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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2022 12:28:01 GMT
eloise & genevieve. đź’¬ [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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Post by zora on Nov 1, 2022 23:16:33 GMT
"How, exactly, did you think that having an affair would help our marriage?"
If one told Genevieve five years ago that she’d be married to a Bridgerton she’d have laughed at their face and asked them how in the world they thought the most influential family’s second son could marry a modiste, but she would have been wrong to ask that in more ways than one. In the choice of a Bridgerton in particular. Ever since the family’s second daughter showed interest in her, even thinking of her being able to be Lady Whistledown Genevieve’s focus shifted from romance to business and it stayed like that for months, and then years. Years spent listening to Eloise talking so passionately about reforms and essays, about ideas. About how superficial the ton’s ideals were, about how she wanted more for herself, and soon she sparked a wish in Genevieve for her to be the one to give her that more. To let herself be the one who allows her brightness to shine and for the first time ever to let her own self be vulnerable, to let somebody in. To let ger close and to, for the first time in her life, to trust.
Now, though, she knew better. The long blonde hair on their pillows were the first clue, but now she found the love letters too, and Genevieve could not pretend that everything was fine any longer no matter how hard she tried. “Don’t even attempt to start, El. Don’t.” Genevieve had waited for her to come home from wherever she was. At a rally, that’s what she was told, but how could she possibly believe her now? Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. “I’m sure you’ll have a perfectly good explanation for these, won’t you?” Gen pointed at the letters on the bed, looking up at her wife, not beating around the bush one bit. “I’m certain you’ll find a perfect excuse, full of reason and logic, spin this around to make it all seem just right. So spare me the pleasantries and just tell me, Eloise. How, exactly, did you think that having an affair would help our marriage?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2022 17:40:32 GMT
eloise & genevieve. Clearly, there had been a reason why Eloise was so dead set against finding a husband — because things were supposed to end up like this. She was far happier with Genevieve than she ever would have been with a man, regardless of how complex the situation was. Her family hadn’t shunned her, she wasn’t chained to some insufferable man, and she was still able to attend rallies. Things were as close to perfect as they could possibly be, considering how many rights they were still lacking. Of course it couldn’t last forever.The second Eloise stepped through the door, she knew something was amiss. She’d made a mistake, something was wrong…Gen’s words only drove that point home. Oh. That. Men of the ton had mistresses, even when they had wives, and everyone knew it — but most of them were trapped in unhappy marriages. Eloise couldn’t claim the same. She was happy, more so than she’d ever been before, and yet she didn’t have a quick defense she could jump to. It certainly looked bad.“It’s not what it looks like, Gen. Truly…” Did she sound like those men? Like a rake, with courtesans on every street? As if a woman could ever do that, as if they could ever get away with anything the way men could. Grimacing, she looked from the letters to the woman she’d promised herself to. “Have you read them? The letters.” [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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