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Kate took the seat, and crossed one long leg over the other. While her actions were not dainty they were proper. Which could describe Kate as a whole. She was not dainty like her sister, but she did not embarrass herself either. It was something she did not mind being around her new sister-in-law, as she felt unjudged.

Kate looked back at the door, and then Eloise. "Tis simply the household has been run by your mother for . . . . over thirty years." Kate admitted with a small hint of warmth in her voice that might have even been pride. Or awe. How Violet Bridgerton had done it, and having a house full of children was amazing and frightening.

"And I fear change will come slow. Perhaps with more effort than anticipated." Everyone, family or servant, had been welcoming. It was not the lack of welcome she felt. It was the changing of the guard. She valued Violet but was not sure how to take over the household without stepping on toes.

Kathani "Kate" Bridgerton might have taken a bit to warm up to her now husband, but it had taken incredibly less time for her to find kinship with his sisters. On in particular whom she found rather charming, even if she did not know her well. After a quiet wedding to Anthony, and a perfect time with just the two of them, Kate & him was back in London.

She knew the Ton still had opinions about her marriage, even if the queen had given her favor so they dared not say anything direct. Which was why she had yet to announce her return to anyone just the family. In a few days they could welcome visitors, but for now the quiet days were perfect for settling in.

Currently, Kate was trying to take over the management of the house without stepping on anyone's toes. Violet Bridgerton had managed this household for so many years, and she did not want to push her aside, as she respected her too much. However, she also wanted to take on her role as a viscountess with purpose and pose. Yet every time she turned around and attempted to change something there was always a silent pause. A look that suggested it was not right. That it had not been done that way for years. Or it was not how one did it in England.

No one was disrespectful, but she knew that the change was not happening as smoothly as she intended. Which was why she happened to shut the back door a little too hard as she made her way to the patio for tea time. Only to find her slamming of the door had intruded on someone's reading time. "Eloise." Kate said said in greeting and surprise.

Kathani--Kate--Bridgerton was so overwhelmed with emotion that she could only smile so bright that her face hurt from the joy. There wasn't a word in English or Hindi that she knew to describe the emotion that came with the feeling of marrying a man she had come to love and respect more than she had imagined one count.

Mary had left her whole world behind--her family, friends, everything she had known--to marry Kate's father. It had been the purest example of love, and Kate had assumed it would never happen to her. And yet . . .

Anthony spoke to her, and she turned her face to look into his eyes. Sometimes it had been hard to look into his eyes. Or his face. It had hurt so much because she had wanted it. Wanted it more than her pride and her need to be this pillar of untouchable strength for her family. The more she had gotten to know him, the more his little quarks vexed her more, until she was forced to admit that the 'vexing' was a jealousy that had taken mold.

"I find them wonderful. It is perfect that it is only the people that love us are here." That rather than a grand display of pageantry, it was a display of love. Without looking away from his face, Kate reached her hand out to seek his. While it was not yet an unconscious thought, it was one that made her feel warmer. She liked his hands. They always made her feel flushed, and feverish. She had come to learn more of such emotions that night in the garden when she had learned it was not only his hands that gave her such feelings. And that her touch did so to him as well. "I had not thought I would find so many of them when I came to England." People who loved her. A man who loved her.

He finally sat, and because she could not bare to be a step more then she had to be from him, she knelt there beside him rather then take another chair further from him. Her fingers seeking out his hard, not knowing what else to do. Did he not know her? Not know of their love? How could one forget his wife and children?! What must have happened to him to remember his family but not his . . . family.

"They were to visit family in Summerfeild. It is a few days carriage ride to visit, but I will send someone to let the know you are alive! We have feared you dead." Which meant, at the soonest his family was 2 or 4 days away. "I and our children stayed here."

Her fingers tightened on his. "Anthony, there was a funeral for you. The world thought you had perished at sea with the rest of the sailors." The memory of this filled her with a sadness that she could not bare. even knowing he was alive and here, that sadness, the lingering effects of loosing your soul mate, still felt as if they were going to tear her apart.

"Well, it does make perfect sense that the place to go when avoiding me, is my study." "I did not know it was your study!" "Last I checked Miss Sharma, I currently remain unencumbered by marriage." "One could only wonder why," she muttered with as much if not more scarasim then he had. "Though it does make me wonder, just how long did you intend to remain there?" "I had thought for only a moment to avoid you, how was I know you planned to be a rake." "When I do marry your sister, am I to expect that you will constantly be spying on me then as well?" "You need not worry about such," she said sweetly, before returning to the normal tone in which she always spoke to him, "because you are not marrying my sister!"

Kate knew that on paper he might have been the best catch for Edwina--rich, titled, handsome, large family--but she was not going to let her sister marry a Rake! Aside of the fact that he would break her heart . . . .aside from that fact . . .

Kate could not--would not--explain the feeling that she had. The need to at all cost prevent this. The need to make this union not happen. It was beyond the need to keep her sister safe. It went beyond the need to help her family. There was something more there. Something more that she had to stop. "And had you not seen me? Would you have . . . done whatever it is Rakes do here with your mother's guest right out side the door?"

Seeing her sister's joy was worth whatever numbers were on that paper. It made Kate happy they had managed to afford this season while her sister was still able to enjoy it. Watching her sister hold up the white dress, made Kate wish she could have had a season before she'd become so jaded--though to be honest, she was also glad she had not. Kate had had to grow up very quickly, and she had worked hard to made sure Edwina had not had too.

"You wish to wear your hair down? Now that would cause a scandal!" While in recent times, ladies had begun letting bits of their hair down in public, wearing it loose and down around her shoulders at Edwina's age would cause a bit of an up roar. "Come now, wear it up, with one of those rediculas feathers, and you will look like a dove!"

For all the hunters to set their sights on. This something Kate was keeping an eye on, and what better way to decide on if a man was worthy of her sister or not than to keep Whistledown's gossip in mind.