After the exhilarating event at the Royal Ascot, Penelope Featherington found herself being invited at the stately Bridgerton residence. Her mother, Lady Portia Featherington, never one to overlook a social opportunity, had eagerly accepted the Bridgertons' invitation for Penelope to join them for dinner. With Lord Brambly withdrawing his intentions of marriage, Portia saw Anthony Bridgerton as the most promising suitor for her youngest daughter. After all, it was her dream to have any of her daughters to be wed off to the esteemed and wealthy Bridgerton family.
Anthony, on the other hand, was beset by nerves. Penelope had dined with his family before, but this evening felt different. This would be the first dinner with her as his intended - at least, the lady he planned to court, for all the numerous times she had joined before was only being his sister Eloise's dearest friend.
While some of his siblings suspected his intentions, he had yet to make any formal declaration. The uncertainty gnawed at him, for he had not received any response from Penelope since the night he expressed his wish to become her suitor.
As the grandfather clock in the foyer loomed, its chimes waiting to resound through the hall, Anthony paced back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back. He intended to fetch Penelope from the Featherington estate and escort her to his home, but he was wary of arriving too early, fearing she might not be ready yet.
The sound of the front door opening caused Anthony to halt mid-stride. His second brother, Benedict, entered, a smirk playing on his lips. "Anthony, you appear as if you're about to face a firing squad. Are you quite alright, brother?"
Anthony managed a tight smile. "Benedict. I am merely.. Preparing myself for the evening."
Benedict chuckled, leaning casually against the wall. "Is that what we're calling it now? Preparing? You look more like a caged lion."
Anthony shot his brother with a reproachful look. "Must you always tease?"
"Only when it is so easy, brother." Benedict's expression softened. Despite his playful manner towards his older sibling, Ben feels sympathy for the man. "Are you worried about Penelope?"
Anthony sighed, running a hand through his chestnut hair. "I have yet to hear her thoughts on my proposal. I cannot help but feel anxious."
Benedict nodded thoughtfully. "Pen has always been fond of our family, Ant. Give her time. She will come around."
Just then, the clock struck the hour, its chimes echoing through the grand hall. Anthony straightened his coat, drawing a deep breath. "It is time. I must go fetch Penelope."
As Anthony made his way to the door, his mother, Violet, appeared, her eyes twinkling with maternal warmth. "Dearest, you look dashing. Penelope will be charmed, I am certain."
Anthony smiled gratefully at his mother. "Thank you, mother. I hope you are right."
With a final glance at his family, he stepped out into the cool evening air, he took the steps to the Featherington estate. The journey felt both interminably long and fleetingly short, his mind racing with thoughts of Penelope.
Upon arriving at the Featherington household, Anthony was greeted by the ever enthusiastic dowager baroness, Lady Portia. "Ah, Lord Bridgerton, what a pleasure to see you. Penelope will be down shortly. Do come in."
Anthony nodded politely, stepping inside. His eyes were drawn to the grand staircase, and soon enough, Penelope appeared at the top, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She descended gracefully, her gaze meeting the Viscount's.
"Good evening, Miss Featherington. You look enchanting." Anthony greeted with a warm voice.
"Good evening, Lord Bridgerton. Thank you." Penelope replied softly.
Anthony escorted Penelope from the Featherington estate to the Bridgerton house, his arm offered gallantly which the young redhead took with a graceful nod. As they entered the grand foyer, Humboldt, the ever efficient butler, greeted them with a bow.
"The family has already assembled in the dining hall, my lord." Humboldt informed them. "The Duchess and Duke of Hastings have also arrived and are settled with the rest of the family."
Anthony thanked the old man, then turned to Penelope with a reassuring smile. "Are you ready to face my family, Penelope? They can be quite.. Energetic, especially when gathered all together."
Penelope smiled back, her nerves steadied by Anthony's calm presence. She could not understand why Anthony had to worry. She had been accustomed to being with his family for years and had known how chaotic they can be. But seeing the Viscount's concern for her is surely a welcomed idea on her end. "I am ready, Anthony."
As they entered the dining hall, the lively chatter of the Bridgerton family ceased, and all eyes turned to the new arrivals. Anthony's younger siblings – Hyacinth, Gregory, together with Eloise, bounced in their seats, delighted to see Penelope and eagerly vying for her attention.
"Penelope, sit by me!" Hyacinth pleaded, her eyes wide with excitement.
"No, sit by me!" Gregory insisted, his youthful face alight with eagerness. Just like his youngest sister, he wanted to have Penelope's attention for tonight, for he had been harboring a crush on the redhead since he had learned what the term crush means.
However, the two youngest's hopes were meant to be let down as Eloise chimed in. "Pen, you should sit next to me. I am your best friend after all." A mischievous grin was showing on Eloise's face, as if showing her younger siblings that she won their contest for Penelope's sitting companionship.
The dowager Viscountess, Violet Bridgerton, watched the scene with fond amusement, her eyes twinkling. She is just so glad to have the youngest Featherington easily integrate into their family. Seeing how loved Penelope is, by her very own children, makes her desire to have the redhead be her daughter-in-law stronger by day. Even Francesca, who was always quiet joined in on the youngests' banter, offering a seat by her side if Penelope found the decision too difficult.
Amid the playful competition, Anthony guided Penelope to the vacant seat on his right. The room fell into a stunned silence. For that seat was traditionally reserved for the Viscountess, and had always been unoccupied since Anthony had yet to marry.
The siblings exchanged glances, silently questioning their oldest brother's unprecedented decision. Anthony, sensing their confusion, cleared his throat and spoke. "Whenever Penelope dines with us, she will sit here, to my right." He declared, using his authoritative voice as the Viscount.
The younger Bridgertons, who were unaware and have no idea on Anthony's intentions with Penelope exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of what this meant. Simon, the Duke of Hastings, who had been a long time friend of Anthony's and who was out of the loop on his friend's advances towards the young redhead, raised an eyebrow and addressed him.
"Anthony, are you certain about this?" Simon asked politely. "You do realize the implications of such seating arrangements, do you not? One might draw rather.. Specific conclusions. Everyone knows that seat is traditionally reserved for your wife or the woman you intend to marry. It might cause misunderstandings among the servants and future guests."
Anthony's lips quirked into a half-smile as he met Simon's gaze. "Indeed, Hastings. And perhaps it is time those conclusions were drawn." He turned to face his family, his voice clear and steady. "I have an announcement to make. It is my intention to court Miss Penelope Featherington, with the ultimate aim of making her my wife and my future Viscountess."
A chorus of gasps and exclamations erupted around the table. Francesca clapped her hands in delight, while Hyacinth and Gregory's mouth hung open in shock. Violet's eyes, on the other hand, glistened with unshed tears of joy. While already aware of his brother's intentions, Eloise pouted her lips as she could not imagine his brother being Pen's husband. She was glad, however, with the idea of having Penelope as her real sister.
Meanwhile, amidst the resounding voices of the Bridgertons who were delighted to hear Anthony's announcement, Penelope finds herself overwhelmed, swallowing hard as she was swarmed with his siblings' enthusiasm with her becoming an official part of their family. Was this the reason Anthony asked her earlier if he was ready to face his family? She looked around and could see on everyone's faces that they were truly happy with the thought of Anthony courting and possibly marrying her. At least she feels that she is accepted, that is most important.
As the room erupted in excitement, Daphne and Simon congratulated Anthony, expressing their approval of Penelope as a future Viscountess. Violet and Benedict exchanged contented smiles, pleased to see the secret finally out and everyone welcoming Penelope in the family.
But before any celebratory toast was made, Anthony raised his hand to quiet the room. "I am glad to see you all approve of Penelope. She is a remarkable woman, and I can think of no one more worthy to be by my side. However, I find myself in a rather awkward position. You see, while I declared my intentions to Miss Featherington at the Trowbridge ball, I have yet to receive her thoughts on the matter."
All eyes swiveled to Penelope, whose cheeks had turned a becoming shade of pink. Anthony turned to her, his expression a mixture of hope and mischief. "So, Penelope, what say you? Will you do me the honor of accepting my suit?"
Penelope felt the weight of expectation from every Bridgerton in the room. She took a deep breath, her mind racing. This was not how she had envisioned giving her answer, but then again, nothing about her relationship with Anthony had been conventional. She felt both admiration and exasperation towards Anthony for putting her on the spot in such a manner. She took a moment to collect herself, seeing the hopeful and pleading expressions of his whole family, silently urging her to say yes.
Internally, Penelope was cursing Anthony for his audacity, yet she knew she had already made her decision. Though their union might not be a love match, it would be built on mutual respect and friendship, a foundation far stronger than any arranged marriage her mother, Lady Featherington, might propose.
"My lord." She began, her voice was soft but steady. "You have quite cleverly managed to put me in a position where refusal would not only break your heart but potentially those of your entire family." A ripple of laughter ran through the room, easing some of the tension.
Penelope's eyes met Anthony's, and in that moment, she saw not just the confident Viscount, but the man who had shown her kindness, respect, and genuine interest. "Fortunately for us all, I have no intention of causing such widespread devastation. Anthony, I would be honored to accept your suit."
The dining room erupted in cheers and congratulations. Hyacinth and Francesca bounced in their seats with excitement, while Benedict raised his glass in a silent toast. Violet dabbed at her eyes with a lace handkerchief, beaming at the couple.
Anthony reached for Penelope's hand, bringing it to his lips for a chaste kiss. "You have made me the happiest of men, Penelope." He murmured, his eyes shining with genuine affection.
As the family settled into their meal, the conversation flowing freely with plans and well-wishes, Penelope caught Anthony's eye across the table. In that moment, she realized that while their match may not have begun with the burning passion of a love match, the warmth and respect between them held the promise of something deeper, something that could grow into a love as enduring as it was expected.
Penelope, her heart swelling with happiness, felt a sense of belonging among the Bridgertons. The evening continued with laughter and camaraderie, and as Penelope looked around the table, she knew she had made the right choice.
The moon cast a soft, silvery glow over the Bridgerton garden, illuminating the path that led Penelope and Eloise to the beloved swings. These wooden seats, suspended by sturdy ropes from an ancient oak, had been the sanctuary for many heartfelt conversations. Tonight was no different as they settled into their usual spots, the gentle creak of the swings blending with the nocturnal symphony of the garden.
Penelope gazed up at the star-studded sky, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I shall miss these moments, Eloise, when we could speak freely under the stars."
Eloise chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nonsense, Penelope. Once you marry Anthony, we shall have even more time together. Oh, Pen! Can you believe it? We will truly be sisters now. No more begging your mama for permission to see each other. We'll share breakfasts, afternoon teas and dinners all the time. Even those dreadful visits to the modiste will be bearable with you by my side." She grinned mischievously. "And thank heavens, we can finally rid your wardrobe of those ghastly citrus hues!"
Penelope chuckled softly, her red curls bouncing as she swung. "I must admit, the prospect of a new wardrobe is rather enticing."
"And just imagine.." Eloise continued, her voice taking on a triumphant tone. "Cressida Cowper won't dare cross word to you once you're Viscountess Bridgerton. The other ladies of the ton will be green with envy!"
As Eloise's enthusiasm waned, Penelope sensed a shift in her friend's mood. "Come now, El. I can practically hear the 'but' forming on your lips. What troubles you about this courtship?"
Eloise sighed deeply, her swing slowing to a gentle sway. "I am thrilled for you, truly. Yet, I worry. Pen, you know I love Anthony dearly despite his many flaws, but… Will you truly be happy with him? You've always been such a romantic at heart." She reached out, grasping Penelope's hand. "You deserve the world, Pen. I'd hate to see you trapped in a loveless marriage, devoid of love, no matter how secure Anthony's title might make you."
Penelope's heart warmed at Eloise's concern. "Oh, El, you are too kind. I have thought long and hard about this. While our match may not have started with passion, I believe it will be a good one. Anthony has always treated me with respect and consideration. He is a true gentleman, and I trust him."
Eloise tilted her head, skepticism in her gaze. "Anthony can be grumpy, stiff and insufferably overbearing. You, on the other hand, are gentle and sweet. He does not deserve you, Penelope."
Penelope felt a pang of sadness at the thought, knowing Eloise's view of her was slightly idealized. If only she knew the truth about Lady Whistledown. "Oh, El." Penelope said softly, squeezing her friend's hand. "Your concern means the world to me. But please, do not fret. While Anthony and I may not have begun as a love match, we have a strong foundation of mutual respect and growing friendship."
She smiled, remembering Anthony's kindness at the Danbury ball. "Your brother truly cares for me, El. He values my thoughts and opinions. Anthony may seem stern but he has a kind heart. It was him who helped me avoid Lord Brambly's proposal. I know he has shouldered the weight of his title from a young age. But I believe, if I become his wife, I might see a softer side of him, much like the one your father showed your mother."
Eloise considered this, her expression thoughtful. "You might be right. Father was gentle with mother. I suppose there is hope Anthony will be the same."
Penelope warmly smiled at the brunette. She wanted to ease her friend of her worries, for if not, she herself might start to have doubts on this courtship as well. "Everything will be alright, Eloise. We are just beginning our courtship. There is much yet to learn about each other. We are not even sure if Anthony will pursue marriage after this courtship."
Eloise nodded slowly, processing Penelope's words. "I suppose you're right. But Pen, you must know that once a Bridgerton sets their mind to something, they're utterly relentless. And you have become that something. Anthony won't rest until he's made you his wife."
A mischievous glint appeared in Eloise's eyes. "And speaking of Bridgertons good luck managing the rest of us! We're quite the handful, you know."
Both ladies burst into laughter, the tension dissipating as they continued to swing gently in the gathering twilight.
"Oh, El." Penelope said, wiping away tears of mirth. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Your family's chaos is part of its charm. And who knows? Perhaps Anthony and I will grow and learn to love each other deeply in time."
Eloise smiled warmly at her friend. "I hope you do, Pen. You both deserve that kind of happiness."
As the stars began to twinkle above them, the two friends sat in companionable silence, each contemplating the changes that lay ahead. For Penelope, it was a future filled with both excitement and trepidation. For Eloise, it was the bittersweet realization that while she might be gaining a sister, their relationship would inevitably shift, for she knew that once Pen will be an official part of their family, her siblings will have equal rights to get Penelope's attentions.
Yet as they sat there, swinging gently in the garden that had witnessed so many of their confidences, both women felt a sense of peace. Whatever the future held, they would face it together, their bond of friendship as strong and enduring as ever.
The tranquil night air was suddenly punctuated by a deliberate cough, causing both Eloise and Penelope to turn their heads. There, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, stood Anthony Bridgerton, his hands clasped behind his back and his posture every inch the proper Viscount.
"Eloise." He said, his voice carrying a gentle but firm authority. "I'm afraid it's growing rather late. I must escort Penelope back to her home."
Eloise sighed dramatically, but there was understanding in her eyes. "Very well, brother. I suppose I can't keep Pen all to myself forever." She turned to Penelope, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "I'll come see you tomorrow." She whispered, before reluctantly retreating towards the house.
As Eloise's footsteps faded, Anthony and Penelope found themselves alone, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon the garden. Anthony cleared his throat, his usual confidence wavering slightly.
"I trust you had an enjoyable evening with my family, Pen?" He inquired, his voice softer than usual.
Penelope's smile was radiant, rivaling the beauty of the moonlit sky. "Indeed, Anthony. Everything was delightful.. Aside from being put on the spot when you asked for my permission to court me." She teased gently.
Anthony stood transfixed, mesmerized by the way the moonlight played across Penelope's features. It wasn't until she tilted her head in confusion that he realized he had been staring in silence.
"I.. that is to say.." He stammered, uncharacteristically flustered. "Ehem. Thank you, Penelope, for gracing us with your presence this evening, and for.. For agreeing to my suit." He took a steadying breath. "I vow to be a true gentleman and to strive to be worthy of becoming the man you choose as your husband."
Penelope's smile softened, a warmth suffusing her expression that made Anthony's heart race. "Anthony, it is I who should be grateful." She said softly. "To have a suitor such as yourself.. It's more than I ever dared dream. I'm thankful for the chance to be matched with such a kind and.. Pleasant gentleman." She added, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.
Her expression turned slightly more serious. "We must, of course, inform my mama of our courtship."
The mention of Lady Featherington seemed to snap Anthony back to reality. "Ah, yes." He said, his usual composure returning. "I intend to speak with her this very evening, when I escort you home."
He offered his arm to Penelope, who gracefully accepted it. As they began their journey towards the Featherington estate, Anthony found himself hyper-aware of Penelope's presence beside him. The soft rustle of her skirts, the delicate scent of her perfume, the warmth of her hand on his arm – all of it combined to create a heady sensation he had never before experienced.
"Penelope.." He said softly as they walked. "I want you to know that while our courtship may have begun in an unconventional manner, I have the utmost respect for you. I look forward to getting to know you better in the coming weeks."
Penelope glanced up at him, her eyes shining in the moonlight. "As do I, Anthony. I believe we may surprise each other yet."
As they continued their stroll through the lamplit streets of Mayfair, both Anthony and Penelope felt a sense of anticipation building. Whatever the future held, they were stepping into it together, with hope, respect, and the potential for something truly extraordinary.