C H A P T E R F I V E
REKINDLE FRIENDSHIPS
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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.

Lady Whistledown

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.

"You looked positively radiant tonight, Daph," Emmaline remarked, admiring her friend's reflection.

Daphne offered a wistful smile. "Thank you, Emma. But it was an overwhelming evening, to say the least."

"Speaking of overwhelming," she said gently, "how was your encounter with Prince Friedrich?"

Daphne sighed, her fingers still in her hair. "Oh, Emma, it was as if the entire room disappeared when he approached me. Prince Friedrich asked me for the first dance, and I couldn't refuse."

"Well it was clear that every eligible bachelor in the room had their eyes fixed on you." She chuckles.

Daphne's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Perhaps, but that's not the most shocking part. The Queen herself looked on with satisfaction."

As they continued their preparations for bed, Daphne began to speak more openly about her encounter with Prince Friedrich. She described the Prince's charming smile and the way he had made her feel like the most cherished lady in the room. Emmaline listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and understanding.

"And Simon?" She said softly as her curiosity was piqued.

But as the conversation shifted towards Simon, Daphne's demeanor shifted, her words faltering. "And what of Simon?"

"Well if it seems you two were serious with one another and might I remind you were courting?" She explained. She knew the depth of Daphne's feelings for Simon.

"It's complicated Emma," she murmured, her fingers trembling as she fastened her nightgown.

Emmaline noticed the change and sensed that there was more to the story. She gently pressed, "Daphne, what happened between you and Simon? You both seemed so close."

"Simon and I... we're not compatible. Our differences are too vast, and it's best this way."

Emmaline couldn't quite believe Daphne's words. She knew her friend better than anyone, and she had witnessed the undeniable connection between Daphne and Simon, the way their eyes met across a room, the unspoken understanding between them. "Daphne, that can't be true. I've seen the way you two look at each other. It's more than compatibility; it's love."

Daphne hesitated, her gaze returning to the mirror, and her eyes welled with tears. "Emma you wouldn't understand. Besides, I can't... I can't explain. It's complicated, but you just have to trust me."

Emmaline couldn't let it go. She knew there was more to the story, and she wanted to be there for her friend. "Daphne, then help me understand. You can tell me anything, I'm not going anywhere." She placed her hand gently onto Daphne's shoulder.

Daphne turned to her, her facade crumbling, and she whispered, "Emma, it was all a ruse. Simon and I, we pretended to be involved with one another in order to deceive the ton and Lady Whistledown into believing it was real."

Emmaline's eyes widened in shock. "A ruse? But... Daphne, I don't believe it. What I saw between you two was genuine.

I watched the way you looked at each other, the way you spoke without words. And the way you danced at the previous balls as if the world seems to have disappeared, it couldn't have all been a lie."

Daphne's tears flowed freely now, and she buried her face in her hands before turning to her friend, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know it seemed real, Emmaline, but it was all a charade. Whatever you saw between Simon and I... it was never real"

Emmaline refused to accept this explanation. "Daphne, whatever the reason, you can't convince me it was all a ruse. I've seen the way you both looked at each other. It twas real. You can't deny that."

Daphne whispered, finally admitting, "He does not feel the same way."

"Have you told him how you truly feel about him?" She asked.

Daphne shook her head slowly as her tears continued to fall down.

Emmaline couldn't bear to see Daphne in such distress. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around Daphne, offering comfort and solace. "And how would you know if you have not told him Dapn. You must tell him how you feel."

"It wouldn't make a difference Emma." Daphne clung to her friend, her tears staining the delicate fabric of her nightgown. The two women remained locked in a heartfelt embrace.

"Oh Daphne," She whispered as she watched her friend be so heartbroken. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. She knew that Daphne's heart belonged to another, and that other man was Simon Bassett.

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The night was cloaked in silence, interrupted only by the occasional rustling of leaves against the windowpane. Within Bridgerton Home, all was quiet, and the world seemed at peace. All but for one person: Emmaline Davison lay wide awake, her mind spinning with restless thoughts.

The reason for her insomnia was unclear, but she knew she couldn't disturb Daphne, who lay sound asleep beside her. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, Emmaline reluctantly gave up on sleep. She slipped out from under the warm covers, in the dim light of the moon, and tiptoed out of her chamber, determined not to disturb her slumbering friend. The corridor was dimly lit, and she moved silently, her lavender nightgown rustling like a ghost in the night. The thought of finding solace in the company of a good book was appealing, and she hoped it would ease her restless mind. Emmaline descended the grand staircase, the flickering candlelight illuminating her path.

Meanwhile, the moon cast a silvery glow through the study's windows, illuminating the room where Anthony Bridgerton, the head of the family, was buried in his accounts. Anthony had always been a diligent and responsible man, and tonight was no exception. He sat alone in his dimly lit study as he hunched over his desk, quill in hand, surrounded by stacks of financial ledgers, various documents and parchment scrolls, furrowing his brows as he meticulously reviewed the numbers and attempted to make sense of it.

Just as he was deep in thought, the door to the study creaked open, and a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Anthony," she murmured, her voice carrying a note of surprise. "I didn't think anyone would be awake at this hour."  She remarked, her tone laced with curiosity. She couldn't help but wonder why she found herself here in his study so late at night.

Anthony's head snapped up, and he blinked in disbelief as he saw Emmaline standing in the doorway, bathed in the soft candlelight, her chestnut hair cascading down her back in loose curls and framing her delicate features.

"Emmaline?" He stammered, surprised by her unexpected presence. "What are you doing here? What brings you here at this hour?" He said with a mixture of confusion and concern.

Emmaline was equally taken aback. She bit her lip, trying to suppress her nervousness as she hesitated for a moment before answering. "Daphne asked me to spend the night and.... I couldn't sleep." She explained, her voice softer than she intended. "I thought I might find some solace in a book."

Anthony frowned, a mixture of curiosity and concern on his face. He motioned for her to come closer. "Daphne asked you to stay the night? That's rather unusual. Is something amiss?" He closed the ledger he'd been examining, curiosity piqued. "Is everything all right, Emmaline? Why couldn't you sleep?"

She entered the room with a hint of nervousness in her eyes. She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I think she just wanted some company after the excitement of the ball"

He raised an eyebrow, his brown eyes studying her. "And what was so eventful about the evening, if you don't mind me asking?"

She hesitated for a moment but decided to share her news. "It appears Daphne made quite an impression on the prince tonight. He seemed quite taken with her, and they spent a good portion of the evening talking."

"Daphne is a remarkable woman. It's no surprise that she made an impression." He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Always the charmer she is." She chuckles lightly.

Anthony, unable to take his eyes off her in the delicate lavender nightgown. Emmaline felt a flush of embarrassment and quickly looked away from him. Anthony, too, tried to conceal his flustered state.

"I should umm probably get a book now and then I'll be out of your hair" She said, not wanting to disturb him further, whispering.

His eyes softened as he realized her predicament. "You're not bothering me, Emmaline. You're more than welcome to stay here?"

"Are you sure I won't be a bother?"

He gave her a knowing look, chuckling quietly, "If you were I wouldn't be insisting now would I."

"Well... just for a little while then." Relief flooded through her before she gave a grateful smile as she selected a comfortable armchair and joined him.

Anthony's heart skipped a beat at the thought of Emmaline staying with him. "Of course," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

They both sat in Anthony's dimly lit study, bathed in the warm, soft glow of antique desk lamps that cast a cozy ambiance throughout the room. The study was adorned with dark mahogany bookshelves that lined the walls, showcasing an impressive collection of leather-bound volumes. The scent of aged paper and polished wood hung in the air, creating an atmosphere of intellectual serenity.

The only sounds were the faint scratching of quills and the soft rustling of papers. The silence between them was comfortable, each lost in their own thoughts. But eventually, curiosity got the better of her and she couldn't help but notice the weariness etched on Anthony's face. She glanced at the paperwork before him, placing her book down. "What are you working on so late?"  She couldn't help but be drawn to them.

He let out a weary sigh. "My accounts. I've been trying to make sense of them for hours, but it seems I've made a mistake somewhere."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern

He glanced back at the mess of papers before him and then back at her. "It's just some tedious accounting work, nothing you should trouble yourself with."

"It would be no trouble at all really, I've seen Cornelius go through our ledgers. And if you remember, I did excel at arithmetic." She explained with determination in her eyes.

He looked at her with skepticism, but he couldn't help but appreciate her offer. "You don't have to trouble yourself, I can handle my finances myself Emmaline. This isn't exactly thrilling work."

She couldn't help but smile. "I may not be well-versed in the world of ledgers, but I can try to help. Two heads are better than one, as they say."

Anthony looked back at her still being skeptical, "I don't know Emmaline."

Emmaline wasn't one to back down easily. "Please Anthony," She said with pleading eyes.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Curse her eyes

"You always did have a way of convincing me with those eyes of yours." The warmth in her eyes convinced him, sighing, "Very well then if you insist, but I warn you, it's a tangled mess."

Her face brightened with a smile as she walked over to his desk. She leaned over his shoulder, her lavender nightgown brushing against his leg as she examined the ledger with him.

Anthony was momentarily taken aback by her proximity but allowed her to examine the figures. Her breath tickled Anthony's ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

She eagerly began scanning the numbers, her love for mathematics and figures evident in her eyes. After a few moments, she pointed to a particular entry, her finger lightly grazing the paper, "Ah, here's a mistake," she exclaimed, pointing at a miscalculation. "You've added these two columns incorrectly."

Anthony's initial reaction was to argue, but as he examined the ledger more closely, he couldn't deny that she was right. He chuckled softly, conceding defeat. "Well, it seems you're right. I stand corrected."

Emmaline couldn't help but tease him playfully, "Well, I am quite brilliant, as you can see."

Anthony chuckled, his irritation replaced by amusement. Anthony couldn't help but play along, his voice mockingly incredulous. "Oh, I wouldn't go that far, Emmaline"

Their playful teasing continued as they worked through the accounts together. As the night wore on, their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on old memories, their laughter filling the room the kind they had shared as children.  They reminisce on their childhood, the pranks they would pull on Colin and Oliver, the adventures they would have, and so on., and the things that had brought them joy before their friendship had soured. A sense of ease washed  over them. It was as if the years of bitterness and anger had never existed. and the tension that had lingered for years melted away. The past bitterness that had marred their relationship seemed like a distant memory now. Emmaline's initial hesitation had melted away, replaced by the comfort of Anthony's presence.

Hours turned into minutes, and without realizing it, they had talked the night away. The first rays of dawn crept through the windows, illuminating the room, and the fatigue finally caught up with them. Anthony leaned back in his chair, and Emmaline rested her head on the desk.

Anthony was the first one to wake as the sun gently hit his face. Feeling unoriented he looked at his surroundings realizing he slept in the study again. He yawned and stretched, his eyes blinking open as he slowly realized he wasn't alone. His gaze, heavy with drowsiness, fell upon a figure, her head nestled on the oak desk across from him. For a brief moment, he forgot the surprise of her presence and simply admired the tranquil beauty before him. The sun kissed her face, casting shadows that danced with the promise of a new day.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he heard her light snores. The sun kissed her face, casting shadows that danced with the promise of a new day. As much he didn't want to disturb her slumber he knew he had to wake her up. He quietly stood up from his chair and made his way over to her leaning down to her height, placing his hand on her shoulder and gently moving her, whispering "Emma"

"5 more minutes mama." She groaned quietly.

He chuckled, "Emma you wouldn't want Daphne to wake up in a lonely bed. Come now"

"Ughhhh" She fluttered her eyes as a yawn escaped her lips. She looked around not knowing where she was until she locked eyes with Anthony, remembering the events from last night. "I guess you're right."

She yawned, stretching her arms. The exhaustion of the long night was evident in their weary eyes.

"I should probably head back upstairs before your sister wakes." She said, but her tone held a note of reluctance.

Anthony, too, felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of it. "I suppose you're right. We've been at this all night."

Emmaline nodded before standing up. She walked toward the door. Just as she was about to leave, she turned to Anthony with gratitude in her eyes. "I never properly thanked you for walking my sister Cecilia back home the other morning. It was kind of you to take her under your wing."

He nodded, his gaze meeting hers. "You needn't thank me for that, Emmaline. Cecilia is like a dear sister, and I was more than happy to ensure her safety." He smiled softly, "And what are friends for. We are friends again, aren't we not"

She rolled her eyes playfully. Her smile was radiant as she answered, "Yes, Anthony. We are friends again. Don't make me regret it" She jokingly said.

With that, Emmaline left the study, and Anthony watched her go, feeling a rush of emotions he couldn't deny. As she disappeared from view, he realized just how much he had missed her.

Emmaline walked the grand staircase, making her way back to Daphne's room and lay down in their shared bed. But this time, sleep came easily. Her heart was light, and her dreams were filled with the rekindled friendship between her and Anthony, and the possibility of something more.

As the sun rose, casting a warm glow on the city of London, Anthony settled into a long chair in the study, his thoughts consumed by the night he had spent with Emmaline. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her, and he realized, with a smile, that he didn't want to.

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The bustling streets of London were a welcome reprieve from the stifling atmosphere of high society. The three young ladies, Eloise, Penelope, and Emmaline  had decided to escape the confines of their homes and take a stroll on this fine morning. Ever since the season started the three of them haven't found the time to see one another, and with this fine morning today seems like the perfect day.

Eloise, with her characteristic wit and candor, couldn't help but voice her opinion as they passed a millinery shop adorned with extravagant feathered headpieces. "I have never understood the fashion for feathers in the hair. Why would a woman want to draw notice to the fact that she is like a bird squawking for a man's attention in some bizarre ritual?"

Penelope raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting from one extravagant feathered hat to another. "Then why are we looking?"

"Because I would rather do anything than stay a moment longer in that house while everyone flutters around Daphne, cooing over her prospects." She explained, with frustration as they continued their stroll.

Emmaline, the ever-practical one, chimed in, "Is the prince still courting?" She asked, it's been a week since she last talked to Daphne.

"I imagine you cannot wait for the engagement." Penelope smiled.

Eloise interjected, her tone wry, "Pen, once they are engaged, I shall be next in line." She sighs as she  expresses her sentiments, "If anything, I hope Daphne stays on the shelf forever."

"She must marry eventually, Eloise, you know that." Emmaline explained with a gentle tone in her voice.

Eloise wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Why must our only options be to squawk and settle or to never leave the nest? What if I want to fly?"

Emmaline listened thoughtfully and then quirked an eyebrow. "You know who is flying?"

"Who?" Penelope asked.

"Lady Whistledown," Emmaline said with a smirk, her gaze fixed on a mysterious vendor's stall. "She is up in the sky, Eloise."

Eloise raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "A brilliant woman of business who fools the entire ton, whilst pocketing their money. Imagine the life she must lead. Independence." She couldn't help but smirk, "She is not simpering on the edge of a ballroom every night–"

"–And praying a man might take a fancy and leg-shackle her into marriage." She continued, her voice filled with longing,

"That is quite the life you both have imagined for her." Penelope couldn't help but chuckle at her two friends.

Eloise's eyes sparkled with determination. "We must meet her so that she might share her secrets on how to avoid such a wretched, uninteresting fate."

Penelope cautioned, "Lady Whistledown's identity is quite protected."

Eloise and Emmaline exchanged sly glances, their eyes alight with mischief. "Are we not the three most clever girls in the ton?" Emmaline said

"If anyone can find her, it is us, I think." Eloise grinned.

"If I could get out of any of the week's events to help you, I would." Penelope explained.

"Pretend an illness. Tell your mother you caught whatever Marina had." Eloise suggested.

"How is she, by the way?" Emmaline chimed in with concern.

"Oh yes how is she, is she feeling better?" Eloised asked

"Recovering," Penlope replied, her expression softening. "But it would be cruel of me not to be by her side when she comes back out. I shall cheer you on in your endeavors, though."

Penelope pointed to a vendor's cart displaying quills and inkwells. Eloise smiles and picks a white feather quill.  "This one. I shall need a new quill to make my list of suspects. Ooh! Thank you." She paid the vendor and the three young ladies continued their stroll.

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The White Gentlemen's Club was aglow with the soft amber light of ornate chandeliers, casting an air of privilege and prestige across the room. Simon sat near the window, sipping a glass brandy. His thoughts were occupied, as he was lost in his thoughts.

A familiar voice broke through his contemplation. "I hear you are to leave town tonight,"

Simon looked up to find Anthony standing a few paces away and a half empty glass of whiskey in his hand as he took a seat. He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by the abruptness of Anthony's comment. "You hear correctly," He replied, his tone measured.

Anthony's gaze lingered on Simon's and his brown eyes held a hint of something deeper. "I misjudged you," he admitted, a trace of remorse in his voice. "I was never quite certain, but now it is clear your intentions with Daphne were honorable after all." His lips turned into a half-smile. "She has found herself a prince," he acknowledged with a touch of pride, "and you are going on your way."

Simon nodded, acknowledging the truth in Anthony's words.

"Perhaps one day the two of us will be able to laugh at all this?" Anthony suggested

"Perhaps," Simon whispered, looking down at his half sipping glass of whiskey before looking back at him. "Are you to tell me you're sorry to see me go?" A hint of amusement in his eyes with a small smile.

"We should not have to go that far, should we?" Anthony joked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Simon chuckled, a genuine sound that reverberated through the room. .

"Lord Bridgerton,"

Anthony turned around, "Your Highness," He stood up from his seat

"I was told you would be here," Prince Friedrich continued, his gaze more serious now. "Might we have a word?"

Anthony nodded. "Certainly," he replied, leading the prince to a quieter corner of the opulent club, where they could converse in relative privacy.

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Emmaline stood on the outskirts of the grand ballroom, hidden in the shadows cast by the towering marble columns that lined the room. The opulent setting was nothing short of a fairy tale come to life, with glistening chandeliers suspended from the ornate ceiling, their crystals sparkling like stars against the midnight blue backdrop.It  cast a warm, soft glow over the entire room, reflecting off the gilded mirrors that lined the walls. The walls were draped with luxurious fabrics in rich, purples deep-colored blue silks and velvets, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air, as the room was meticulously decorated with bouquets of roses, lilies, and orchids.The orchestra played a beautiful waltz, and couples swayed gracefully to the music. Ladies in their splendid gowns twirled gracefully, their laughter mingling with the sweet strains of the orchestra.

Emmaline's gown was a vision of beauty, a delicate shade of navy blue adorned with delicate beadwork and the fabric shimmered in the candlelight making the beadwork look like stars. Its design was both timeless and regal, and it flowed gracefully as she moved, the skirt billowed out in layers of tulle and silk, allowing her to move gracefully. Her gown's bodice was fitted, accentuating her slender figure, and her hair was styled in loose waves, with a few tendrils framing her face.

She watched with a mix of fascination and admiration as couples glided across the polished wooden floor, their movements graceful and enchanting. The orchestra played a waltz, and the dancers swirled and twirled in perfect synchrony. The women wore gowns of various colors, their dresses shimmering with silks and satins. The men were dashing in their tailored coats, and their impeccable manners and confident strides added to the overall atmosphere of refined elegance.

As the music came to a brief pause. The Musicians stood from their chairs and moved away from their stations, allowing themselves a moment for refreshments. Using this time, the debutantes and gentlemen moved away from the dance floor rather quickly in order to find their partner or a new partner to begin another round of dancing. Some others made their way toward the table of snacks or refreshment. They all dispersed, mingling and sipping on glasses of champagne. The ballroom buzzed with a symphony of hushed whispers and mirthful laughter, the soft murmur of a hundred conversations now carried without the sounds of music.

The musicians slowly began to make their way back. They all tune their instruments and situate themselves within their seats. Reading the music sheets that sat on the podium before them, flipping through the pages quietly as they mumbled to one another.

Still standing on the sidelines, initially disapproving of the societal standards and the customary ballroom dance. Emmaline glanced down and noticed a familiar hand, offering her to dance.

"Oh absolutely not," groaned Emmaline, rolling her eyes.

She was not one to conform to societal norms, and the idea of participating in such formalities well let just say it didn't sit quite well with her. It was a world of societal standards and traditions she had often criticized. But she could not hide her amused smile as Anthony Bridgerton stepped before her, hand held out expectantly.

He shrugged, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Are you really going to leave me waiting?"

"What happened to us refusing to participate in such societal norms?" She asked, knowing full well he had often heard, very well agreed, and occasionally indulged in her passionate long rants about the debutante season.

Anthony rolled his eyes, scoffing, "Yes, but it has become a thing."

It was true it has become a thing for them. For the last couple of weeks, throughout the season Anthony and Emmaline would sneak off... well try to sneak off. Both of their mothers would catch them before they could even have the chance to. They'll be laughing together just the two of them poking fun at some silly society rule, enjoying each other's company, just like when they were kids. Their families noticed the difference between their dynamic, the fighting stops, they weren't arguing as much as they used to, now it's more of playful banter. They can finally be in a room together without screaming at each other. Their siblings didn't believe it when they told them there were friends again, thought they were joking but oh how wrong they were. Out of everyone Violet was the happiest of them all, she missed the days when they used to be close and to see her eldest son smiling again. She noticed a grand difference at Anthony, he wasn't as stern, he has become softer, gentler, more at ease. She hasn't seen this sight of him ever since Edmund passed, and knowing Emmaline was able to bring that back, she couldn't thank her enough. Violet also notices how relaxed Emmaline has become and hearing her laugh, her genuine laugh again. She knew the day they met, when they were only just children, carried a special bond. A special bond that she had once experienced with Edmund, oh how her late husband would be so happy to see the two reconcile once more.

"A thing?" Emmaline questioned, raising her eyebrows. She relented, taking his hand, and allowed him to loop it through his arm before they ventured onto the dance floor. "Explain to me how this has become a thing?"

As they stepped onto the polished wood of the elevated dance floor,  the orchestra began to play once more. Emmaline, still waiting for Anthony to respond to her question. He takes Emmaline's hand into one of his and gently places his hand on her waist safely. He takes the first step, of course this time, leading the dance. "At least for a moment, I am not completely miserable," he tells her finally with a grin, his eyes locked with hers as they swayed to the rhythm.

She teases him, pretending to be smitten, "Oh, how so very sweet of you, Lord Bridgerton," her voice laced with sarcasm. She batted her eyelashes and put on a mock display of swooning. "For that is truly what every young lady wishes to hear from a man."

Anthony chuckled, shaking his head, offering a straightforward alternative. "I could tell you to shut up instead."

Emmaline smiled and leaned in her breath warm against his ear. Her whisper was both threatening and playfully sweet. "I will step on your toes so hard that the physicians will suggest amputation." She pulled back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "So, tread carefully, Viscount." She pulled back and away from his ear.

Anthony couldn't help but laugh and so he did.

They continued to dance gracefully through the ballroom. The music, the laughter, and the sparkling chandeliers created a magical atmosphere, and for the remainder of the night, Emmaline danced alongside her friends, twirling and gliding across the dance floor. Secretly enjoying herself despite her earlier protestations and though she'd would never admit it, she finds herself not entirely miserable.

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Anthony entered the drawing room, where his younger sister Daphne was seated, her fingers gracefully moving across the piano keys.

"Mother. Daph"

"Did you truly take your sister to a boxing match?" their mother, Lady Violet, inquired, her tone tinged with mild disapproval as she crossed her arms.

"Your admonishment will have to wait, Mother," Anthony replied, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I have news. Prince Friedrich has asked for my permission to propose."

Daphne's fingers froze above the piano keys. Both her and her mother's eyes widened and felt shocked by the news .

"So soon?" Daphne asked, her voice quivering with surprise.

Violet fumbled for words. "Well, what did you tell him, Anthony?"

Anthony moved his hands behind him, his expression thoughtful. "I told him that I know better than to answer for my sister." He looked over at Daphne, continued, "I have no objections to the man. People speak well of him. Whatever you decide Daph, you shall have my support" He said with a gentle tone with a sincere smile.

Daphne kept looking back at Anthony and their mother, still taken aback by the news, "i.... Uh... I..." She sighs, not being able to find the right words as she looks at the piano keys.

"You need not decide now." Lady Violet smiled warmly, "You certainly have not known him for long."

"Let me know when you have an answer and I shall convey it."

"Indeed"

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"Miss Davison if you would allow me to take your measurements, you will already be done miss" Madame Delacroix explain, placing her hands on her hips

Emmaline found herself at the modiste, reluctantly getting fitted for a new dress for her upcoming debut next season, an event she was dreading more with each passing day. The seamstress tried to approach her with measuring tape in hand, but of course Emmaline tried to stall.

Emmaline groaned as she kept fussing around, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her dress and unwilling to stand still. not allowing Madame Delacroix to do her job.

"Madame please, I promise this is the last one" Her patience was wearing thin.

"Emmaline stop fussing around and let Madame Delacroix do her job." Eleanor said in a hushed tone, scolding her daughter.

"The more I fuss maybe it'll postpone my debut Miss Delacroix" She suggested in a playful manner.

Madame Delacroix chuckles as she shakes her head at the young girl's antics, giving the young girl a knowing look, "That is not how it works, Miss. Now turn around, this will only take a second now."

"It was worth a try" She sighs, allowing Madame Delacroix to finish taking her measurement.

Emmaline sighed, finally relenting and allowing Madame Delacroix to take her measurements. Once the fitting was complete, both Emmaline and Eleanor followed Miss Delacroix to the front of the shop. While her mother continued talking to Miss Delacroix about new fabrics and dresses, she was engrossed in her reading until she heard the shop's door creak open and the familiar sound of the bell above it ringing. "Mis. Davison, you are good to go." Madame Delacroix said with a polite smile

"Thank you" Within that moment she collided into Violet and Eloise Bridgerton, making her drop her book.

"Lady Bridgerton!" She exclaimed in excitement, forgetting her manner as she hugged her.

"Emmaline, where are your manners! Violet, I'm so sorry" Eleanor rushed to apologize.

Violet embraced her warmly and laughed softly "Hello dear. Oh it's quite alright Eleanor, you know I do not mind. Besides, who couldn't resist an embrace from this one."

"Emmaline, I wasn't expecting to see you here, out of all places" Eloise chuckles as she kneeled down.

She chuckles along with her dearest friend, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I could say the same about you Eloise" She kneeled down to pick her book but Eloise had already beat her to it, handing her book back. "Thank you." She smiled.

"What brings you here? I thought you had a Latin lesson today?"

"I did, but my mother rescheduled it in order to get my fitting done before the next season starts." She sighs.

"Well would you like to walk around the ton with me? Mama has to drop off a request for Daphne new dress"

Emmaline turned around but before she said anything, her mother beat her to it, "Go Emma, Mary won't be able to chaperon but I trust you girls won't get into any mischief"

"We promise Lady Davison" Elosie said as she grabbed a hold of Emmaline's arm.

"Very well, run along you two" Eleanor smiled and the two girls left the modist, leaving their mothers to catch up.

"I'm quite surprised your mother said yes."

"Likewise, I was certain she was going to say no, and without a maid. Heaven forbid."

The girls laughed as they continued to walk arm in arm, their dresses swaying with each step, and the bustling chatter of the townsfolk. As they continued walking Emmaline noticed a subtle frown on Eloise's face, knowing something was troubling her. She gently turned to her friend, her eyes filled with concern, "Eloise, what's troubling you?"

Eloise paused for a moment, her brow furrowed, as if debating whether to share her thoughts but decided against it. "Nothing" She said quietly

"Eloise..." Emmaline said, giving her a knowing look. "It does not seem like nothing," she said softly.

Eloise let out a heavy sigh, her gaze fixed on the cobblestone path beneath their feet. ""It's just... the social season, and I can't help but feel a sense of dread looming over me as my debut approaches, partaking in this ridiculous affair. The thought of being presented in society, scrutinized by everyone, and the endless expectation... It terrifies me." She explained letting all her frustration out as she opened up to her, "I'm afraid my mother is going to expect me to be a diamond just like Daphne".

She nodded, "I know what you mean Eloise. "

"Aren't you scared Emma?" Eloise said softly.

"Yes... petrified even. It all seems rather overwhelming." She looked down, admitting the truth. She glanced up at Eloise and continued, "but knowing I have you on my side, it's a little bit less terrifying. We'll be doing this together–"

"While still hating the idea of marriage and poking fun at the ton." She said with a small smile.

Emmaline laughed softly, nodding, "Exactly. And we'll have Pen as well"

"If I had it my way I would've traveled to another country and proceeded to get a higher education."  She mused.

"Might I join you?" She grinned.

"I wouldn't have it any other way" Eloise smiles and Emmaline smiled back

Even though the two were close in age, Eloise always saw Emmaline as an older sister who not only listened to her thoughts but shared the same interests and ideals. She never judges her at all. Eloise knew all her life she was different from most girls in the ton and the majority would try to shame her into not taking the role to be a proper lady. But to Emmaline, Eloise's uniqueness was a source of pride, not a source of shame. She has shown her that being herself was something to be proud of. Making Eloise feel less alone in the world.

"I should be heading back home. Wouldn't want to cause my mother any fright"

"I can accompany you, it on the way there"

Emmaline smiled, "It's alright Eloise, I don't want to trouble you. I should be fine"

"Emma I love you but even I know that you shouldn't walk back home by yourself. You don't have a chaperon, might I recall" She explained with a worried look.

She shrugged "Oh I'll be fine, like you said it's on the way"

Elosie was trying so hard to convince Emmaline but in the end knowing Emmaline's stubborn mind, was less likely to change her mind. SHe gave in and chuckles, "Suit yourself then" 

After the two young ladies walked their separate ways, Emmaline walked herself amongst the crowd. Throughout her walk she found herself lost in her own mind. With her upcoming debut, the new found friendship she rekindled with Anthony, the things that were going on at home, the problems between her and her father. She tried her hardest to ignore her intrusive thoughts but the more she thinks the more the voices become louder in her head until...

"Watch where you are going!" A familiar voice growled, snapping Emmaline back to reality as she recovered from crashing into a muscular chest.

"Me! You should be the one watching where you are going, arse!" Emmaling yelled back at the stranger until she looked up at the face that was facing down at her. Meeting those familiar brown chestnut eyes of his, her face softens, "Ant–" She stopped herself seeing people of the ton listening, "Lord Bridgerton... my apologies I didn't expect to run into you like this." She said, laughing under her breath.

"Neither did I," Anthony gently said with a small smile, his voice sounding less annoyed, "but you my darling need to pay more attention to your surroundings." He laughed softly with a teasing smile.

She rolled her eyes playfully as she crossed her arms with a small smile, "Says you! Maybe you need to be the one who should be watching your surroundings my lord since you're the only gentleman I keep running into." She teased back.

He chuckles, "Awe yes, as I am standing perfectly still, I need to watch where I am going in the chance that a pretty young lady as yourself will be crashing into," Repeating Emmaline words as he made fun of her statement.

"Well if you put it like that... it does sound–"

"Rather ridiculous?" He smirked as he finished her sentence.

"Will you stop that!" She laughed quietly, shaking her head before she looked at him, "but yes."

"Just a little," He said as he leaned closer with a gentle smile before a change of expression waves over him. Looking over his surroundings, "Are you alone Miss Davison?"

Emmaline nodded her head, "I am, I just got done talking with Eloise. I was just about to make my way back home. Why may you ask?" She said, raising her eyebrow.

"Why didn't you walk back home with Eloise since it's on the way," He raised his eyebrow in curiosity.

"Well, where's the fun in that?" She grins.

"You always have to cause mischief don't you," Anthony chuckles, shaking his head, 

"Always."

"So a lady such as yourself is trusted to walk home alone? That doesn't sound too appropriate now does it?"

"I don't see too much harm in the situation." She shrugged, tilting her head with a mischievous smile

"It could be dangerous, scandalous even..."

"And your point being is my lord?" She replied.

"Maybe you could use some company... on your walk home of course," Anthony proposes.

"But wouldn't it be more scandalous for us to walk home together than it would be for me to walk home alone?" She crossed her arm across her chest, raising her eyebrow.

"Not if we weren't seen," Anthony smirks, "besides we are family friends there's nothing wrong with me accompanying you back home."

"Regardless it still seems scandalous according to the ton's eyes " She pointed out.

"If you're that worried about being seen, I know a shortcut to your street that hardly anyone knows about."

"Hmmm I don't know Anthony" She wasn't convinced.

"Come on Emma you know my mother would murder me if I leave you out here"

"Hmm I don't know seeing Lady Bridgerton murder you is quite intriguing" She teased

"Of course you would want to see that'' He chuckles, "and I know you don't want to return home this instant."

"Alright fine you win, lead the way Mr. Bridgerton" She jokingly said.

"After you Miss Davison" He smiled as he grabbed a hold of her hand, leading them away from the crowded streets.

They turned onto a path that led them to the backroad behind the city main walkway that led away from the crowded street and towards a more secluded area. Soon, they arrived at a serene lake nestled amidst the lush trees and blooming flowers.

"Anthony, how did you come across this?" She said admiring the forest that was filled with wildflowers. The river seems to be adorned with wildflowers, ivy leaves hanging from the oak tree, their colors a stunning painting a stunning contrast to the serene blue waters. The gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.

"I came across it not to long ago when I was riding, it's not too far off of the backroads, but it is solitude"

Emmaline was still taken by the view, wanting to capture every moment of it.

"Race you down there?" he smirked.

"You want to race right now?" She glanced down at her day dress and heels before pointing out, "I'm in heels and wearing a dress Ant, I'm at a disadvantage, tell me how this would be fair" She chuckles

Anthony began to remove his shoes, and with a grin, "Well, then, we must take off our shoes.

Emmaline protested, "You can't be serious"

"Oh I'm being quite serious Emma" He teases.

Emmaline, not one to shy away from adventure, followed suit, "I can not believe I'm doing this" She mutters as she continues to take off her shoes.

"I don't mind giving you a heads start. I mean considering y--"

"A head start? Oh please, that won't be necessary? I can beat you fair and square Bridgerton." She teasingly challenged him.

"Is that a challenge Davison?" He smirked

"Maybe. Now ... ready, set, go!"

And the race was on. Laughter erupted between them as it filled the air as they raced along the path. To her surprise, she was several steps ahead of the Viscount. "I thought you'd be quicker! Looks like I'm gonna win" she teased him.

"Not on my watch you're not! " He picked up his pace, and then, he soon managed to tackle Emmaline in his arm, in order to stop. Tumbling them to the ground, they rolled down the hill together on the soft grass as they reached the river. In that moment Anthony laughs uncontrollably and Emmaline squeals and finds themselves lying there. Still laughing uncontrollably, Emmaline laid her back against the ground, realizing she was trapped under Anthony's arms as he was on top of her.

"You dirty cheat!" She screamed and laughed as she hit his arm.

"I did not cheat, I simply just tripped. That's all" He laughed along with her.

"Liar! You just didn't want to lose." She smiled. tilting her head.

"Perhaps and perhaps not" He smirked, looking down at her. She didn't realize how close their faces were. She was able to see the tiny freckles across his nose, and how his eyes had speck of honey brown in them. She had to resist the urge to bring her hand up to his cheek.

Their eyes locked in a moment of shared, unspoken desire. Their faces were close, and the tension between them was palpable. It  seemed that time stood still as they gazed at each other and an unspoken longing simmered between them, their breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

"Emmaline," Anthony began.

"Yes?" Emmaline replied, her voice barely a whisper, her heart pounding.

But then, with great effort, they pulled away from each other, choosing to ignore the flush of their cheeks and the fluttering butterflies in their stomach, they chose to try to regain their composure.

Anthony cleared his throat, looking away as he stood up from the ground. "Shall we head over to the river?"

All Emmaline could do was nod her head, afraid to open up her mouth. He steps over quickly to offer his hand,  she reaches out her hand onto his as he pulls her up.

Once they reach the river, he lets go of her hand and walks over to the water's edge, sinking to his knees to run a hand through the gently flowing water. "It's freezing."

She followed him and copied his action, looking down at the water, "I don't know I actually find it refreshing."

"It will make you catch your death."

"Nonsense." She takes off one of her stockings before digging her toes into, "it is not that bad Anthony. It's the same temperature as the lake we found at Audrey Hall when we were children." She recalls her summer with her family and the Bridgerton, Audrey Hall filled with chaos, or how he'd laugh and smile and speak with her on all manner of things. "Do you remember those mornings when we used to sneak out during the break of dawn and how we would spend together, just the two of us. Long mornings with endless sunshine, chasing the ducks and reading by the lake. It is one of my favorite memories."

Watching her carefully, he nods warmly as she catches his eye. He always wore the sweetest expression when she would speak, as though he was really listening to every word.

She twirls her foot into the water one more time. When she finally dares to look at him again, the smile he gives her is so tender it soothes her heart.

Without warning, Anthony began undressing, his fingers racing down the buttons of his vest, and removing his shirt and boots.

"Wh-what are y-you doing?" Her voice stutters.

"What does it look like I am doing? I am going for a swim."

"Anthony!"

But he already removed his waistcoat, vest, and shirt. He stands proudly, poised on the rocky edge of the river, where a swell of dark blue water promises it is at its deepest. Stood just in his breeches, he is a sight to behold. Emmaline watched, her heart racing as he revealed his fit physique. All she can think about is the firmness of his broad chest, how it might feel to run her fingers through the soft curls that pepper his skin and to dig her fingers into the thick muscles of his arms. The air was charged with anticipation as he plunged into the water with a spirited splash.

Anthony's voice echoed, "Good god, woman, it's freezing."

"Then why did you jump!" She shouts over the roaring sound of water and his exaggerated screams

"I thought it would help!" He yelled back.

"You are quite mad, Bridgerton." She giggles easily, both their smiles impossibly wide and carefree.

"Only for you Davison." After he became used to the cold refreshing water, he ducks his head under again. As he reaches back to the surface he catches her eyes as "Are you joining me?" He raised his eyebrow with a smirk on his face.

Ignoring the fluttering in her chest and the hesitation, she reaches behind her, her fingers begin to unloop the ties of her day dress but as she does so she looks over at him. He is watching her closely as he treads water. She wouldn't care if he was watching, she was always bold, but her insecurity got the best of her, feeling shameful in a way. She crushed under her breath, feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed "Would you umm...  turn around?"

He hesitates for just a moment, before obeying.

"No peeking!" She yelled out.

"Emma I have my eyes shut, I am a gentleman" He shouted back.

She rolled her eyes. Once she felt sure enough that he wasn't looking, she began slipping her day dress off, then stockings, and taking her hair broach off, she neatly folded it and placed it on the flat rock beside her. Leaving her in her loose cotton petticoats. She ease her feet into the cold water, pushing her feet against the riverbed, she swam a few strokes toward Anthony. "Okay you can turn around now."

He turned around. "Hello" He whispers.

"Hello." She whispers back as he smiles.

Emmaline couldn't resist splashing water at Anthony, she thrusts her hand against the water's surface, splashing him. and he retaliated with a playful splash of his own. With a shock look on his face he quickly returned the wave of water in her direction eliciting childish giggles from both of them.

"It's on," he declared with laughter in his voice, "I'm going to get you!"

Their playful water fight began. The carefree moments, the laughter, and the freedom from societal expectations enveloped them as they enjoyed their time in the river. Emmaline giggled as she tried to swim away from him, but Anthony was both quick and determined as he caught up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, their bodies pressed close. His hands warm even in the bracing cold of the river, he places them gently at her hips, twisting himself to fit perfectly around her as they float gently. His legs brushing against hers intermittently,

"Caught you" He grinned.

"You caught me" She chuckles.

For a brief moment, all their concerns and worries were forgotten as the world around them seemed to disappear. Laughter filled the air as they continued to splash water at each other, their playfulness, allowing themselves to be carefree,  and to feel the undeniable pull of attraction between them, even if it remained unspoken.

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