bring your jeweller to white's

[William Slade]

-------------------------------------------- "Whatever do I do, Bridgerton?" He asked as he was hunched over, peering at the numerous rings that were presented for him by the jeweller that he'd brought over to White's. Anthony had far more experience than him when it came to marriage life and he wished for the ring itself to be flawless, for he believed that it would create an even more flawless marriage -- or at least he hoped so. He intended to ask Philomena's father for her hand in marriage the day afterwards.  White's was the only place he felt comfortable. It was a place where he could voice his thoughts and opinion freely without being judged by any of his peers, particularly Anthony. He was the closest to him, especially since the years they had spent studying at Oxford and so, he deeply valued his opinion. Of course, he'd brought his jeweller a drink on him to make it seem like he really did value the man's time and attention.  "What about this one?" He asked, requesting to see the amethyst ring.

WHITE's	Anthony Bridgerton
what an idiot

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: William Slade

i am a viscount

IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY

Who would have thought that he would be sitting here with the Duke of Wellington while he selected a wedding ring . . . and where Anthony was already married. It did not seem that long ago that they were merely discussing the prospect of finding a suitable wife. And here they were, both in love marriages. Anthony could not help but smile at his friend's . . . confusion. If that was even the correct word to use. Perhaps uncertainty was more befitting. Either way, Anthony knew he too would have been in the very same position if he needed to select a ring. But he used the one that was in his family; one passed down from his mother. So all he needed to worry about, was the fitting.

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William on the other hand, had far more stresses when it came to this part of the process. "Do you mean about the ring or about the woman?" Anthony teased with an amused smile as he leaned back comfortably in his chair. He was of course simply teasing and jesting with his dear friend. He knew William had his eyes set on Philomena and Anthony was truly, sincerely happy for him. For Anthony himself, was happy. He never would have thought he would find himself in a love match . . . yet he had, and he -- for the first time since his father's death -- did indeed feel truly happy. He leaned forward a bit to eye the ring that the Duke was referring to. "It is a fine choice," Anthony agreed. "Is she favorable towards purple?" Women were fussy about this sort of thing, were they not?