Lady Florence Huntingdon, daughter of the well-known and more importantly, well-respected Earl and Countess Huntingdon is stepping into the 1813 marriage market, in the hopes of finding her match.
Frederick, Duke of Windsor, has just arrived in Lon...
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Lady Whistledown's SOCIETY PAPERS
A jilted groom.
A broken-hearted bride-to-be.
A royal wedding in shambles.
Sensational?
Quite.
But true?
This author may traffic in chatter and speculation, dear reader, but misinformation? Never.
Explanations of why Miss Edwina absconded from the altar may be greater in number than anyone could possibly fathom. But we must not forget, it was Her Majesty the Queen who placed the young miss on that special stage so that she could make her grand exit.
Allow this author to hope... for Her Majesty's sake, as well as both the Sharma's and Bridgerton's, that an official explanation emerges swiftly, lest the Ton are run away by their tawdry imaginings.
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"Lady Danbury... Lady Sharma, Miss Sharma, Miss Edwina Sharma," I greet, offering them a small smile, "lovely to see you all out today. Rather good luck for us all that it is sunny out, isn't it?"
"Yes, lovely indeed," Lady Danbury muses, "would you and His Grace like to join us for a promenade, today?"
I look over at Frederick, who freezes for a moment before sighing and looking down at me, lowering his voice considerably. "I don't know if that is the wisest course... with the scandal that has erupted- wait! Florence! Don't leave me- darling?"
I chuckle and loop my arm with Lady Mary's and start to stroll away from Frederick.
"He shall catch up with time," I giggle, sharing a grin with Lady Danbury.
Lady Danbury chuckles as she strolls down the pathway, "Now, where was I before? Ah, yes, now that is all we are to say on the subject."
"Good day, Lord Fife," I greeted, smiling at the man.
"A rather good day indeed, Your Grace," Lord Fife says pleasantly, looking over at me and offering me a warm smile. It quickly fades, however, at the sight of Lady Mary and her daughters. "For some of us."
