The whole town knew who much Emmaline Davison and Anthony Bridgerton despised each other to the point they couldn't be seen in the same room as one another. They DID despise one another but they couldn't hold grudges for the rest of their lives now...
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One may say modesty is a virtue, yet this author is hardly a virtuous woman. It is therefore my great pleasure to announce the news others questioned, but I never doubted. It will be the grandest wedding of the year. The diamond of the season has made her match, officially betrothed to the Duke of Hastings. Has something happened? The bride, undoubtedly, is giddy with anticipation over the impending nuptials... Of course, there are only two reasons to procure a special license and race to the altar: true love,or concealing a scandal.
Lady Whistledown
1813
The morning sun began to cast its gentle glow across the city of Mayfair. It was the next day and Emmaline had spent the restless hours staring at the ceiling, haunted by last night's events. Sleep had eluded her, replaced by a gnawing anxiety that clung to her like a relentless shadow. The haunting image of Anthony Bridgerton and Simon Hastings facing each other at dawn refused to release its grip on her consciousness as her mind kept imagining.
Mary, the housemaid, entered her room with a tray of breakfast. The sight of Emmaline, still wide awake and lost in thought, surprised Mary. Her eyes reflected concern as she set the tray down on a nearby table.
"My lady, have you been up all night?" Mary remarked softly, her hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who cared deeply for the well-being of her charge.
She managed a weak smile, shaking her head. "No, of course not Mary...." She lied, not wanting to worry her.
Mary sighed, sympathy etched on her face. "I'll prepare a calming tea for you after breakfast. Maybe that'll help ease your worries, my sweets."
Grateful for Mary's understanding, Emmaline nodded. "Thank you, Mary." She whispered gently.
After a modest breakfast, Emmaline was dressed with Mary's assistance, her mind still grappling with the events of the previous night. Her mother Eleanor walked into her bedroom, letting her know that Violet Bridgerton had invited them and her sisters for tea this morning. The impending visit to the Bridgertons added an additional layer of complexity to her emotions.
