Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Oct 31, 2022 17:51:50 GMT
a n y t h i n g t h a t g e t s m e
YOUR ATTENTION, IS A GOOD THING
Attending these parties was like a breathing of fresh air that Benedict had not even realized he had been suffocating without. Being around so many where class and privilege were irrelevant . . . where one did not have to engage in the exchange of generic pleasantries was quite . . . liberating. To know that they had existed for so long made Benedict wish he could have started attending them sooner, but he would compensate for all the time lost.
He was invited to another gathering and was excited as he entered the Granville residence. While art might have been the initial motivator, he found far more pleasures than he would have otherwise imagined within the safe walls of this residence. One in particular he found himself eager to be re-acquainted with.
As he made his way through the room, greeting familiar faces and taking in the wonderous sights, he reached for a glass of drink. As he held it to his lips, his scanning eyes finally lay to rest on an all too familiar woman. The first time, it had been with Lucy too which . . . had been quite the discovery to find out that she was Mrs Granville. But now, he hoped for a moment alone with Genevieve. Something about her was truly captivating. She was unlike any other than Benedict had met and found himself intrigued and curious to get to know her better . . . in many aspects of the word.
Making his way to where she stood, he smiled while offering greeting. "Miss Delacroix." He paused for a moment. "Or do you prefer Madame, even here?" Belated realization, for he did not wish to do anything to offend the woman. Far from it. "I was hoping to see you again." Confident enough in himself to at least admit that much. Now, he had yet to determine whether it was mutual, or whether she felt that once with him -- and technically Lucy -- was enough.
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He was invited to another gathering and was excited as he entered the Granville residence. While art might have been the initial motivator, he found far more pleasures than he would have otherwise imagined within the safe walls of this residence. One in particular he found himself eager to be re-acquainted with.
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As he made his way through the room, greeting familiar faces and taking in the wonderous sights, he reached for a glass of drink. As he held it to his lips, his scanning eyes finally lay to rest on an all too familiar woman. The first time, it had been with Lucy too which . . . had been quite the discovery to find out that she was Mrs Granville. But now, he hoped for a moment alone with Genevieve. Something about her was truly captivating. She was unlike any other than Benedict had met and found himself intrigued and curious to get to know her better . . . in many aspects of the word.
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Making his way to where she stood, he smiled while offering greeting. "Miss Delacroix." He paused for a moment. "Or do you prefer Madame, even here?" Belated realization, for he did not wish to do anything to offend the woman. Far from it. "I was hoping to see you again." Confident enough in himself to at least admit that much. Now, he had yet to determine whether it was mutual, or whether she felt that once with him -- and technically Lucy -- was enough.