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    Sophie should have felt extremely , having been to many parties like she assumed this one could possibly be and she had seen many things in her life, though she could not find it within herself to be. This wasn’t like those parties. She did not have Benedict there at those affairs and further she would not be working. She was in one of the finer gowns that Lady Bridgerton had passed down from her daughter’s, dressed to the best of her ability, though it mattered little. What mattered to her was that this was something that was important to Benedict and so this was something that was important to her. That and the idea of being at this party as a couple… It was like the masked ball three years ago once more, only something about it seemed more real. There was no hiding now, not there. And that was wonderful.



    If she would not have been concerned with anyone who might have been passing by, Sophie is sure that she would have been skipping, but she settled for toying with Benedict’s feelings as they walked, making small comments about things that she noticed as they walked by only to fall silent as they reached the door. She responded to the squeeze with a smile, squeezing his hand back before looking to the door. The woman who opened it was greeted with a polite bow of her head and the gentlest of smiles, letting Benedict lead the way as she took a look around the home. The guests, the rooms, looking out for what Benedict had told her about prior to their attendance.



    Out of all the parties she had served for this was by far the most lively. So many things were happening at one time, too many- Sophie hardly able to keep track of them all. In one room people were painting, in others well… doors were being shut so she could hardly catch a glimpse of what was going on. It was only as Benedict spoke that her gaze tore away from the wall and looked ahead instead at the host. The same greeting that she had given the woman at the door was given to him, a smile and a polite nod. It was not until she had smiled at Benedict, though, squeezing his hand in silent reassurance that she was alright. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lord Granville.” It was better to remain formal, at least for now, not wanting to push her extended invitation too much, wanting the friends to talk before she said too much.

Tag : ~bunny~ & ~Benedict Bridgerton~ 

    It was almost as though they were caught in a circle, the pair of them- a waltz that never quite seemed to end. Everywhere she turned or went, Benedict Bridgerton seemed to be there- be it when Sophie was trying to assist the upstairs maids in cleaning the rooms, her would be sitting in there with his sketchbook, or she would be called to have tea with Lady Violet and her daughters and Benedict would be there lounging in a chair with a novel. Sometimes he would even be rounding the opposite corner when she was moving by with the laundry. Nothing was more maddening than catching his gaze and only thinking back to the days at My Cabin or the evening they shared the night they met, their discussion prior about her becoming his mistress and her denial of it, and, almost above all of that, the truth that Benedict did not yet know- who she was. Nothing could possibly be more maddening that watching him and being lost in what if's- Would he turn his back on her if he found out? Would he insist that she become his mistress? Would he have her fired? Had his feelings, or what she was assuming were his feelings, changed since she had rejected his Sophie did not know and she was not sure she wanted to take a chance to find out. Instead she was going to drown herself in work, hope that either the pair of them would discuss their emotions and meet some agreement or until she felt she had worked long enough for it to be respectful to retire. Work became a distraction and something that she tried to use to avoid thinking on all that she was worried about along with what she got paid with and it was what she tried to drown herself in it.



    Thus far, her chores for the day had been completed thoroughly and to her relief and disappointment she had yet to see Benedict. That, of course, only meant that it was a matter of time until she did, but Sophie worked on, thinking now on what she would say to him should she encounter the lord. Sure enough, he was there, sitting in drawing room, sketchbook in hand. After closing the door, her greeting was simple, a small "Good afternoon Mister Bridgerton." Before turning back to dust, then collecting Eloise's missing notebook and Hyacinth's bow as well as of the other things that she could find that the daughters must had left behind, then turning to the door once again.



    ...But it wouldn't open.



    At first she assumed that the door was simply not opening because she had a poor grip on it, but after trying to shift the items in her hand and try again but to no avail. Sighing slightly and moving to set her items down she tried again and was only met with the same result. Oh heavens… had she done something previously to the door when she closed it? Certainly it must be able to open in some way…



    Turning to the man in the room, she smiled softly, apology in her eyes. “I believe we might be locked in.” Part of her wanted to ask if he might be able to try it out, but she did not want to take him from his art. “Would there happen to be a way to open it from this side?”





Tag ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~

Note : And some slightly Angsty Content Featuring Tension but!! Hopefully this is alright! And it is Time For Chaos! 

    It was something that she was not certain that she would ever find not surprising. The Bridgerton's. They were like everything that one might have read in a book, but there was so much more to them. They were kind, intelligent, and each one an individual and proud of it. Sometimes they disagreed, yes, but it always ended in then coming together again. There was never shouting or any severe aggression. It all worked each other out. More than that the fact that they accepted her was beyond her and always surprising whenever she conversed with any of them or, as they had tonight, gathered for one reason or another. Tonight had been a gathering to celebrate Lady Bridgerton's birthday, during which she felt part of them and it was something that stretched beyond their wedding vows. Benedict was reassuring there, but the entire family wiped those thoughts from her mind. And bit by bit, she certainly felt more and more like one of them. Beyond anything material, any jewelry or fine fabric would come as a second gift compared to this family, to Benedict.



    That being said, she was quite eager to be with just him, still feeling as though she was in the blissful state of being newly married. Anytime spent with him be it with his - their family or alone was more than she could have asked for. Hence, there was a grin on her face, moving fast to the carriage waiting to return them home, his hand held tightly, almost pulling him inside.



    "You embarrassed me this evening." Her words said with the softest of smiles, or rather a smirk, small, trying to hide it, but the act did not last long, broken by her laughter, moving to sit by his side at the carriage took off, reaching for his hand. He never could embarrass her, not truly. He could cause her to fluster, feel butterflies in her chest, and case her cheeks to turn the color of cherries, but not mortify her. All she wanted was to make make him smile or laugh. Perhaps both. Moving a little, Sophie took his hand, squeezing it tight and bringing it to her lips, relaxing, overjoyed and more at ease than she had ever been in her life, the feeling only growing with time. She both hoped and knew that the feeling would continue and grow through out there lives. 


Tag ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~

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