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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C H A P T E R F I V E REKINDLE FRIENDSHIPS ┈ˋˏ༻❁༺ˎˊ┈
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In a town filled with ambitious mamas and fortune-hunting gentlemen, marrying above one's station is an art form, indeed. But Miss Daphne Bridgerton's advance from future duchess to possible princess is an achievement that even this jaded author must applaud. Though this author cannot dismiss the Duke of Hastings quite so soon. He may have let the diamond slip through his fingers for now, but I shall wager he is not a man to ever hide from a fight.
LadyWhistledown
1813
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The grandeur of the Bridgerton Estate was never more evident than on this cool, crisp evening. Emmaline Davison found herself standing before the ornate mirror in one of Daphne bedrooms, a reflection of elegance in a delicate lavender nightgown. Daphne, who had kindly invited her to spend the night, stood beside her, her gaze fixed on her own reflection. She watched as Daphne meticulously brushed her chestnut curls, her fingers deftly weaving through the strands. She couldn't help but smile at her friend's beauty and grace. Daphne was a vision at the ball earlier that evening.
The ball had been a dazzling affair, and it was the talk of the ton. Daphne was a vision of grace and allure, in a stunning white and silver sequin gown that shimmered with each step she took. Her golden curls tumbled over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, she truly had outshone everyone. The men, young and old, had been transfixed by her beauty, none more so than Prince Friedrich, a dashing suitor who had set his sights on Daphne, it was all anyone could talk about.
