Post by Elizabeth Davenport on Sept 26, 2021 23:07:17 GMT
Elizabeth hated everything about the social season. She hated the attention from gentlemen that pretended to be interested in what she had to say, when she knew they really just wanted the title that would come from marrying her. The Davenport family was esteemed among London's finest and Charles Davenport, Marquis of Winchester, currently had one daughter and one son on the marriage market. His eldest son, Alexander, was currently married with an heir already produced, which made the Marquis rather proud. But he was a good man and his reputation showed that. Perhaps it was why he'd had such a good friendship with the patriarch of the Bridgerton family until his death. The two men had been cut from the same cloth. Good men at heart that cared for their families above all.
She knew Eloise had been dreading her season for about as long as her memory could go back. The two were apart in age, but Elizabeth and Eloise had always bonded over their lack of desire to be paraded around. Their reasons were a little different, as Elizabeth had wanted to remain in the country with her family and not have to worry about being married to a man she couldn't stand the sight of. She knew Eloise had dreams of being a writer and Elizabeth always encouraged her when possible.
It was how the pair found themselves in the drawing room of the Bridgerton Estate, Elizabeth reading a book while Eloise did something else. They were meant to be discussing Eloise's upcoming debut but Elizabeth had been fine with simply spending time with her friend and girl she considered to be a younger sister. Closing her book for a moment, she sat up and reached for a biscuit off the tray. "Eloise, what have you been writing about lately?" Elizabeth asked.
She knew Eloise had been dreading her season for about as long as her memory could go back. The two were apart in age, but Elizabeth and Eloise had always bonded over their lack of desire to be paraded around. Their reasons were a little different, as Elizabeth had wanted to remain in the country with her family and not have to worry about being married to a man she couldn't stand the sight of. She knew Eloise had dreams of being a writer and Elizabeth always encouraged her when possible.
It was how the pair found themselves in the drawing room of the Bridgerton Estate, Elizabeth reading a book while Eloise did something else. They were meant to be discussing Eloise's upcoming debut but Elizabeth had been fine with simply spending time with her friend and girl she considered to be a younger sister. Closing her book for a moment, she sat up and reached for a biscuit off the tray. "Eloise, what have you been writing about lately?" Elizabeth asked.
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