Princess Marie, a renowned troublemaker of Paris has entered the Ton. Marriage, children and any prospect of love have always been a 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 thought. This Author can sense a love story brewing from the moment she steps off that boat.
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"Pour l'amour de Dieu, if you must. Just don't make it too fancy," Marie gave in, settling in the bath more comfortably. Once her hair was finished, Marie got out of the bath, towel-dried herself and looked down at the selection of colorful dresses that Queen Charlotte had chosen for her.
"Would it be so hard for women to wear trousers? It would certainly be easier," Marie shook her head and chuckled at Bea's shocked face. "Never heard of such a suggestion? The French are more up to date with a new form of equality," She enquired and Bea shook her head, her eyes lowering to the floor. Marie let loose a laugh, "It happens a lot of France, more defiant women there. Like myself." And she chose a dress.
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► Marie's hair
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► Marie's dress
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Marie entered the ball, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed the music. Her mother had forced her to learn how to play the violin, since Marie was so adamant on not playing the pianoforte, and so Marie had a real appreciation for the violin players. She came with no chaperone, scandolously delightful in her opinion, and so Marie walked around, introducing herself to everyone and speaking French to all the eager young children who found it most interesting.
"Your Royal Highness," Marie's redhead neighbour approached her, smiling gracefully. "I do like your dress. It is very... flamboyant" Marie's posh French accent accentuated her compliment, lying through her teeth as she stared at the bright green material. "Why thank you, I believe we never formally introduced ourselves in our conversation earlier," She curtsied passive aggresively, and Marie had to resist not to roll her eyes.
"I am Lady Featherington and these are my daughters: Phillipa, Prudence and Penelope," She gestured to the shorter, plump girls in front of her who had equally-awful dresses. Penelope, although, had a beautiful face with high potential. "Lovely to make your acquaintance Your Majesty," Penelope - the one in the yellow dress bowed slightly. "Lovely to meet you Miss Penelope, although I do believe that title is reserved for Her Majesty, my Godmother," Marie chuckled, curtseyed again and took her leave.
Marie hummed along to the song the orchestra were playing as she made her way around the room, shaking hands with people she had met at her parent's balls. Although recently, she had been banned from them after knocking over a tower of crystal champagne glasses.
"Daphne, it would be against my duty to not retrieve you the perfect husband," A harsh spoke with annoyance laid in his voice. "Well, how would you know if you send away every man who comes near me," Daphne, the new Diamond, complained to her brother. She had a gorgeously beaded dress on, matching the beauty of Marie's. Her hair was slicked back apart from the small curtain bangs which curled around her forehead.
Marie rolled her bright eyes as she overheard the conversation, one she had argued with her mother about many a time before. Anthony, the older brother, sounded alike to the whole of French, actually. Marie grabbed a wine glass, quickly tipping her head back, downing the peachy liquid and shaking her head as she deviously smirked. She huffed, preparing herself for her new plan. It wouldn't be a Marie entrance if she didn't add some flare.
"Look, Lord Bythesea is coming over," Daphne smiled attractively, looking over at the handsome man approaching them. His bright smile almost matched the way his blonde hair gleamed under the chandelier light. "No, he has a past of gambling," Anthony told her adamantly, holding onto Daphne's arm.
"Once, and he won the bet, do you not remember?" Daphne's smile dissolved. Marie lifted her lips, walking over to the pair. She prepared herself, looking back to the crowd as she approached them.
She smirked as she felt herself walk straight into Anthony's side, accidently falling into him and tripping on her dress. The small rip of the bottom of her dress did not attract her attention, instead she focused on Anthony. She felt him let go of Daphne as he caught Marie gracefully. People gasped as they watched the events unfold.
Marie took the opportunity of Anthony's vulnerablestate to push Daphne into the arms of Lord Bythesea. "My Lady, are you harmed?" He questioned as Marie gasped dramatically. Her wine glass dropped, smashing into small shards on the floor and liquid pooled near their feet. Eyes turned to them. "No, I'm so sorry my Lord. I wasn't looking where I was headed," She bowed her eyes to the floor gently, smiling as she looked at Daphne who was being whisked away by a man on the dancefloor.
"Do not worry about it," Anthony smiled, his eyes crinkling with the reminiscence of a laughter-filled childhood. "And you are, my Lady?" Anthony queried as he helped Marie up to her feet. Daphne turned back when dancing, Anthony not even noticing that she was gone, giggling when Marie winked at her. "A Princess to you."
This Author is not surprised to see that Princess Marie Howard has made a grand gesture at the Diamond ball when she fell straight into the arms of Anthony Bridgerton, a gap being left for our Diamond to be off into the arms of excited suitors. I surely cannot see how these two events are related.
