could not protect them." Harshly shoving the license on Anthony's chest. "I look forward to the union of our great families." And with that he felt leaving some shocked Bridgerton's, a sad Daphne and angry Aelianna.

"We must go." Violet whispered, picking up her things and instructing her younger kids to enter the carriages. "My dear, I'm sorry for this." She told Elia. "We would make it up, maybe a dinner?"

"Do not worry at all Lady Bridgerton." Elia smiled, "I should get going too." She told her. After saying her goodbyes she started to walked home but being stopped by a hand that held her arm.

"Are you alright?" Benedict asked her in a soft voice. "I'll will visit you later okay? To see if you are alright."

"I'm fine, Benedict." She responded, and she was actually fine. "I shouldn't have commented something, I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey that's okay." He told her, while caressing her arm with his thumb.

"Benedict! Lets go!" Anthony shouted from the carriage.

"I'll see you tonight, my lady." With a fast kiss on her hand he turned around and left Elia standing there. A small smile adorning her lips.

∗

"Eloise Bridgerton!"

"Go on, then." She groan to her older brother from the swing she was sat, a cigarette in hand. "Chastise me."

"Spare one for me?" Benedict asked her, placing his self carefully on the swing next to her's. Opening the little box with Cigarettes, taking one for him and lightning it.

"Weren't you at the Veuilleton household?" Eloise asked his brother.

"I just came from there, Lovely evening if you asked me." He chuckled, remembering all the chatting and laughing.

"Suppose I desire something different." Eloise started.

"How do you mean?" Benedict asked her confused.

"Just different. I watch Daphne prepare for these balls with all of those dresses and the many suitors, and I am exhausted. Suppose I want a different life, Benedict. That I truly believe I am quite capable of something more, even when I am not allowed to have anything else."

"Then I would say that you're not the only one." He commented.

"What are you talking about? What about Elaine's sister. Aelianna is it?" Eloise asked confused. "Elaine told me you were spending most of your days next to her sister in the drawing room of her home."

"Well, it's complicated."

"How so?" Eloise asked a frown on her eyebrows.

"When I am with her my world seems to turn up side down, I feel all this emotions that I didn't used to feel when I am with anyone else. I feel I can be my true self when I am with her, she brings me all sorts types of emotions. I love when her hair is down and a small lock of hair falls on her forehead and the way her freckles are spread around her delicate face or the way she gets excited about cooking recipes. She makes me feel safe."

"You are falling in love, brother." Eloise told him with a small smile.

"I am?"

"Yes, you are. But why did you say it was complicated?"

"Because I don't know if I'm good enough for her, have you seen all the suitors she has? But the point is I don't know if I'm ready to let her see me as I really am." He sighed and took a long inhale from his almost finished cigarette. "She became very special to me in such a short time that I'm afraid it would scared her."

"It's okay to be scared, I suppose. I would be scared too if I would have to court someone." Eloise commented. "Why don't you let your wall down for her to see what I see."

"What do you see?"

"I see You." She smiled, slowly standing up for her to enter the house.