Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2022 17:43:57 GMT
eloise & genevieve.
With her hand hovering over the door handle into the modiste’s shop, Eloise paused — hesitating for a mere fraction of a second. Headstrong and stubborn as she was, and hurting as she now was too, was it a good idea? Confronting Madame Delacroix again? It hadn’t gone too well for her last time, and she’d only ended up finding out that she and Benedict were…close. Now, though, after learning that Whistledown’s articles had been sown into silks, the betrayal stung all the more. Penelope, knowing that Eloise had already accused and backed away from the modiste, had chosen to include her in her little scheme. The notion made her feel slightly nauseous, the knowledge that her best friend had betrayed her in so many ways…and what of Delacroix? Had she known what she was going to publish about her? Had she made any attempt to stop her? Perhaps it would be foolish to assume them to be friends, but she had respected her greatly; greatly enough to think she might be capable of being Whistledown. Now she knew the truth, she’d almost have preferred that.
Swallowing down any doubts, the fifth Bridgerton pushed the door open, relieved to see there were no customers. Angry as she was, Eloise had no intention of telling anyone else of the ton who Whistledown was. It wasn’t her place to expose that, and she wasn’t going to betray her former friend, just because she’d betrayed her first. Stubborn as she could be, she wasn’t quite that petty. Instead, she’d insisted she never wanted to see or speak to Penelope again — and she’d meant it, at least for the time being. Instead, she would speak to Madame Delacroix and then leave it to die down. Eventually, they’d have to stop talking about her so-called political radicalism.
“I know you were helping her,” she began, not offering any segue into the conversation, not bothering to gently ease her way into it. After losing her two dearest friendships, and having the entire ton speaking about her behind her back (while she tried not to care what people thought of her, it was harder when it was everyone at once), she had no patience left. “Whistledown. Penelope. Did you know what she was publishing about me before she did it? Did you even care? Or, like her, do you only care about protecting yourself?”
Swallowing down any doubts, the fifth Bridgerton pushed the door open, relieved to see there were no customers. Angry as she was, Eloise had no intention of telling anyone else of the ton who Whistledown was. It wasn’t her place to expose that, and she wasn’t going to betray her former friend, just because she’d betrayed her first. Stubborn as she could be, she wasn’t quite that petty. Instead, she’d insisted she never wanted to see or speak to Penelope again — and she’d meant it, at least for the time being. Instead, she would speak to Madame Delacroix and then leave it to die down. Eventually, they’d have to stop talking about her so-called political radicalism.
“I know you were helping her,” she began, not offering any segue into the conversation, not bothering to gently ease her way into it. After losing her two dearest friendships, and having the entire ton speaking about her behind her back (while she tried not to care what people thought of her, it was harder when it was everyone at once), she had no patience left. “Whistledown. Penelope. Did you know what she was publishing about me before she did it? Did you even care? Or, like her, do you only care about protecting yourself?”
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