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[Mirela Camden]

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❀ it is sure to come true ❀

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tag ● @eloisebridgerton
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This was truly incredible! Mirela felt as if she was on some sort of adventure and hoped never to forget every single moment! One of her readers had reached out to her and suggested she attend a rally; a gathering of women who held progressive ideas and used this platform to share them. As she was born in a middle class family, her education was quite limited and so she hoped to gain some knowledge and perspective by listening to these inspiring women. And the number of people here were far more than she would have thought. Eyes wide like a doe in the environment, Mirela was looking every which way to absorb it all. Writing her column had given her a sense of identity and purpose yet here . . . it felt as it many had so much more to offer the world than she ever could. And she could not wait to learn from them! A woman passing by handed her a pamphlet and before Mirela could thank her, she was lost in the crowd.

The writer looked down at the words, skimming over it without reading it in great detail. Perhaps she should have kept her eyes in front of her though, because with the distraction, coupled by her clumsiness -- which were both a rather deadly combination -- Mirela bumped into another woman! "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed, embarrassed and flustered. "I am so very sorry!" Wonderful! Here she was trying to meet women in a sophisticated way and she had already collided into one of them! "I hope I did not hurt you!" She paused for a moment. "I mean, I do not believe I carry such strength but the concern still stands," she continued, looking over her to see if she had offended the stranger with her carelessness.

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eloise & mirela.

Whereas Eloise was hardly like most of the other attendees of the rallies Theo had introduced her to, she found them to be more thrilling than almost anywhere else she’d been. Perhaps, given her dress alone, she stuck out like a sore thumb — but she felt empowered and finally in a place of like-minded individuals while she was there. The differences didn’t seem nearly as significant as the ideals and values she shared with these women, far more than any young ladies of the ton, who seemed more engaged by inane conversation with suitors than the broadening of their minds or achieving true equality with the men. They believed it when they were told all they were good for was marriage, while Eloise couldn’t stand the thought. If she were to marry, she wished for it to be her own decision, not society’s. Here, she felt justified in her desire for education and equal rights for all.

Caught up as she was skimming over the pamphlet that had been thrust into her hands, she couldn’t have claimed to have noticed Mirela either. For a moment, she worried someone was trying to start some sort of fight — perhaps she’d been recognised, or some riot was about to occur. Instead, she found herself face to face with a woman who hardly looked as if she was about to cause any trouble. “It’s quite alright,” Eloise insisted. Back in Mayfair, her usual response would be to spring to the defensive, offer a jibe or two. Here, she wished to actually get along with these women. “No harm done. Do you come to these rallies often?”

Mirela Camden

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