The next day, she woke up with a glint in her eye and felt she could be successful in the marriage mart. Tonight would be the Hawkins Ball and Miss Penelope had been studying her miniatures. Lord Debling was a suitor she had considered, but after their first interaction, she did want to proceed with caution.
"It's here!" she heard Prudence cry shrilly.
Penelope followed the sound and reached out for the gossip sheet. Panic filled her body.
Dearest Gentle Readers
In a twist that has tongues wagging across the ton, it has come to our attention that the eligible and ever-charming Lord Debling has made a rather unconventional lifestyle choice—he does not eat meat! While the ton is used to the peculiarities of its members, this revelation has certainly sparked intrigue. But that is not all; our dear Lord Debling is also rumored to be in active pursuit of a wife. Will his dietary preferences deter the hopefuls, or will it be the talk of his compassionate heart that wins over a lucky lady?
In a turn of events no one saw coming, the formidable Cressida Cowper has formed an unexpected alliance with none other than Eloise Bridgerton. Known for her sharp wit and even sharper tongue, Cressida has historically been at odds with the more bookish and independent Eloise. Yet, recent sightings of the pair in animated conversation suggest that this unlikely duo has found common ground. Could it be that Cressida has developed a taste for Eloise's radical ideas, or is there another motive at play? Only time will tell.
Scandal has struck at the home of Mrs. Perkins! Known for her strict household management, Mrs. Perkins recently dismissed her maid in a rather abrupt manner. The cause? The poor girl had the audacity to request a day off. The dismissal has raised eyebrows and garnered much sympathy for the maid, who is well-liked in the neighborhood. One wonders how Mrs. Perkins will manage without her, and if this incident will deter others from seeking employment under her roof.
After an extended sojourn abroad, Mr. Colin Bridgerton has returned to London, much to the delight of society's matrons and their marriageable daughters. However, it seems Mr. Bridgerton is in no hurry to settle down. Reports of his attendance at numerous soirées, where he cuts a dashing figure and charms the ladies with tales of his travels, suggest that he is relishing his bachelor status. One can only speculate on how long this rakish phase will last before he follows in the matrimonial footsteps of his siblings.
Yours Truly
Lady Whistledown
Penelope realized her error; she had sent for the gossip sheet to be printed before she and Colin had resolved their issues. It was too late.
"She speaks of your precious Bridgertons," chimed Phillipa.
"She is wrong," Penelope scowled at her.
It was time to get ready for the ball. She had to prepare herself for the evening ahead. She had a new sage green dress made at the modiste, which was adorned with delicate peonies and a lace trim. She wouldn't look horrendous, and that pleased her.
As it drew closer to the evening, she asked Ray to sweep her hair to the side with gentle curls framing her face. Ray placed peonies that matched her dress in the side of her hair, and Penelope smiled at her reflection. The smile was brief, but it warmed her to feel some comfort in her appearance for a change.
The ballroom was flooded with warm light that emanated from the dazzling chandeliers above. A beautiful melody played, and she found a spot by the refreshments to observe.
"Miss Featherington, how lovely to see you," Lord Debling chirped.
"Lord Debling, yes, it is lovely to see you too, sir," she responded with a sprinkle of anxiety in her throat.
"Are you well?" he asked politely.
"As well as one can be in a place like this," she chortled.
"I am glad you agree. I am so pleased I have found entertainment in your company this evening," he smiled at her.
"Apologies for my candor, but it is awfully boring this evening. Well, it was until you began our conversation," she cheerily replied with a hint of flirtation.
"May I have the next dance, Miss Featherington?" he asked with charm.
"Yes, my Lord," she beamed.