Chapter 6: Tides of Expectation
In the days following the dinner at Thorne's estate, the Bridgerton household was abuzz with subtle excitement, particularly from Violet, who saw in Oliver a potential suitor capable of matching her intelligent and often headstrong daughter.
One morning, over a quiet breakfast, Violet broached the subject with Eloise, her tone light but filled with maternal curiosity. "My dear, Mr. Thorne is quite the gentleman, isn't he? He seems to have taken a particular interest in you. Has he spoken of any... intentions?"
Eloise, who had been stirring her tea absentmindedly, looked up, meeting her mother's hopeful gaze with a measured one of her own. "Mother, Oliver and I are merely acquaintances who find a certain comfort in our discussions. I believe we are both far from considering anything beyond that."
Violet sighed, her dreams of wedding bells softly clanging in the distance. "Of course, darling. But do remember, friendships between a single man and woman of marriageable age often lead to other affections. It would be prudent to consider your feelings carefully."
The conversation lingered in Eloise's mind as she met with Penelope Featherington later that day. Penelope, ever the confidante, was eager to discuss the developments. "Eloise, you must tell me everything! Is Mr. Thorne as intriguing as he seems? Do I sense a budding romance amidst all this intellectual camaraderie?"
Eloise smiled wryly, shaking her head at her friend's insatiable curiosity. "Penelope, you read too many novels. Oliver and I share interests, yes, but we are navigating a friendship—one that is founded on mutual respect, not romantic inclination."
Yet, despite her words, Eloise found herself pondering the depth of her feelings for Oliver. Their recent encounters had revealed layers to his character that resonated deeply with her own ideals and aspirations. The thought of exploring something deeper was both thrilling and terrifying.
The following week, Eloise and Oliver arranged to meet at a quiet tea room, away from the prying eyes of society. As they sat across from each other, the conversation flowed effortlessly, touching upon books, politics, and their views on the changes sweeping through London's streets.
It was during one such discussion that Oliver paused, his expression contemplative. "Eloise, our meetings have become the highlights of my week. I find your insights refreshing and your company most agreeable."
Eloise's heart fluttered at his words, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "And I yours, Oliver. It's a rare thing to find someone who challenges and understands in equal measure."
As they parted that day, the line between friendship and something more felt blurred. Eloise walked home, her mind a whirl of possibilities. She was not yet ready to define what was growing between them, but she knew one thing for certain: Oliver Thorne had become an essential part of her world.