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by kibass91

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18. I dont belong my beloved and neither do

Summary:

Just a fortnight after the Featherington Ball, Penelope sits lonely on one of the swings in the Bridgerton family's garden, watching on as festivities take place for the announcement of the Viscount's engagement to Miss. Kate Sharma.

Penelope still reeling from the aftermath of Eloise ending their friendship and Colin's hurtful words shattering her heart, went out to the garden to find solace in the luminescence of the moonlight.

Fate brought her something else entirely, as Benedict Bridgerton made his way out of the ball and stumbled into not only the garden, but also into Penelope Featherington's heart.

I'm bad at summaries. Penelope x Benedict endgame/HEA.

Title from the song "the lakes" by Taylor Swift.

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Swaying back and forth while kicking her feet slightly at the ground, Penelope sits quietly subdued in the outside garden of the Bridgerton's seasonal home. The moonlight shines softly illuminating her blazing auburn hair and the many jewels hand-sewn into one of her most monstrous dresses provided by her mother. She sits quietly and lonely, as it has been a fortnight since her dearest and ever curious partner in crime, Eloise, has uncovered the true identity of Lady Whistledown: Miss Penelope Featherington. Eloise Bridgerton has provided her with no correspondence and what comradeship they did have is flickering out, like the last bit of wax left on a candle. The aftermath brought forth her decision to cease the printing of her society papers, and she is to pull away even more from the population of the ton.

Tonight, Penelope sits alongside the ghost of their friendship, as she watches, what feels like the entirety of the Ton celebrate the joyous soon-to-be union of Viscount Bridgerton and Kate Sharma. What a right mess that brought those two together, but they do share a mysterious, romantic connection between them. Poor Edwina, though for being strung along in the way that Viscount Bridgerton did. Not as if I have any knowledge of the pain she is going through, Penelope sighs to herself in a way one would describe as sarcastically bitter. She feels her heart clench as she thinks of Colin, and the cruel words in which he announced publicly to a group of the absolute worst gentlemen that the idea of courting her was laughable. Although the gentlemen being the worst of the worst the Ton has to offer, it is their opinion of her that will decide her worth of at the very least a decent suitor.

With that being said, she is entering a new chapter of her life. Leaving behind the crushed hopes and dreams of romance and friendship, and embracing what life has left to offer, whether that be her becoming a spinster or running off to become a writer under a completely new identity. Her Lady Whistledown funds have fortunately left her many options.

Deep in thought, she is startled by the shuffling of feet approaching her. She turns her head to see the stranger approaching, when in reality it isn't a stranger and is in fact Benedict Bridgerton himself lazily hobbling over towards the swings, one of which is unoccupied. Their eyes meet in a curious gaze and he stops, pausing on his way over to her. Still locking eyes with her, he pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it, taking a drag he blows the smoke out. Penelope blushes softly from the embarrassment of holding his stare for such a long period of time. Keeping her gaze ahead, she gazes at the landscape in front of her. Benedict continues his stroll and lazily seats himself in the swing next to Penelope.

"Good evening, Mr. Bridgerton." Penelope glances at him briefly.

"A good evening it is, Miss Featherington. May I ask what on earth are you doing out here, especially unchaperoned?" Benedict inquires curiously, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"I could ask you the same, Mr. Bridgerton. In fact, we are in quite a scandalous position." Penelope comments.

"Well, I do not see a member of the Ton in sight, and only family and close friends know the knowledge of the grounds of our seasonal estate, so I believe we are indeed safe." Benedict smiles cheekily at her. He catches her eyeing his cigarette and holds it out to her. Accepting his offer graciously, she takes a greedy drag of the cigarette before passing it back. "My, my, my Miss Featherington, I do believe you are increasing the severity of this alleged scandalous position we are in." Benedict's shock wears off and continues, "Where on earth did you pick up this awful habit." Passing the cigarette back to Penelope, she finishes it off. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know, Mr. Bridgerton," she chuckles softly to herself, "No one pays attention to an insipid wallflower like myself," she pauses with a bit of bitterness in her tone, before shaking here head. She clears her throat, continuing with a shrug, "It has come to my attention, that I possess quite the remarkable ability to remain invisible to those among the Ton. That in itself allows me have to have ample free time, and develop such habits." She smirks at him, and Benedict chuckles with her softly smiling. "There appears to be much more to you, than I had previously thought, Miss. Featherington."

They sit in silence for a while, until Benedict breaks it, while slightly swinging back and forth, "You must be wondering why I found my way out here tonight," Benedict says with a quick glance towards Penelope. Penelope sends him an encouraging smile for him to continue. Benedict takes in a breath, "A fortnight ago I found out my eldest brother paid for my acceptance into the Royal Art School. Which has led me to question whether or not I should even consider to continue my schooling or quit all at once," Benedict sighed softly, putting his cigarette out. "I cannot bear to sit quietly and celebrate my brother's second engagement, while I am having to pretend, that I have no idea what he has done to secure my position at such a prestigious institution." Standing up Benedict placing his hand under his chin, slightly rubbing it, as he paces back and forth.

As usual Penelope quietly observes, in order to make sure of herself that he is finished, as well as reflecting on the information at hand. She gracefully stands and makes her way over to Benedict. She carefully raises her right hand and places it on his shoulder to stop his pacing. The man pauses and looks into Miss Featherington's eyes. Taking a breath in, casting her eyes down, Penelope begins. "I do not know your brother on a personal level my lord, but I have observed your brotherhood and the entirety of your familial bond from afar for as long as you have known me. I believe with all my heart, Mr. Bridgerton, that the decision in which the Viscount made to ensure your acceptance was done solely from the goodness of his heart. I am confident that his intentions are nothing but pure… the pureness of wanting and wishing for your loved one to succeed." Penelope exhales and finally looks up into Benedict's eyes.

Benedict's dreamy dark brown eyes shine into hers, and for a second of time it feels like the world has stopped. Through this single stare it feels as if he is breaking down all her walls to see into the deep depths of her soul. His intense gaze, that is filled with nothing but curiosity and another emotion in which she cannot decipher.

In fear of having said too much, she looks away and ever so slightly let's go of his shoulder. Before she can begin profusely apologizing for overstepping, Benedict interrupts her train of thought. Clearing his throat, "… words cannot describe how much I appreciate your most sincere words, Penelope. I do believe you have brought forth an entirely new perspective before my eyes, and for that I must thank you." As he finishes his sentiment, he reaches out to the hand that she dropped, holding it in his grasp and squeezing it softly once before dropping it. Blushing, she nods with a soft smile on her face shining up at Benedict. With experiencing such an intimate moment, she finds herself at a loss of words.

"I do believe we should take our leave, before someone discovers not only your absence but also mine," Benedict grins cheekily at her, "the gentleman in me will even allow you to go first, Miss. Featherington." He finishes following with a wink. She laughs softly, and at this moment she does not believe her face could get anymore red than it is. "Well, my Lord, I assure you do not have to worry about my absence, but I must agree we should indeed return back the celebration before our luck runs out," She bids her goodbye to Benedict, grinning widely at him as she formally curtseys in front of him.

Turning around and heading back into the Bridgerton estate, she's not made it but a few steps before Benedict hollers out, "Miss Featherington, I must insist you save a dance for me! I do not know how I will survive this celebratory ball without company I truly enjoy."

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In true Penelope fashion, she reenters the ongoing splendid celebrations of the future Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton without anyone genuinely noticing her reappearance or questioning her lengthy absence. Stopping at the refreshments table to acquire a fresh lemonade, she bumps into Colin and Eloise Bridgerton, the presence of both feeling like a dagger straight into the back as she recalls not only Colin's hurtful words, but also the intense, earth shattering quarrel Eloise and her had. Politely smiling at them she quickly attempts to take her leave, when Colin calls out to her, causing her to pause, "Pen, where on earth have you been?" his smile growing by the second, "Celebrations are to wrap soon, and we have not shared one dance!"

It took all her strength to not openly scoff and roll her eyes at Colin, she stared at with an uninterested blank expression on her face. She thought bitterly to herself, for someone who appears to enjoy my company – oh so much! – one would think he would not announce to the entire Ton how mad an eligible gentleman must be to court me!

Before she can say anything, "Well I imagine she's been very busy tonight, hugging the wall in her true spirit of being the notorious wallflower of the Ton," Eloise retorts scornfully to her. Colin's eyebrows raise up and his eyes widen as he turns towards his sister in shock at her vicious comment towards, who everyone had understood to be her dearest friend had.

Penelope feels her face burn from the cruel remark, she turns her gaze to anywhere but the presence of her current company. Refusing to say anything in response, she begins to take a careful step away from the duo.

"Eloise… I… Well, I am at a loss for words…I uh-" Colin stammers, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. A range of emotions exploding across his face. Shock. Confusion. A hint of anger.

Taking her leave, "Well, it was very nice seeing you. Please do send my congratulations to Viscount Bridgerton and Miss. Sharma. I have had a wonderful evening," pausing as she barely holds back a wince, which does not go unnoticed by either Eloise or Colin, "Well, I must be heading off to find my mother and sisters," She curtseys to Colin, and hurriedly backs away.

Just as she turns around and begins heading in the opposite direction. She completely loses her balance, and as she imagines is about to fall to her societal death, she is gracefully caught by none other than Benedict Bridgerton.

"Mr. Bridgerton," she says breathily, trying to calm her breathing. Steadying her, the second eldest child of the Bridgerton family beams his most charming smile at her. "My, my, Miss Featherington when I asked for you to save me a dance, I did not have this in mind," he cheekily whispers in her quietly. Penelope gazes at him for a moment, and then Penelope lets out a bubbly laugh, and the sound of her twinkling laughter causes him to grin even brighter at her.

Penelope smiles brightly at him, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "I must apologize, and I would like to attest that my previous actions are in no way a reflection of my gracefulness on the dance floor." She replies just as cheekily.

"I guess we will have to put you to the test, Miss Featherington." Benedict says in an almost whisper, gazing deeply into her eyes.

"I suppose so, Mr. Bridgerton," Penelope says in a teasing voice as she curtseys, as a lady would, holding his gaze just as deeply.

As they gaze affectionately at one another, it feels as if they can feel their souls colliding and intertwining with one another. Time has suddenly stood still, and they are the only ones in the room. Both Penelope and Benedict are continuing to passionately gaze at one another, as the ongoing Ton looks at them with a mixture of bewilderment and confusion.

Lady Bridgerton smiles politely and notions for the band to start back up for the final dance of the night.

The music breaking through to the tiny world they created of their own, Penelope and Benedict startle.

"I guess that is our cue, Miss Featherington?" Benedict says as he holds out his hand to her. Nodding, she smiles and softly places her hand in his. Glancing down briefly at their hands, he leads her to the center of the room. As they enter the dance floor, she cannot help but notice a little pink tint to Benedict's cheeks.

The music drifts above them as they dance together more elegantly than any of the townspeople would have suspected. Chatting away and laughing, displaying such a genuine pleasure of one another's company. As the people of society return to their previous activities, the sudden affection the pair have for one another will not be forgotten anytime soon.

Shuffling down the grand staircase, with his sketchbook in his hand, Benedict enters the drawing room. He greets his mother with a kiss on the cheek, and then greets the rest of the family. Settling himself onto the settee closest to the window. Minding his own business, he begins absentmindedly sketching while listening to the background music of Francesca practicing her pianoforte. He tries to remember everything he can about that night in the garden, but he finds himself struggling. It is not until he draws a blank on the internal argument his brain is having over the hue of the light reflecting off of Penelope's hair, that he notices the entirety of his family staring at him.

Tucking the pencil behind his ear, he stares back at them waiting for them to say something. Growing irritated at their persistent staring, "What?" he asks impatiently. Glancing back down at his sketch.

"Oh, nothing of importance… we just had some questions is all." Lady Bridgerton says carefully.

"About what, mother?" Benedict asks in a soft tone while smiling kindly at her.

"About Anthony and Kate's engagement ball." Lady Bridgerton states in a calm tone, but her eyes watch her second son curiously.

"Yes, and what about the ball?" Benedict inquires, as his gaze shifts back down to his sketchbook. He continues sketching the outline of Penelope, smiling softly.

There's a pause. A gigantic one. In fact, a pause, so significant that Benedict looks up again from his sketchbook to find his family all staring at him. Huffing exasperatedly, "Could someone please get on with it and ask their questions already." Benedict states.

"Oh, for the love of it!" Eloise stands up suddenly. "Everyone in this bloody Ton has witnessed the interaction between you and Miss. Featherington, brother. Mother and the rest of the family would like to know your intentions with that trite wallflower. I certainly do not care or wish to know so much information about it," Eloise blurts out assertively, exhaling harshly once finished.

"Eloise!" Lady Bridgerton calls out in a reprimanding tone, she gives Eloise a stern look. In complete shock, Benedict presents a face of complete bewilderment due to not only the current inquiries, but also the enraged outburst Eloise just illustrated to the entire family. The entire family seems to go quiet for a moment.

Colin, clearing his throat and gaining the attention of the room, "Eloise, you seem to have a very sudden change of heart for your dearest friend. Would you like to explain that?"

Scoffing, Eloise plops back down into her chair and picks up her book again acting as if she is completely disinterested in the conversation. "There is not much to say other than Penelope is not who I previously had thought her to be, and I no longer wish to associate myself with Miss Featherington." Eloise ends the conversation tuning back into her book and ignoring the looks of confusion her mother is giving her.

The atmosphere of the room remains tense, until one of the footmen informs Lady Bridgerton a caller has arrived for Miss Eloise Bridgerton.

With the announcement of a caller for Eloise, the rest of the Bridgerton family begins to quickly reset the drawing room. Benedict glances around, watching as his excited mother begins listing advice for Eloise to follow, Hyacinth and Gregory gather themselves onto one of the settees, and Francesca resumes her seat at the piano. Colin and Anthony place themselves across from the younger children, leaving the more formal side of seating open to Eloise and this supposed caller.

Benedict revels in light of the distraction in front of him and slips away quietly. Shuffling into his coat he grabs his sketchbook and heads out of the Bridgerton seasonal estate, making his way into the town in no direction particularly. Without another thought of the conversation previously at hand, but yet still trying to picture the exact image of Penelope in the family garden that night.

Miss Penelope Featherington found herself in a state of moderate distress, as she listened to her mother badger her about her light-skirt actions at a ball hosted by the Bridgerton family themselves.

Exhaling slowly, trying to calm herself as she tunes out her mother. Staring out the window as she thinks about the intimate moment she shared with the second eldest Bridgerton son, blushing lightly at the thought of their private embrace outside in the garden. Thank goodness my mother knows absolutely nothing on the matter of my whereabouts that night.

Reaching what feels to be the end of the conversation her mother begins wrapping up the conversation by saying, "Penelope, my dearest, I mean this with the bottom of my heart that dance meant absolutely nothing to that Bridgerton boy. Now, I let you entertain the idea of your silly fascination of Colin Bridgerton, but do not think for a second either of those boys will chose you over anyone much more physically appealing in this Ton. Honestly, this conversation is nonsense anyway if that boy had any interest in you, he would be calling on you today." Lady Featherington finishes.

Penelope nods without looking at her, keeping her eyes trained on the sights occurring outside the window.

Further down the street, she sees the man of the hour, Benedict Bridgerton, begin to walk down the street. As per usual, his sketchbook in hand and only looking slightly disheveled as if he left in a hurry. Wiping away the lone tear that made its way down her face, she hears two of her sister snickering behind her back.

As she looks up again, she sees Benedict spot her in the window from down below on the street. He smiles up at her offering her a friendly wave. Feeling as if her face has been set into flames, she stares back at him not moving to greet him back.

"Penelope!" Her mother shouts at her causing her to jump. "Will you please stop peering out the window like that before someone sees you." Lady Featherington states in a demanding tone. Glancing out the window briefly, she sees that Benedict's smile has turned into a complete frown.

She gazes at him once more before grabbing her book and moving away from the window. "I think I will take some time in my room now," Penelope states quietly.

After finally making it back to her room, she barely contains her tears as they fall like a spring-time shower. Throwing herself onto her bed she cries her entire heart out into her pillow. Trying to block out the horrific jabs her mother made, but it is almost as if a dam has been released and there is no stopping it now.

Penelope feels her heart shatter at the cruel insults hurled at her by her own mother. After years of torment, she felt as is if she should be used to it and have developed thick skin towards her mother, but it appears that with Eloise's current indifference towards her and Colin's world-shattering proclamation… she is at her breaking point.

All of this pent-up emotion is beginning to take such a toll on her. Penelope feels she is at a loss. No friends. No Lady Whistledown. Penelope feels utterly alone in this world. Her hopes and dreams crashing and burning before her. All she can do is wonder if she will ever make it out these dark casted days and feel the sunshine upon her again.

The following afternoon brings forth their usual weekly activities of midday promenades. Penelope is adorned in one of her over-the-top, citrus-themed day gowns, courtesy of her mother.

After a morning of stressful and almost intolerable visits with the modiste and a light lunch, she finds herself promenading with the entirety of the Featherington bunch. Her sister Philippa accompanied by her fiancé Mr. Finch, while her mother walks along with the new heir of the Featherington estate, with Prudence and herself trailing with them. Her mother of course playing her societal role, socializing with the people her mother deems as "socially appropriate".

Rounding the bend of the lake, they run into none other than the Bridgerton family. "Viscount Bridgerton and Lady Bridgerton! What a pleasure it is to see you this fine afternoon." Portia greets them gleefully. Anthony Bridgerton nods in acknowledgement. Violet smiles politely, "Why, yes, it is a wonderful the day. The weather has been magnificent." Portia hums in agreement.

Zoning out on their terrible but polite small-talk, Penelope glances at Eloise who is currently ignoring her presence and conversing with Benedict. She glances at Benedict, not meeting his eyes as she takes in and admires his choice of fashion.

Slowly raising her line of sight up his body until they reach his face, hovering over his alluring soft pink lips before meeting his eyes. When their eyes meet, she feels a hot flush set ablaze throughout her entire body. Raising one eyebrow at her in question, as he discreetly smirks at her. At this point she is certain that her cheeks have never been more red in her entire life.

Practically mortified she begins to turn away when Colin approaches her. "Afternoon Pen," he offers her a friendly smile. She nods at him, not saying anything but acknowledging him.

Confused, Colin tries again, "How have you been?" Penelope sighs, "Fine, and how about you Mr. Bridgerton." Balking at the use of his formal name, "Pen… what is going on… nothing makes sense anymore" he sighs as he steps them away from the crowd slightly, "you and Eloise are apparently not friends anymore. Now you are suddenly using such formalities when speaking to me? What is the meaning of this, Pen?" He asks bewildered with anger beginning to seep through his tone.

With her head bowed as she shakes her head avoiding Colin, she feels him softly nudge her to get her attention. She sighs looking up at anywhere but Colin, she catches Benedict's worried glance. She attempts to force a smile, which completely falls flat.

Turning to Colin she simply states, "I believe Mr. Bridgerton, that I do not owe you an explanation at all for the ongoings of my life. Matter of fact you should not even be seen conversing with me as one would not want anyone to get the absolute mad idea that you are courting me," ending at a soft yet stern tone of a whisper as to not gain the attention of the two families. Colin stares at her wide eyed as she walks away.

Standing with her mother now, she feigns interest in the conversation at hand. She watches Eloise now standing alone, wondering how she is ever going to mend their relationship. Penelope shifts her eyes away from her as Colin goes to join her, vigorously conversing with her as he tries to unravel the mystery of Eloise and Penelope's friendship. Lost in her thoughts, she is startled by the appearance of Benedict in front of her holding out his arm.

"Does that sound alright, Miss Featherington?" Benedict smiles at her awaiting her response.

"My apologies Mr. Bridgerton I was lost in my thoughts…" She states blushingly.

"Well, I –" Benedict begins but is cut off by Lady Featherington

"For goodness's sake dear," Lady Featherington says disapprovingly, "he has asked if you would like to take a stroll with him." Benedict smiles sheepishly at her and shrugs.

Penelope grins brightly at him, "I would love to, Mr. Bridgerton." Looping her arm through his they begin to venture off faintly away from the rest of the families, but within chaperone distance.

They stroll for a few moments before Benedict turns to her with a serious but friendly face and says to her, "I believe we have much to discuss."

Penelope's stomach is a pit of anxiety as she steps away with Benedict on her arm. Although she is filled with glee to be spending time with him, which is a new development she'll most definitely have to reflect on later, she is also worried that he can see beyond the façade she has spent years perfecting. Before he can get a word edgewise, she beats him to it by asking, "How has your day been, Mr. Bridgerton?" Her voice is only slightly panicky, as she cranes her neck to look at the side view of his face. At the sound of her voice Benedict turns his head and their eyes meet, giving her a look that has a thousand different meanings but one that stands out the most is the absolute pure compassion that says in many ways I see you and I will always be here for you. They avert their eyes in order to fixate on the path ahead.

Benedict sighs softly, "I suppose it has been well, thank you for asking. I must insist that you drop all formalities as I do believe we are more than just acquaintances?"

"Why, yes of course… Benedict. If I am to call you Benedict, then you are to call me Penelope." Penelope states back in quiet but friendly tone.

"Great, then its settled." He quips comedically, causing her to huff out a soft laugh. Penelope takes in the wonderful spring greenery of Grosvenor's Square. A silence grows between them and although it is not awkward…it is as one would describe a light battle of seeing who is going to address the elephant in the room.

Clearing his throat Benedict breaks the silence, "There has been quite an uproar in the Bridgerton family as of late… which of course I try my best to stay out of them as much as possible." He pauses glancing over at Penelope who is of course looking anywhere but him. Continuing, "Although when I hear the name of my latest aiding and abiding comrade it piques my interest." The friendly quip is received as so, and Penelope lets out a soft laugh.

"Penelope, I know this, what we have between us now, is new. And… I will be completely truthful when I say that for a while, I had cast you aside as a partner in crime with Eloise and a dear friend of Colin, but I sense something has changed. Do you wish to enlighten me?" Benedict turns to look at her just as Penelope turns to him. As she gazes at him all, she sees his beautiful amber brown eyes are full of compassion and a hint of worry. She recognizes that his intentions are out of the kindness of his heart.

Relaxing in the presence of such a caring friend, she begins to collect her thoughts. Looking straight ahead, she states, "Alright then, Mr. Bridgerton. If I am to confide in you as to what has caused such outrage in the ever so lovely home of the Bridgerton family, you must be sworn to secrecy. Do you accept?"

Benedict recognizes the seriousness in her tone beyond her comical wit. Playing along, but in reality, truly meaning his words, Benedict is sworn in, "Miss Featherington, I hereby pledge my complete confidentiality to you. I would like to add that we are no longer acquaintances, but united confidants," Benedict smiles cheekily at her, Penelope nods at him trying to maintain a serious face but a smile breaks its way through.

Penelope looks around discreetly, taking in the potential audience that might have the chance to overhear. Shaking her head as she sees "I must say this. There is so much I wish to share with you, but in this current audience," she gestures to the members of the Ton on their afternoon promenade as well, "I cannot say much."

Benedict nods in understanding, "Yes, I would have to agree. One would not want to risk Lady Whistledown or worse overhearing."

Penelope barely holds back the flinch at him mentioning Lady Whistledown. "Precisely, Mr. Bridgerton. Though to alleviate the headache of the current mystery that is causing some of the uproar I must disclose to you that Eloise and I have quarreled…"

Benedicts lets out a quiet laugh, "Penelope." He deadpans, "You cannot be serious? A quarrel? It must have been some fight. Colin mentioned her acting completely untoward you at the ball, and her outburst the other day in the drawing room after my mother asked questions about us – "

"Questions about us?" Penelope asks bewildered after completely interrupting the man.

"Indeed, questions about us! Do not give me that look I was just as surprised as how you look!" He scoffs and he smiles softly watching her let out a bubbly laugh without a care in the world.

"Can you explain to me the reason on why you have quarreled?" Benedict asks dramatically.

Sighing out loud, Penelope begins again, "When I explain to you the exact reason as to why we have quarreled, I have a feeling you will completely understand as to why the fight between Eloise and I is so substantial. I am afraid our friendship is beyond repair at this point. I do not think Eloise will ever allow herself to forgive me for what I have done, no matter how pure my actions were intended to be." Penelope finishes her vague explanation with a straining voice as she tries to hold back her tears. Benedict absorbing the information provided to him, walks quietly for a moment.

There's a slight breeze in the air causing the spring cherry blossom buds to fly around in them in a cascade of white and pink. Benedict watches in amazement as a cherry-rose pink blossom nestles its way into the soft face-framing curls around Penelope's face. Laughing softly in the moment he stops and turns to her reaching over to gently remove the flower bud from her hair. Their eyes meet and it is almost as if the world is still for just a moment. Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted as a large gust of wind blows Penelope's shawl right off her. A quiet shriek makes it way out from her throat as she is caught by surprise, but then quickly turns to laughter. Benedict, the ever so courageous gentleman, quickly retreats from his spot with Penelope to grab her shawl as it blows in the wind. With only a light struggle, Benedict returns a victor holding up her shawl in victory.

Making quick strides, he faces Penelope directly and without even thinking twice he takes her shawl and layers it over her shoulders just as it laid previously. Tying it firmly in place they gaze softly at one another. "Why, thank you, Mr. Bridgerton," Penelope says quietly with a smile, as blush begins to make it way across her face and down her neck. "Of course, Miss Featherington. It is what any gentleman would do." He winks at her. Scoffing at his jest, she slaps him softly on the shoulder and laughs out loud.

Resuming their walk trying to stifle their laughing, they are completely oblivious to the stares the Ton is sending their way. Violet Bridgerton's polite forced smile greeting those that pass by. Lady Featherington and Baron Featherington remain ignorant to the on goings of the youngest Featherington.

Violet turns to her eldest son, Anthony, "Did you know anything about this?"

Shaking his "Not at all, mother. If I had known about this, I surely would have informed you."

Violet Bridgerton remains in shock watching the chemistry of the pair in front of them. Out of all her sons she had her bets on Colin pursuing Penelope Featherington. After years of watching Eloise and Penelope run around, she had already considered her another addition to the Bridgerton family.

Notes:

Thoughts?

Can everyone feel their chemistry? I really hope I am illustrating the chemistry between them clearly in my writing. Let me know what you think.

It has been less than a fortnight since the Penelope and Benedict crossed paths. Two souls who previously had never taken notice of the other before, yet they share ever so many similarities. Both of which internally struggle with the societal ideology of belonging. It seems as if the hands of fate have intervened and set these two kindred spirits on the right path leading to one another.

Two nights after their promenade at Grosvenor's Square, Penelope is standing alone at the refreshments table at Lady Cowper's Ball grimacing at the options of refreshments. Leave it to the Cowpers' to overdo something as simple as a refreshments table, she barely contains an eye roll. Penelope goes to grab a random glass filled with a mystery liquid, when suddenly two hands are placed over her eyes. She shrieks quietly, as to not draw attention but begins mentally preparing herself to absolutely whack the person.

"Guess who?" she hears Benedict cheekily say, her body instantly relaxes at the sound of his voice, and at that point she decides to punch him anyway. "Mr. Bridgerton, you scared me half to death!" She turns around and glares at him as menacingly as she can muster, but then dropping her façade she begins to laugh softly.

"Ouch, Pen! Where did you learn to throw a punch like that?" Benedict whines in a joking manner, rubbing his shoulder.

"Serves you right!" Penelope huffs out, still attempting to glare at him, but is failing miserably.

"Well, now you definitely owe me a dance for the injury I have suffered."

"Oh really?" Penelope jests slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, I think it is the only way I will ever be able to recover from such an injury," Benedict nods, playfully looking forlorn and hurt.

Rolling her eyes at his dramatics, "Well, if that is this case… Lead the way Mr. Bridgerton," Penelope gazes into his eyes with a smile. Benedict stares back just as deeply, and then offers her his arm leading her to the dance floor.

The starting notes of the next song begin to play, and Penelope grips his arm a bit tighter tugging him to the dance floor, "Hurry up, this one is my favorite!" she exclaims. Shaking his head fondly, Benedict smiles right back at her hurrying his pace.

The two of them dance beautifully together, casting the room in a golden aura as they move gracefully in the crowd. None the wiser to the eyes of, what must be, the entire Ton on them. Missing the glares of jealous debutantes and their haughty mothers, as they watch the second eldest Bridgerton be captivated by the wallflower of the Ton. Colin Bridgerton finds himself standing between his mother and sister, Eloise. Glancing at his mother he sees a spark in her eyes as she watches the duo share a dance. Shifting his gaze to Eloise, he catches a look of pride and rejoice for her friend that is quickly squashed down with feelings of hurt and resentment. Colin averts his gaze back to his brother and Penelope, barely holding back the flinch as a burning in his chest blossoms as Benedicts makes Penelope laugh joyously as they dance.

Thump. Thump. Colin snaps his head towards the sound he knows all too well as Lady Danbury announcing her presence. "Lady Danbury. How nice it is to see you tonight," Lady Bridgerton says kindly. She smiles at them taking her stand beside Violet, "Yes, it is a lovely night indeed," Lady Danbury agrees. She peaks a glance at Violet, Colin, and then Eloise, and observes they all seem to be captivated by something. Following their gaze, she takes note of the second eldest Bridgerton accompanied on the dance floor with a Miss. Penelope Featherington, who appears to be glowing as she dances with him. The pair seem to be emitting warmth and happiness in every way they step. It is silent only for a minute before Lady Danbury speaks up, "Now, that is a pair I never would have imagined taking turns on the dance floor," She pauses glancing at them. Her eyes do not miss a beat, as she catches Colin Bridgerton shift awkwardly. Eloise seems to remain emotionless at seeing her dear friend and older brother share an awfully romantic dance together. Violet Bridgerton watches on in fondness, but not without the look of confusion in her eyes, as this is a recent development.

Lady Danbury continues, shifting her gaze towards the dance floor again, "My, do they look beautiful together, it's almost beguiling," she finishes. Violet turns her head towards Lady Danbury smiling cheerfully at her, "Yes, they do look good together. I must say, I did not expect to see Benedict take an interest in Miss. Penelope –"

"That is because he has not taken an interest in Pen! He is only dancing with her as a brother would a sister," Colin completely snaps and interrupts the two chattering women. Pinching the bridge of his nose in distaste and a bit of anger at the thought of Benedict pursuing Penelope. His thoughts are interrupted by a scoff from his younger sister, "As much as I despise the idea of Penelope being involved with Benedict, you cannot tell me that is how a brother would dance with his sister," Eloise mocks her brother slightly, before turning around and walking off. His gaze finds the two again on the dance floor just as the song finishes, he watches Penelope curtsey holding Benedict's gaze in a way she never held his. Instead of parting ways, like Colin and Penelope used to after dances, Benedict holds out his arm and takes her for a turn about the room.

Before Colin can stop himself, he marches over to them almost running into several party attendees on the way. Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton glance at one another in shock. Clearing her throat, Lady Danbury looks to Lady Bridgerton to announce her departure, "I wish you good luck, Lady Bridgerton. I think you will need it this season." She raises an eyebrow in jest. Violet laughs softly and bids her goodbye for the night as they both part ways.

Finally catching up to them, Colins huffs out a breath, before shouting out a "Brother!" to catch the attention of Benedict. Benedict and Penelope turn around toward the shout, Benedicts face is adorned with one of the brightest smiles he's ever seen on his brother's face. Penelope whose face once held an equally bright simile, dimmed slightly at the sight of Colin. A thunderclap sounded in his heart at that scene, and he cannot for the life of him understand why his heart clenches so tightly at the coldness Penelope seems to be sending his way.

"Colin, what seems to be the matter?" Benedict asks noticing his brother's distress, causing Colin to break his trance of staring – more like glaring – at the two before him. Colin eyes follow as Benedict reaches up with his free hand to pat Colin on the shoulder, never letting Penelope out of their embrace.

"What…" Colin pauses wincing a little, and pinches the bridge of his nose again, "What is the meaning of this?" He finally utters out.

Benedict stares in confusion at his brother. "What do you mean?"

Colin huffs out an annoyed laugh, "I mean. What is the meaning of this!" he gestures towards the two of them.

Benedict levels his gaze, unamused with way his younger brother is behaving, "We are taking a turn about the room." he states plainly. He glances down at Penelope who glances back at him, Colin notices them seeming to have a silent conversation with their eyes and begins to unravel once more.

"This is exactly what I mean! What is the meaning of this? Penelope what are you doing with my brother of all people?" Colin asks a little too loudly than he would have liked.

Penelope stares at Colin with an emotionless expression, "Colin I do not wish to speak to you. It would be greatly appreciated if you can find it in yourself to respect my decision. Please do me and yourself a favor by leaving me alone for the rest of the night," she finishes and her throat feels tight at searing pain this immature man has caused her. Uncomfortable with the attention Colin is drawing to them, she shifts slightly moving her form slightly behind Benedict at Colin's raised voice.

Benedict tenses at the movement and glances back to Colin, "I think you need to go find mother, Colin. Now. Miss Featherington and I are just about to finish are turn about the room, and then I will bid her and her family good night, and we will all head home for the night," Benedict states firmly.

Colin goes to interject, but is cut off by Benedict, "Now, Colin. I mean it," and then he turns away from him, and leads Penelope and him in a different direction, leaving a forlorn and bruised Colin behind. The deafening crack in his heart is so loud, he swears that the entire Ton must have heard it as well.

The day after Lady Cowper's ball Benedict Bridgerton was out strolling Hyde Park with a worn leatherbound sketchbook in hand and drawing pencil stashed behind his ear. His family is somewhere around the park, but Benedict has always been known as wanderer ever so tangled up in his own world as he observes the world around him with the eyes of an artist.

After finishing a rough sketch of a couple enjoying a sweet and romantic boat ride in the sparkling blue water of the lake, that began to remind him too much of a certain red head's blue eyes, he had finally decided to rejoin the family on their stroll. Except he did not have the chance to make it too far before the shrill voice of a debutante's mother calls out to him. Cursing himself, he turns around toward the sound of the voices. Recognizing them as Lady Eaton and Miss. Eaton, he sends them a polite smile. Unfortunately, this leads to him getting stuck in a drawn-out conversation of Lady Eaton detailing her daughter's greatest attributes.

Nodding along with the conversation and desperately looking for an out, he gazes off into the distance, when suddenly a blaze of auburn hair passes by in front of him. His eyes follow Penelope's form walking slowly behind her mother and sisters completely lost in her own world. She is dressed in one of those awful citrus themed dresses, that he is absolutely positive Penelope despises as well. Her hair is pulled back, with soft red curls framing her face. Even though she is dressed in such a horrendous choice of clothes, he cannot help but feel his breath be taken away every time his eyes fall on her.

"What are your thoughts on the matter, Mr. Bridgerton?" Lady Eaton asks smiling brightly, completely unaware of his lack of interest.

Benedict similes awkwardly, as he is brought forth back into reality. Abashedly, one hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck. He huffs out an embarrassed laugh, "That is a great question…" he breathes out a sigh, "I apologize, but I must go," He stumbles over his words and bids his goodbyes to the mother and daughter duo. Lady Eaton and her daughter stare at each other in bewilderment, as Benedict Bridgerton rushes off only to join the Featherington family on their promenade.

With a brisk walk he manages to catch up with the Featherington family. Sliding right alongside Penelope, "Good afternoon, Pen!" he greets her cheerfully snapping her out of her trance. She jumps a little at the sudden close proximity of Benedict, and stumbles over her feet a bit. Benedict, the ever so gentleman, is there helping right herself once again. She sends him a glare, and before she can stop herself the words tumble out of her mouth, "Benedict, must you always scare me when you approach me?"

Hearing the voice of her youngest daughter address a Bridgerton, Portia turns around and gazes curiously at the two. She herself is becoming more and more confused at the sudden interest Benedict Bridgerton has taken in her daughter, but for the moment she brushes it off.

"Mr. Bridgerton, how nice it is of you to join us!" Portia pastes on a guarded smile.

"Yes, indeed! I was just on my way to back to join my family, and then I ran into this lovely group of ladies," Benedict smiles charmingly at Portia for a moment, before dragging his eyes over to Penelope who gazes back at him before huffing slightly and playfully rolling her eyes. He grins at her cheekily before continuing, "Lady Featherington, I was wondering if I could take Miss. Penelope on a turnabout the park? Chaperoned, of course." Portia agrees, and within seconds Benedict offers Penelope his arm and they take off.

Walking arm in arm, Benedict and Penelope stare ahead at the path before them. The duo remains silent for a moment, simply enjoying each other's company before Benedict breaks it this time. "Can I ask you something, Pen?" he asks softly. She glances at him, and sees his brows furrowed together indicating to her he is thinking deeply about something. Penelope then realizes how quickly she has picked up the ability to read Benedict like an open book, which causes her heart to flutter and the breath her throat is holding to get tighter.

"Anything." She answers breathlessly, and she wonders for a moment as she gazes at this breath takingly handsome man before her why she never saw him the way she previously held affection for Colin. Was it fate that required her to experience her first gut-wrenching heartbreak, before gifting her light and warmth of the sun that is Benedict Bridgerton?

Benedict sighs out softly, which in turn causes Penelope's stomach to coil in anxiety. Benedict turns to her, and their eyes meet, "What happened between you and my brother?"

Her stomach drops. Ever since the night she heard Colin spew those hurtful words about her at her family's ball none the less, she has spent her time trying to completely block Colin Bridgerton out of her mind. Icing him out in public and allowing herself to seldom think about that immature boy, she had not even given herself time to properly grieve the heartbreak that boy caused her.

Penelope feels tears well up in her eyes, and Benedict stares at her in shock coming to a complete stop. He begins to stammer out apologies and hands her a handkerchief, "Oh my, Pen! I must apologise I had no idea that asking you about it would upset you in such a way. You know what, we can just forget I asked! That is exactly –" Benedict is interrupted by Penelope.

"Benedict do not hurt yourself," she lets out a watery laugh, "I am not mad at you. If anything, I'm mad at your blockhead of a brother," she scoffs resuming their walk at a much slower pace than before. For once in his life, Benedict watches Penelope struggle to piece her words together as they walk in silence.

Benedict stops and turns his body towards Penelope gazing softly into her eyes. Benedict breaks the silence between them, "Penelope, I think often of the night we spent together in the garden," he pauses trying to collect his thoughts, but blushes slightly at the innuendo within his own words. He glances down at Penelope, who also has a subtle rosy tint to her cheeks as well.

"What I mean is that I went to the garden that night to find peace of mind because I felt completely vexed by the actions my brother took on my behalf, and then my eyes laid upon you on that swing. The moonlight illuminated you in this golden aurora. Reflecting on that night, you gave me such powerful insight to a problem I had thought was going to ruin my familial relationship with my brother, Anthony. Beyond that I remember that you too were trying to find tranquility in that garden, but what I remember most is in your eyes held an emotion so raw and overpowering… complete anguish. It is killing me to know that I can see the slightest sparks of it in your eyes now, even as you try to build back up your walls. Penelope, all I want in this moment is to hopefully provide you with the peace you brought forth to me that night. Please, tell me…what is troubling you so?" His face is a firm but gentle expression awaiting her response.

Emotional Penelope breathes out a heavy breath looking up at the sky and refusing to meet his eyes.

"What can I say?" she asks aloud before continuing, "I am lost. There is no better way to describe myself, Benedict. All I have ever wanted is to be loved completely for who I am, and not discarded because society deems me as this unlovable and insipid wallflower," she takes in a shaky breath before continuing, "Just as my mother has ingrained into my very soul, I am not going to achieve the greatness of finding a husband like the rest of the debutantes. I am going to end up alone as a spinster. Unfortunately, due to the actions of your brother he may have secured that path for me a little sooner than I had hoped. The quicker I come to terms with my future the better." She stares straight ahead as she wipes the last bit of tears from her eyes.

Overcome with emotions at witnessing someone he cares for experience such heartbreaking grief he reaches out with his free hand and caresses the arm that is looped through his softly. Penelope lets out a light gasp at soft intimate touch of Benedict, and in return she looks around discreetly before bringing her free hand to rest briefly on the hand caressing her arm before settling back to her side.

Benedict takes a breath before he begins. "Penelope, I wish you could see the ways in which I see you. You are truly one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, do not believe any of the appalling words your mother or these petty cruel cows in this Ton. I see you for the remarkable heart stopping woman you are, beyond your beauty you have the most magnificent mind and so many amazing gifts that most if not all the women in this Ton lack. Anyone who says otherwise are nothing but irrelevant beings who seek pleasure in bringing other people down." Benedict declares this in such a fierce and affirmative way, Penelope is shaken to her core and remains in shock for a moment before she stops and turns to him.

The grin she gives him is a little wobbly as she is overcome with emotion, and her eyes are full of relief…relief that someone finally sees her. It is almost as if Benedict can see broken edges and pieces of her soul begin to mend themselves in front of him.

Penelope in a whisper like voice says, "I have never felt more seen in my entire life. You truly see me, Benedict. I thought I was gone… gone to a place where no one would find me. Where I would become this shell of a human being who despises her own being."

Benedict tightens his grip on her, grounding her with him in the moment.

"I see you, Penelope Featherington, and I attest to you that I will be here for you for the rest of my days if you allow me," Benedict finishes with a gentle yet firm finality in his voice that she feels herself start to believe it.

The following week after Penelope and Benedict's heart to heart, a small portion of the Bridgerton family finds themselves shopping in town. Stepping out of Gunter's Tea shop with her mother, and a bickering Hyacinth and Gregory trailing behind them, Eloise is almost swiped off the path by a scruffy looking paper boy running along the sidewalk.

He stops in the middle of the square of shops and shouts, "It is here! It is here! Your wait is over. The latest Lady Whistledown Society Paper is here!" The crowd exclaims their excitement aloud. People make their way to said paperboy to pay for the newest issue. It has been almost a month since Lady Whistledown last published, and the entire Ton has been on the edge of their seats awaiting its arrival.

Of course, the Ton had no idea the author, Penelope Featherington, herself had quarreled with her dearest friend and ultimately decided to never publish another Lady Whistledown Paper every again.

Eloise felt the wound of betrayal reopen at the announcement, and she felt complete and utter disappointment roar through entire body. Her face was emotionless as she watched people crowded around trying to get their hands on the paper. She could not believe that Penelope had decided to publish again – after everything they had been through.

"Mama! May we buy the newest Lady Whistledown?" Hyacinth asked out quietly and politely, awaiting a response from Violet Bridgerton who looked slightly exasperated by the bickering of her younger children. Seeing an out, as the bickering has seemed to cease in the current moment, she hands two coins to Hyacinth. "Here, but you must take your brother." The two siblings race off into the crowd, using their small and childish bodies to push their way through the crowd.

Violet hums at the quietness, before taking a look at Eloise. She remains to be the one child of hers that is a constant struggle to read. Although some of her children remain a challenge to analyze, none of them have quite beat Eloise in that aspect.

Violet places an arm on Eloise's arm and asks, "Are you alright, my dear?"

The sound of her mother's voice snaps Eloise back into the present. She hums quietly, a mannerism she received from her mother, before speaking, "No… well yes… I must say I did not think Lady Whistledown would publish again," she finishes.

Violet watches her for a moment, wondering curiously why Eloise thought a gossip rag might unexpectedly just stop printing. "Because of the break in between publications?" Violet ponders.

Eloise looks back at her in confusion, "Because of what?" Violet sees a flash of something she cannot quite decipher in Eloise's eyes and before she can say anything Eloise beats her to the punch, "Yes! Exactly, the lengthy break made me think she was done with this ridiculous paper," she scoffs.

Before Violet can inquire anymore, Gregory and Hyacinth bringing over the slip of paper. Something is off about this publication…

"May I see that, Hyacinth?" Eloise asks her younger sister, and Hyacinth hands over the paper without any fuss. Scanning the so-called Lady Whistledown Society Paper, Eloise realizes that something is amiss. Flipping the paper over taking in every minute detail, it is alarmingly clear that this is in fact not a true Lady Whistledown publication. Everything about it is wrong from the size of the paper, font of the text, and even the Lady Whistledown motif is wrong.

"I can assure this is not Lady Whistledown. This is clearly a fraud!" Eloise exclaims. Violet motions for the paper and begins examining, "Well, look at that. You are indeed right, my dear," Violet says frowning at the publication in her hand.

Murmurs of confusion begin to erupt in the crowds along the town square, as it appears Eloise was not the only person in the Ton to figure out that paper was only a deceptive and lousy lookalike of the original work. The paperboy who brought forth this fraudulent publication is long gone.

Eloise remains stunned as she analyzes the paper, shocked that someone else besides Penelope Featherington would have the nerve to publish a gossip column and a illicit version of it, nonetheless. The paper itself reports speculations on mostly old gossip, except for a little blurb towards the end completely ripping Penelope Featherington to pieces as it entails the latest exchanges between her and Lord Benedict Bridgerton. Although nothing compromising is written, the words are much harsher than Penelope has ever written about herself.

Folding the faux Lady Whistledown, Eloise stuff it into her small pocketbook, and the Bridgerton family begins to head to their next destination.

It is midday when Eloise is finally able to make her way to the Featherington estate. Just as she is heading through the doors with her lady maid following close behind her, she bumps into a large form. A huff escapes her lips at the impact, and she looks up to see who she barreled into. To her surprise, she meets the eyes of her favorite brother, Benedict.

"Eloise!"

"Benedict, what on earth are you doing here?" Eloise demandingly questions. Benedict grins cheekily at her, but his sister does not miss the fact that there appears to be a blush dancing across his cheeks. Before Benedict can answer, Eloise continues, "Were you calling on Penelope today?"

Benedict rubs the back of his neck in a flustered way and laughs softly, "Actually, yes. I am on the way out; I have some unfinished work I need to get done for the Royal Art School. I guess I will see you at home," He nods a goodbye to her and heads down the steps.

Eloise shifts her stance a little, "Huh…I should have seen that coming," she shakes her head before rushing inside. She spots Penelope's maid, and requests to speak with her. The maid then leads Penelope into the drawing room, where she spots Penelope sitting on the settee closet to the window. She's wearing another one of her mother's awful choices of gowns, but at least the luminous rosy, pink dress compliments her complexion. Her cheeks hold a warm glow, and her eyes shine bright, as she stares down at the book in her hand.

Eloise recognizes the book immediately as one Benedict's favorite books. Benedict does not read often, but when he does, he tends to share the books he enjoys with Eloise. Upon further inspection she sees that is in fact, Benedict's copy itself. Seeing Penelope hold something dear to her brother's heart, makes the resentment she feels for her climb up her throat. Before she can stop herself, the words tumble out her mouth, "That's not yours," she says firmly.

Penelope jumps at the sudden noise, and her eyes meet the storm brewing in the eyes of Eloise.

"Eloise-" Penelope lets out a sigh of relief and begins to stand.

"That's one of Benedict's favorite books. Why do you have it?" Eloise's voice is ice cold.

"What do you mean? Benedict gave me this book," Penelope says quietly.

"Well, if he truly knew who you were I do not think he would want you to have it." A flash of hurt and sorrow flows into Penelope's eyes. Eloise curses herself internally for being so harsh, and she lets out a sigh. Ignoring the watery look in Penelope's eye, she says in a quieter less harsh tone, "Well, I guess it's yours now…" she pauses, "anyway that's beside the point we need to talk. Now."

Penelope leads Eloise to her bedchamber. Eloise glances at the bedside table and her eyes catch a letter and a beautiful flower arrangement sitting in a vase, who she assumes is from Benedict.

"You said we needed to talk, so let us talk," Penelope mutters.

Reaching into her pocketbook, Eloise pulls out the faux Lady Whistledown publication and hands it to Penelope. Holding the paper in her hands, Penelope skims over the text before shrugging and saying, "This is not my doing," and hands the paper back to Eloise.

"Precisely. You think I cannot spot a fraudulent Lady Whistledown after spending months and months analyzing yours?" Eloise scoffs slightly, "If I am being honest, the entire town square figured out it was a fake. So, what are you going to do about it?" Eloise inquires.

"Nothing." Penelope states plainly.

"Nothing! Why would you do that? You must publish something to abolish this imposter. In fact, you need to start publishing every week like you used too!" Eloise exclaims.

"I won't do it. I made myself a promise that I would never publish another Lady Whistledown after my last one hurt you so bad." Penelope says firmly at first, but towards the end her voice becomes softer and laced with regret.

Eloise watches her friend grow teary eyed at the recollection of events that took place between them the night Eloise uncovered Penelope as Lady Whistledown. "Oh Pen –"

"You must know how terribly sorry I am that I hurt you! I regret so many of my actions leading up to that night. I should have told you long ago, but Lady Whistledown felt so special to me I just wanted to keep something to myself. I see now what a mistake that was and I am just so incredibly sorry." Penelope dissolves into a pit of tears and her shoulders shake with each cry, and Eloise feels her heartbreaking at the sight. Maybe I was too tough on her, Eloise thinks to herself.

Penelope is just about to start on another bout of apologies when Eloise interrupts her by rushing over to embrace Penelope. "Penelope, please it's okay. I forgive you, truly. All is well. I am sorry for hurting you as well," Eloise murmurs comfortingly. They hug each other for a while, making up for the lost time before parting.

"In all seriousness Pen, you must do something about this Lady Whistledown business. Maybe you could shift agendas and publish radical essays on feminism instead of gossip. If anything, you must call this person out as a fraud," Eloise suggests gently.

Penelope sighs, "I will think about it, and if I decide to do so… you must review it before I publish it," Eloise happily agrees. The two make their way down to the foyer and bidding goodbyes to one another.

Before Eloise makes it down the steps of the front entrance of the Featherington estate, she turns around and smirks, "Pen?" she calls out softly. Penelope hums for her to continue.

"How many times has my brother called on you?" She asks with a playful smirk.

Penelope blushes bright red, before clearing her throat and saying, "Counting today. Twice this week," she says shyly with a light laugh.

After the rather enlightening night of Lady Cowper's ball and recent public endeavors of Benedict and Penelope, the news of Benedict's recent fascination with the youngest Featherington debutante traveled so rapidly throughout the Ton it may as well put the Lady Whistledown Society Papers to shame. What once was thought of as a one-off pity dance with the wallflower of the Ton, then turned into an abundance of dancing and promenading, and soon to be clandestine meetings. Even squeezing in enough time for a few chaperoned visits, unfortunately most of those taking place at the Featherington seasonal estate, which Portia, of course, spent the time pushing Prudence on the second eldest Bridgerton completely missing the shared glances and interactions between Penelope. Ever the gentleman, Benedict did politely and unequivocally assert to Prudence and Portia he was here for, in fact, Penelope Featherington. Although the two wretches remained ignorant, he gazed into Penelope's eyes and the twinkle in her eyes – that he has yet to effectively encompass in his sketches because he just cannot seem to get it exactly right – told him that she fully understood the weight of his words.

It is a few days after her reconciliation with Eloise, when Benedict calls on Miss. Penelope Featherington for the third time.

The entire Featherington household is in an uproar once the footman announces Lord Bridgerton's arrival. Penelope feels her heart flutter in her chest. She sets down her book, standing up she straightens out her dress while anxiously fixing her hair. Her hair is slightly pulled back with loose auburn curls framing her face. Her pale lilac dress embellished with small flowers and jewels on the bodice flows and accentuates her natural curves more than any of the horrendous citrus-themed dresses her mother forces her to wear. The dress itself is anew addition to her wardrobe, as a while back she used some of her Lady Whistledown funds at the modiste.

She watches her mother haul her sisters up and begin fussing over Prudence and Philippa's appearance and ordering Mrs. Varley to bring some tea and cake into the drawing room. Penelope focuses her gaze on the entrance of the drawing room, anxiously but happily awaiting the arrival of Benedict Bridgerton.

Penelope thought she would never love another man again after hearing Colin Bridgerton announce his distaste in her so publicly. She had vowed to herself to never let a man hurt her in that way again, but the warmth blossoming in her chest every time Benedict crosses her mind or the sparks that she feels from his touch has her thinking maybe she was wrong. Maybe she will love again. Maybe she is not as unlovable as she thinks herself to be.

Benedict approaches the doorway, clearing his throat lightly announcing his presence. He stands with a colorful bouquet of wildflowers in his hands. Benedict smiles bashfully at everyone, "I hope I am not intruding on this fine day," he states playfully as he steps into the Featherington's drawing room.

Portia pastes a smile on her faces, and breathes out coolly, "Why of course not, my Lord! Come, sit! I have had Mrs. Varley fetch us all some tea," Portia Featherington motions for him to join them. Penelope recalls the first time Benedict called on her, and the utter chaos it caused. Her own mother refused to believe, that the Bridgerton boy was here for her, Penelope, and not Prudence. Portia Featherington spent the entire visit trying to push Prudence on Benedict no matter how many times he insisted, politely as well, that he was here for Penelope.

Penelope eyes follow his form, as he walks further into the room, and her breath gets a little bit shorter as the distance between them closes in. Penelope gazes up at him just as he glances down to her, and their eyes lock onto one another's. She notices a bit of a red flush in his cheeks as he smiles brightly at her. Benedict stops right in front gazing at her with such deep emotion in his eyes, that Penelope wants to look away, but she cannot. She wants to listen to the voice in her head tell her, truthfully, that the love and admiration in his eyes is for her, but she refuses to listen and tells herself that she will bask in the warmth of this man for all that she can. He stops in front of her and he is closer than what is deemed acceptable by societal etiquette but still far enough away for her to remain uncompromised.

"Good afternoon, Penelope." He says quietly in a hushed tone for her and only her to hear. "Good afternoon, Benedict. What brings you here, today?" Penelope quips back with playfulness in her tone, as she grins at him. He huffs a laugh at her, which she returns as well.

"If I'm being honest, it is you, Penelope, that brings me here today," Benedict says gently with meaning, "And, of course the fact that you can never get enough of my charming presence!" He winks at her, jesting with her. Penelope jaw drops slightly in disbelief, and she lets out an airy laugh. She nudges his shoulder playfully, "You are so full of it, Ben!" she lets out a huff shaking her head fondly. He smiles brightly at the nickname.

"Here, I found these on my way over," Laughing softly with her he hands her the bouquet of flowers before continuing, in a lower voice, "the colors reminded me of your rosy blush and absolutely blazing auburn hair," He playfully tugs at a curl, barely missing a whack from Penelope for messing with her hair.

They spend the rest of their visit together completely ignoring the other company in the room, basking in each other's presence. Benedict even sketches a portrait of her as she sits across from him, while she talks animatedly about the ongoings of her life, such as the resolution of her quarrel with Eloise. Benedict cannot help but sigh in relief after hearing Penelope and his sister have resolved their issues. As the afternoon sun begins to set in, Portia announces its time for Lord Bridgerton's departure. Penelope leads him to the door, soaking up as much Benedict time she can get.

Benedict stops and turns to her out in the hall, "You know I must say, Miss. Featherington," Benedict says playfully, "you would make a beautiful subject in one of my paintings!" Grinning widely at her, he watches her laugh it off. "Oh, how you love to jest, Benedict!"

Shaking his head at her, "I am being serious, Pen! You must let me paint you!" Rolling her eyes at his words, Benedict decides to continue, this time in a lower voice, "You know I think of that night in the garden. How the moonlight illuminated you in this aurora. I cannot tell you how many times after that night I have attempted to sketch you, but I have not been able to get it right."

At the mention of that night in the garden, she stops. Raising her auburn brow at him, she asks "You really want to paint me?"

Placing his hand over his heart, Benedict replies, "With all my heart."

Nodding at his words, she leans in and whispers so quietly Benedict thinks he possibly misheard her.

"Tonight, when everyone has turned in for the night. Meet me in the garden. Bring your paints, of course." She winks at him, before retreating to the drawing room.

"Penelope." Benedict calls out to her, and she pauses just before she reaches the doorway of the drawing room. With his eyes on her he makes his way back over to her form, pausing to stand in front of. Benedict looks around the foyer to see if any servants or footmen are lurking about, he takes a step closer to her dragging his eyes up her body. Penelope gasps lightly, as she stares up at him.

"If I am to bring my paints…" he says lowly, "then I must insist you wear this dress," his hand brushes a piece of hair off her shoulder, and the slight touch causes a deep blush to bloom across her face and chest. Penelope and Benedict gaze into each other's eyes and once again it feels like the world has stopped for the both of them, but unfortunately their moment is broken as Portia Featherington calls out for Penelope.

Throwing the hood of her emerald, green cloak over her head, Penelope makes her way out of the Featherington home without rousing anyone from their sleep. Breathing quietly as she hurries down back alleyways leading her to the Bridgerton seasonal estate. She avoids walking the sidewalks of the town's main streets to avoid any chance of running into absolutely anyone. Making her trek to the Bridgerton reminds her of the times she would often sneak away in the night to publish her Lady Whistledown Society Papers. After her last-ditch effort to clear Eloise of any suspicion from the Queen and the explosive fight between her and Eloise, she vowed to never publish another paper again, but since mending their friendship Penelope cannot help but ponder if she should start publishing again. Especially with the sudden Lady Whistledown imposter trying to publish under her pseudonym.

Arriving at her destination she quietly enters through the gate, and she makes her way to the garden. Taking in the beauty of the garden at such an hour of the night, she sighs in content. Even as she is doing something so scandalous, and she cannot help but feel nothing but exhilaration as she takes a seat on the swing.

She startles at the sound of a voice speaking to her. "I see you wore the dress," Benedict announces with a dark sensual look in his eyes making her blush slightly, "If I am to be honest… I was not sure you'd actually meet me out here because I must admit this is more improper than our first meeting," he grins cheekily at her before continuing, "It seems once again that you, Penelope Featherington, have proven to me that you are much more than I expected." Benedict boasts loudly as he approaches her.

She huffs at him and playfully rolls her eyes. "Well, Benedict Bridgerton, we will not be out here long if you continue to speak at such a volume!" Penelope reprimands him in a gentle but stern tone. Grinning at her he holds up his hands up in surrender. Settling into the swing she sat upon the night of the Bridgerton's ball, Penelope admires him as he begins to set up his paint supplies, Benedict places his blank canvas on his traveling-easel and begins preparing his paints.

"I will say that luck is on our side as the moon is full tonight. Which provides an ample amount of light for us." Benedict comments, which makes Penelope look up at the moon to admire it. Benedict makes his way to her, staring at her with a light but serious expression. He reaches out to adjust her, but pauses slightly, "May I?" he asks. Penelope gazes at him, nodding softly. Benedict begins adjusting her form, raking his hands lightly over her body. Penelope's eyes follow him as his gaze travels over her body, and she fights with all her might to keep the blush away. His dreamy brown eyes make their way to her face, and they stare at each other intensely. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches out to frame one of her curls around her face. Benedict takes her by surprise as he slightly shifts the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders, so they rest on her upper arms exposing her chest just a little bit more. Penelope can barely hold back the gasp at his touch and goosebumps begin to raise against her skin.

Benedict delicately caresses Penelope's face; breaking eye contact, he watches steadily as heat floods to her face. "Perfect." He whispers to her, "Absolutely perfect," Benedict steps away from her slowly, and backs aways towards his easel. Penelope flustered by the previous proximity of Benedict, and she almost jumps at the call of her name. She slightly turns her head to look at Benedict, she gazes slightly upwards at him. Their eyes meet and Benedict's mouth suddenly feels dry as he stares at her in awe. Benedict begins sketching, but keeps his eyes trained on Penelope.

Benedict picks up his paintbrush, and he makes quick and skillful strokes with his brush. Time goes by slowly for Penelope as she tries to maintain her form and not to disturb Benedict. They sit in a comfortable silence for quite a while before Benedict places his paintbrush down and sighs happily.

"I'm almost finished. I do apologize if this is taking longer than you previously thought." Benedict gives her a shy smile. Penelope smiles back at him, "It is no bother. I find the process quite interesting, and I cannot wait to see the finished portrait," she genuinely tells him. Reaching into his coat he pulls out a cigarette and a matchbook. Once the cigarette is lit, he takes a drag, before walking slowly towards Penelope. Standing in front of her, he places his hand under her chin lifting it slightly and places the cigarette at her mouth. She stares up at him, without intending to be as sensual as she appears to be, she inhales softly, instantly relaxing. Benedict feels his mouth dry out and he feels a burning of desire he's never felt so deeply for a woman before.

Finishing the cigarette, he turns around to face Penelope once more. Kneeling slightly to be at her eye level, Benedict caresses Penelope so softly she thinks she's imagining it. "You are absolutely beautiful, Penelope Featherington," He whispers softly. She stares at him in awe, no words coming to her mind. Once again, he watches the blush blossom across her face. Only this time it makes its way down her neck all the way to her bosom painting a pinkish glow across her chest. Puling his gaze away he returns to his painting, "It should only be a few moments now and then you will be able to see the finished piece!" he grins at her.

Penelope realizes for the first time she is truly speechless, as she stares at Benedict in amazement. Her heart pounds in her ears and her stomach flutters in a way she has never felt before, not even with Colin. After their short smoke break, somewhere along the lines of finishing the painting Benedict removed his coat. Snapping back to reality, Penelope takes in Benedict's current attire and her eyes slowly rake their way over his form. Just as her gaze reaches his hands, she is interrupted by Benedict clearing his throat. Immediately she looks up to meet his eyes, only blushing slightly more, he grins at her knowingly. Ignoring his mischievous look, Penelope raises her eyebrow in question.

Shaking his head, he says, "I've finished. Would you like to see?" He holds his hand out towards her, which she accepts, and he guides her over to the canvas. Penelope stares in disbelief at the masterpiece in front of her. Benedict insisted he was painting a portrait of Penelope, yet here she stands admiring a beautiful portrait of someone she does not recognize.

"Benedict," she says his name breathlessly as she stares in amazement, "this is incredibly beautiful… this cannot possibly be me," Penelope states in shock. Benedict watches her and all he can think is how does someone so beautiful lack the capacity to see her own beauty. "Penelope," Benedict says softly and caresses her arm. Penelope turns and his hand reaches up and she gasps aloud as his fingertips trace her jawline. "I can assure you that, this is you. I know you struggle to see just how beautiful you are in your own eyes, but I promise you I will spend the rest of my days showing you, if you allow me," Benedict finishes softly but his words are firm and full of meaning as he stares into Penelope eyes and watches them shine slightly with tears of delight threatening to spill out. Penelope nods slowly, never breaking eye contact.

"I must say, Pen. I do not know why I have been so blind to see this incredible and astounding woman in front of me. It baffles me. Because whenever I am in your presence, it is like the sun, itself, bathes me in this golden warmth, that I never want to leave. When I am away, it as if my world has turned to gray, and the only thing that keeps me going is the notion that I will see you again. What we have is something I do not think I will ever be able to let go. We understand each other in ways that no one else will," Benedict confesses. Penelope eyes contain swirls adoration and passion, as she reaches out to hold his hand. Benedict brightens at the touch and leans in closer to her, making Penelope hold her breath in anticipation. The fingers caressing Penelope's face pause, as he leans their foreheads together, their lips so close to one another they almost touch. Benedict looks deeply into her eyes, and whispers, "You are absolutely breathtaking Penelope Featherington," and his lips close in on hers.

Penelope remains stunned for a short moment before falling into the kiss. Her first kiss. Its everything she could have imagined and more. Bursts of colors flood her vision in ecstasy, and its absolutely beautiful. If she could, she would choose to live in this moment for the rest of her life.

Benedict pulls her closer and deepens the kiss, and the sweetest sound he has ever heard comes out of Penelope's throat. He realizes that he may be coming on a little strong, as he knows this is Penelope's first kiss, so he goes to pull back only to be pulled in tighter by Penelope.

Penelope has so many thoughts running through her head as Benedict is kissing her, yet she cannot find the will to part from him. She's running out of breath and feels he might be too, so she breaks away softly. Staring up at him through her lashes, skin flushed red and chest heaving slightly from the passionate kiss they shared.

Benedict watches her calmly before raising an eyebrow at her in jest, as if silently asking for her thoughts, and she laughs softly. Completely subdued by their kiss, she cannot stop herself before she says, "So, that's what that feels like?" Benedict laughs fondly at her, and she whacks him on the shoulder softly.

"Penelope, before we must part for the night... My feelings for you are well beyond the shallowness of lust and desire. I see a beautiful, compassionate woman, who cares for me just as deeply as I care for her. Words cannot describe how lucky I feel to have you in my life. I trust you with my entire life, and I know you trust me with yours," Benedict states with admiration in his eyes.

It is at this point that the rose-colored glasses begin to fade, as Benedict goes on about how lovely her character is, when she's been hiding so much of it because she is afraid that once he knows the true Penelope Featherington, he won't want her anymore. The guilt of Lady Whistledown begins to weigh on her. The shame and hurt she feels at the memory of Colin's words, and how the Ton's utter distaste for her will get old and one day there is the possibility he will change his mind. And all of his words will mean nothing. Lost in thought, as she overthinks her entire existence and worth, she completely misses part of Benedict's heart-stopping confessions.

"Benedict," she says softly, as her eyes begin to water with unshed tears. Benedict stalls, and fear creeps onto his face, "Penelope! What is wrong? Have I done something? Did I hurt you?" he says anxiously. Penelope shakes her head, and the tears begin to fall. He stares in shock and confusion, trying to figure out where he went wrong. "You have not hurt me. It is me, who has hurt you and your family. I am an awful person," she cries, "And, once you find out you are going to hate me. I just know it," her head is lowered against his chest, as she refuses to meet his eyes and her shoulders shake with each cry

Benedict stares at her trying to comprehend everything that is happening as he rushes to comfort her, "I could never hate you, Pen. Never." He shakes his head, and he hooks his fingers softly under her chin and lifts her head up to meet her eyes. Benedict stares into her watery eyes, and she holds his gaze before whispering the words.

"I am Lady Whistledown."

Penelope refuses to meet his eyes, as she feels Benedict's form tense at the words before dropping his arms all together completely stepping away from her. She watches as Benedict's hand rubs the back of his neck before both his hands lightly grip his face and stares out in disbelief.

His gaze shifts to look at the sky, and now its Benedict, who refuses to meet Penelope's gaze as he tries to process the words Penelope just told him. He huffs out a bitter laugh and levels his gaze on her, "You are Lady Whistledown?" he raises an eyebrow at her, and Penelope, who is curling in on herself trying to make herself appear as small as possible, nods a yes in affirmation.

Benedict glares outwardly, though not entirely directed at Penelope herself, as the past couple years flash in his mind. The tears, pain, and cruelty his family has faced at the words of Lady Whistledown, but along the way there has been generosity sent their way as well. He recalls everything Penelope has said about not only his family, but her family as well and he just cannot seem to comprehend the why.

Benedict finds himself asking, exactly that. "Why? Why would you do something so cruel. I can agree, there are plenty of people in this town who deserve it… but did my sisters deserve it? My mother, who is doing her absolute best raising all her children alone, without a husband, who barely had time to grieve my father's death, did she deserve the pain and mockery you caused?" he finishes with as booming of a voice he could use in the quietness of the midnight hours. He begins again, in a merciless tone, "All the pain you have caused not only my family… but most importantly you. Lady Whistledown has made a mockery of Penelope Featherington for years now… why would you do something like this –"

"Because it is what everyone else is saying about me! If they are not whispering it to their friends, then they are spitting it at me! And heaven forbid, if they are not saying it, they are thinking it with the looks of disgust I get every time I enter a room!" Penelope interrupts him completely.

Shaking with sadness and anger, at the mistreatment she has received from the people of this awful Ton. She lets out a gut-wrenching sob, and it takes everything in Benedict not to comfort her immediately by embracing her in his arms.

Instead, Benedict hammers on, "I have never thought an ill word towards you, Penelope Featherington. Not once. You must stop letting these trifling and disparaging creatures of the Ton turn you into a monster. Do you think I lie to you when I express how beautiful you are? All I ever do is think about how beautiful your entire being is inside and out. Why would you do something so cruel to your friends… and to yourself?" Shaking his head, Benedict moves as far as he possibly can from her and begins cleaning up his supplies.

"Where are you going?" Penelope tearfully asks.

"I am going to bed, and I think it would be best if you go. Now. I need time to think about this alone." Benedict tells her firmly before shuffling into his coat and grabbing the supplies and portrait, he heads off back into the Bridgerton's seasonal estate without looking back once.

Penelope feels her heart break at the sight.

"Brother care to tell me why I heard shouting outside in the garden in the wee hours of the night?" An unperturbed Anthony questions Benedict, who sat among the small settee in his art room staring off into space.

It is mid afternoon the following day after Penelope's Lady Whistledown confession, and Benedict Bridgerton has decided to hole up in the confines of his art room, which was considered a safe haven moments before Anthony barged in.

Anthony, who was supposed to be sleeping at the time Benedict left to meet Penelope in the garden, had struggled to fall asleep and decided to leave his bedchamber and venture to his study. Working away through the night, it was not until some time after midnight when he heard the sound of Benedict's voice. Although he could not decipher the topic of the conversation, he decided to wait a moment or two before intervening. Just as Anthony was leaving his office, Benedict was reentering the house wearing a tired and pained expression. Anthony watched as his brother made the trek back to his bedchamber, carrying some kind of painting and the case of his paint supplies.

Anthony had waited all morning for Benedict to come down, so he could inquire about last night, but Benedict never showed, and he had requested the staff to leave him alone for the day, stating that he was having an "artistic breakthrough at the moment". Of course, Anthony had recognized that Benedict was lying, so Anthony took matters into his own hands.

Anthony awaited a response, yet he received absolutely nothing from Benedict. Clearing his throat, "Benedict. I asked you a question," he states in his fatherly tone. Benedict huffs and says, "You do know I am a grown man now, right? I am not some child you can try to parent," he glares at Anthony.

This time Anthony is the one to let out a huff, "Yes, I am well aware, brother. Now, on with it. Stop deflecting." Benedict stares at him before sighing, "What do you want to know?" he asks.

Anthony takes a seat on a stool across from him, "I would like to know who you were shouting at and why?"

Benedict looks around the room, refusing to meet his brother's eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, before finally meeting his brother's gaze, "Penelope," he says softly. Anthony's eyebrows shoot up in shock, and his face is perplexed, "Penelope? As in, Penelope Featherington, our sister's dearest friend? That Penelope?" Anthony asks in bewilderment.

"Of course, Penelope Featherington! How many Penelope's do we know?" Benedict rolls his eyes, at Anthony's unintended theatrics. It is quiet in the room for a moment, as Anthony absorbs this fact.

Anthony takes a breath bracing himself for the response to the question he is about to inquire. "Why were you yelling at Penelope Featherington, need I remind you in the middle of the night unchaperoned?"

"We had a disagreement. It is done and over with now. I am taking some time away from her… and everyone. Our conversation was rather enlightening, and I need some time to process everything," Benedict states plainly.

"Alright, yes, I completely understand." Anthony mutters without emotion, before whacking his brother lightly on the arm. Benedict let's out an Ouch! and rubs his arm. "Now, that you have decided its over. Was that before or after you compromised her?" Anthony fires out.

"I did not compromise her!" Benedict shouts in defense, and he has no idea how he managed to lie so well in the moment. Being forced to marry one another is the last thing Penelope and Benedict need at the moment.

"You mean to tell me, that you met up with Miss. Featherington unchaperoned in the middle of the night, for no reason at all." Anthony's gaze has turned stormy as he glares at Benedict.

"It was not like that at all, Anthony. I asked if I could paint her, she said yes, so I painted her. Then, we had a disagreement."

"Let me see the painting," Anthony demands. Benedict blushes slightly and stammers out, "No… it's not finished. You know how I am about people seeing my unfinished work."

"Benedict, show me this painting, right now," Anthony growls out, and Benedict knows he has no other choice. Standing up, Benedict makes his way over to corner of his art room where he had previously hidden the painting, even taking extra precautions to cover it with a sheet. Painting in hand he brings it over to display it on his easel. Anthony follows him closely, and Benedict takes one last glance at Anthony, before uncovering the painting.

Anthony takes in the painting, and although he is amazed at the talent of his brother, he cannot help the words that tumble out of his mouth, "This is obscene. You have compromised that poor girl. Do you have any idea, what you have done. If anyone finds out about this… if Whistledown finds out about this, you are –"

Benedict interrupts him and says, "Don't worry brother, we will not have to worry about Whistledown finding out about this," he laughs bitterly, "As for the rest of the Ton…Last night before heading out, I made sure no one was lurking around, when I met Penelope in the gardens." Benedict affirms to his brother.

"Well, who is to say someone did not hear you arguing? What were you even arguing about?" Anthony asks skeptically with a raised eyebrow.

"I cannot reveal what Penelope and I were arguing about, as I deeply value the trust that we share between us. If you must know this, know that I care about her so intensely I wonder how I have gone my entire life without noticing the incredible woman that she is. I just need time to myself to process what she has done and come to terms with why she did it," Benedict lets out a pitiful sigh before throwing himself onto the settee.

Anthony stands motionless, perplexed by his brother's confession. "Do you have feelings for, Miss Featherington?"

Before Benedict can answer, Eloise bursts into the room, having clearly listened from outside the door. Unbeknownst to them she was making sure servants and footmen were not lurking about to hear of, to her surprise, Benedict and Penelope's indecent act. Eloise lets out an exasperated sigh before saying, "Of course he has feelings for her, Anthony. He has been calling on her all week long. Where have you been?" grumbling slightly, as she rolls her eyes.

Two days after her Lady Whistledown confession, Penelope spent the majority of it hiding out in her room. She has refused every single visitor requesting her presence, even Eloise. Penelope will admit, she was shocked hearing Anthony Bridgerton was requesting to see her, but she refused him as well. It was not difficult for Penelope to notice a certain Bridgerton boy had not made any effort to call on her. In light of the recent events, Penelope has not slept peacefully since her argument with Benedict, and she refuses to come down for meals. What food is brought to her lays untouched outside her bedroom door.

Her mother gives her until mid-morning before barging in. Taking in her ragged appearance, she announces her disapproval, "For heaven's sake, Penelope please have your lady maid prepare a bath for you." Portia Featherington grumbles out lowly, and then she sees Penelope unresponsive form gazing out her bedroom window. "Penelope!" she fires out, and that gets her attention, Penelope snaps her head up dazed and confused not having even realized Portia was speaking to her.

"Make yourself decent. We have a ball to attend, and I cannot have you looking like this, and bringing forth even more shame on the Featherington name," she pauses watching Penelope grimace at the harshness, "Care to explain why every Bridgerton," that's an exaggeration, Penelope thinks, "has tried visiting you, but the one who calls on you most frequently is nowhere to be found?" Portia demands. Penelope stares back at her with a dead look in her eyes, not moving to say anything.

Her mother scoffs and turns around walking towards the door of Penelope's bedchamber, just as she's at the door she turns back to look at Penelope and sighs dramatically, "Leave it to you, Penelope, to ruin your only chance at marriage. You think you are going to have any more callers once the Ton finds out Benedict Bridgerton lost interest in you?" she laughs nastily and walks out.

As soon as her mother left, Penelope began preparing for the ball. Although she felt the toll her heartbreak was taking on her, she pasted a polite smile on her face and readied herself to make an appearance in the Ton.

She picked out the least citrus-themed dress her mother had laid out for her to wear. This time instead of citrus, it was an over-the-top pink floral dress with jewels hand-sewn into it. Not the best, but not the absolute worst, Penelope thought bitterly. Instead of doing one of her mother's usual horrendous hairstyles, she convinced her lady maid to do a more relaxed style. The ways in which her hair flowed and framed her face took much of the attention off her ridiculous dress.

Unfortunately for Penelope, her mother forgot to mention the ball they were attending was the Bridgerton's Family Ball.

So, here Penelope stands outside of the Bridgerton estate with her stomach in knots, as she makes her way up the stairs to enter the ball.

The room is stunning and decorated in true Bridgerton fashion. As she tries to make a quick getaway, her mother stops her. "Penelope, at least have the decency to greet your hosts," Portia Featherington loops her arm through Penelope's guiding her over to the Bridgerton family.

It is Eloise who spots Penelope first, being dragged over by her mother. Penelope looks beautiful as always, but her face reflects pain and tiredness. She looks exhausted Eloise thinks as she the Featherington bunch move closer before stopping in front of them.

"Lord Bridgerton," Portia and her daughters curtsey, "Lady Bridgerton. How nice it was for you to extend an invitation to a magnificent ball," Portia says with not an ounce of sincerity in her voice, as she plasters a fake smile on her face.

"It is our pleasure to have you here," Lady Bridgerton says with a tight smile, truly not meaning the words coming out of her mouth. If she is honest with herself, she only invited the Featherington bunch for Penelope. Violet's gaze falls on Penelope and she smile genuinely this time.

"Penelope how nice is it is to see you, again. You must come visit us! I am sure Eloise and Benedict would love to have a visit with you!" Lady Bridgerton says with a bright smile, completely oblivious to the ongoings of her own children. Eloise and Anthony barely hold back a grimace at the mention of Benedict and Penelope. Colin glares outwardly at everyone. Benedict, who stands towards the back of the group, face holds a pained expression.

Portia finally releases Penelope out of her arms, and Penelope makes haste stepping away as Portia converses with Lady Bridgerton. Penelope spots Benedict stepping away from the group as well, so she makes a move.

Her heart clenches at the sight of his back turned to her, but that does not stop her. "Benedict!" she calls out to him. Benedict turns his head towards the sound of her voice, and Penelope's heart shatters as he stares back at her with a dead look in his eyes before turning back around and walking away.

With watery eyes as she watches him go, she hears the cackle of Cressida Cowper, who has enjoyed every moment of the scene before her. Penelope looks around the room before realizing it was not only Cressida who witnessed her act of desperation, but half of the entire Ton. A tear falls down her cheek at the humiliation, and she scurries off ignoring the calls of Eloise and Anthony behind her.

Daphne will admit she was not surprised to hear that the Bridgerton family had some kind of ongoing dilemma, but what did surprise her was the fact that, said dilemma, involved her brother Benedict, and more shockingly Penelope Featherington.

Entering the ballroom with her husband, Simon, on her arm, Daphne smiles and nods at those greeting the Duke and Duchess of Hastings. "I guess we must make our rounds, darling," Simon speaks softly to her. "I must agree, my lovely husband," she smiles brightly at him.

As they make their way around the room, Daphne has her sights set on finding Benedict, and in true Bridgerton fashion he is nowhere to be seen. However, she does end up stumbling upon Miss. Kate Sharma and her brother, Anthony.

"Duchess." Miss Sharma says respectively as she curtseys.

"Oh, how wonderful it is to see you again, Miss Sharma! And you too, my brother" Daphne says with the grace of a Duchess. Her eyes fall on Anthony, "Have you seen Benedict?"

"Why, are you here to meddle in his love life as well?" Anthony laughs as Daphne frowns before throwing a punch to his shoulder. Simon lets out an amused laugh, and Kate fails miserably at hiding her smirk. Anthony scowls at her and sighs, "If I see him, I promise to send him your way," Anthony amends and Daphne gives him a smile and a nod. Anthony and Kate take their leave, and Daphne begins her search once more.

Although she does not find Benedict in the crowd of people, her eyes do find a cowering Penelope under the glare and menacing eyes of Cressida Cowper. She grips Simon's arm leading them towards their damsel in distress.

"I must say, Penelope, I was shocked to see that Benedict Bridgerton, out of all the eligible gentlemen here, took such an interest in you this past month. Although I see now that he's come to light on what an uninteresting hermit you are," Cressida laughs manically, "Did you really think a Bridgerton would be interested in the plumpest wallflower of the Ton?" Cressida asks in a mocking voice before dramatically shuffling forward and tossing her drink in Penelope's face. "Oh dear! I must have tripped. You might want to clean that up, while I ask Mr. Bridgerton for a dance." Cressida laughs in her face before turning on her heals and walking away.

The sting in Penelope's eyes cannot be compared to burning she feels deep inside her heart. "Penelope!" she hears a soft voice call out, as she tries to wipe away the lemonade covering her face. "Good heavens, here take this!" the voice calls out, and it is then that she recognizes Daphne Bridgerton standing with her husband, holding out a handkerchief that is no doubt the Duke of Hastings personal handkerchief.

"Thank you, Duchess." Penelope says softly and begins to attempt a curtsey while being covered in lemonade. "Penelope, none of that! I have broken my fast with you many times. I insist we drop all formalities." Daphne tells Penelope softly and watches her nod while still trying to clean herself up.

"Here," Daphne holds out her arm, "Let us get you cleaned up somewhere more private?" Penelope loops her arm through Daphne's, and allows the Duchess of Hastings to her lead into a hall off the side of ballroom with the Duke of Hastings following closely behind them. He smiles fondly at his wife's generosity.

In a dark room filled with cigar smoke and the smell of strong alcohol, just a few doors down from where the Duke and Duchess of Hastings and Penelope Featherington reside, is a room full of the most infamous and respected gentlemen the Ton has to offer. These gentlemen hold the power of determining the worthiness of potential debutantes. Unfortunately, for Penelope Featherington her worthiness of being propositioned for marriage was obliterated when Colin Featherington opened his mouth.

It is an absolute miracle Benedict never heard word of these gentlemen's atrocious thoughts on Miss. Penelope Featherington. Until today.

Lord Fife had consumed many drinks the night of the Bridgerton Family's Ball, and he did not plan on stopping anytime soon. Unfortunately for him, his copious amount of drinking leads him to acting in a more vulgar manner than he would have enjoyed.

Spotting Benedict and Colin Bridgerton enter the room he slides up next to the two men. Wrapping an arm around both brothers and squeezing them tighter than intended. Lord Fife asks with a slight slur, "How are we tonight, gentlemen?" Benedict frowns at the harshness of his embrace and shrugs out from under his arm. "Just fine. Now if you will excuse me, I would like to fix myself a drink," Benedict grumbles out.

Lord Fife steps away from both brothers and dramatically motions him to leave, as if saying after you. "What is the matter with the second eldest Bridgerton tonight, Colin?"

Colin shrugs with a bitter expression, "I think him and Penelope had a row or something. I am not entirely sure," he shrugs and then hopes Fife did not hear the utter disdain in his voice as he said Penelope's name…

Laughing obnoxiously, Lord Fife pats Colin's shoulder and announces, "Well I guess one of the Bridgerton brothers turned out to be mad after all?"

The announcement raises Benedict's suspicion, and he cannot help himself as the words tumble out of this mouth, "Excuse me? What on earth are you talking about?" he addresses Lord Fife as he makes his way back over to his brother and this ridiculous man.

"You have to know!" Lord Fife acts shocked, "Colin told us all about it!"

At this point, Colin is wearing a pained expression praying to any god that his words of that fateful night are not recounted in the presence of his brother.

Benedict shifts his gaze from Fife to Colin, "No I do not think I do. Brother, care to enlighten me?"

Colin stares back at the questioning gaze Benedict is sending him, unwilling to say anything. Lord Fife who is oblivious to the tension in the room, huffs dramatically and announces, "Well, the only reason someone could ever court Miss Featherington is if they were mad! Is that not right, Colin?" Fife cackles loudly, and a few other gentlemen in the room join in as well.

"Huh, is that so?" Benedict rumbles out, holding his chin before he nods. In a flash Benedict loses his temper in a way no one has ever witnessed before. Grabbing Fife by his coat jacket hoisting him off the ground slightly and slamming him into the nearest wall.

"If I ever hear you say another foul word directed towards Miss. Featherington, so help me I will beat you within an inch of your life." Benedict growls in a menacing voice. Dropping the now shaking Fife, he falls to the ground and his circle of friends scramble as they try to pick him up.

Turning to his brother he states loudly, "So, this is what you get up to in your free time, brother? Degrading one of our most loyal family friends. A friend you happened to share a special correspondence with the entire length of your travels?" The disapproval in Benedict's makes him want to sink to the floor.

Benedict storms out of the room. Rage fills his entire being at the mistreatment of Penelope Featherington, by his own brother, nonetheless. It is this moment in time he understands exactly why Penelope became Lady Whistledown.

Storming down the hall, he makes it his mission to find Penelope. Rounding the corner, he almost stumbles into a small group of people dawdling in the hall. It is then he realizes the people he almost ran over are not only his sister, Daphne, and her husband Simon, but the woman of the hour… Penelope Featherington.

Their eyes meet, and he cannot help but notice how tearful and weary her beautiful eyes appear. He ponders on why her hair is slightly damp, and just as he begins to ask Daphne interrupts his train of thoughts. "Brother! I have been looking every where for you." Daphne smiles at him and reaches out to hug him. "It is wonderful to see you again, sister." Benedict says as cheerfully as he can, "Simon." he sends a nod towards the Duke of Hastings, who returns his acknowledgement with a friendly smile.

Benedict notices Penelope looking everywhere but him, and after his actions the past few days he completely understands. He stops right in front of her, "Pen," Benedict whispers out softly.

At the soft sound of Benedict's voice, Penelope finds the courage to look into his eyes. This is not to say she is not holding back tears from the pain he has caused her. Benedict reaches out his hand and envelops Penelope's hand within his. He gives her a bittersweet smile, and Penelope sends back a watery smile his way.

Benedict sighs softly and caresses her face. Wiping a lone tear away, Benedict says in a gentle tone, "We need to talk."

Benedict holds her face softly in his hands, before shifting to hold Penelope in his arms not evening minding as his sister and brother-in-law take in the sight of them. His heart breaks as Penelope sobs in his arms. If anyone were to stumble upon them in the hall, he is sure they would look a right mess, and he is not completely convinced the power of the Duke and Duchess of Hastings would be able to keep such a scandalous sight quiet.

Trying to comfort the heartbroken woman in his arms, Benedict begins stammering out apologies, "I was wrong, Penelope. I should have never judged you so harshly… and if I could… I would take it all back and never say the things I did or behave the way I did –"

"I do not wish to speak about this Benedict. Not tonight," Penelope says firmly and begins wiping her eyes, trying to step out of his embrace. Benedict attempts to hold on, not wanting to let go of the woman he cares so deeply for. Nevertheless, he drops his arms allowing Penelope to step out of his hold.

"Penelope, please I am truly sorry for how I have hurt you and –" Benedict rushes out wildly trying to express his deep regret for his actions, and his stomach drops as Penelope turns cold towards him, nothing but pure sorrow fills him as he begins to realize what his actions have caused.

Penelope glares at him before she snaps, "No, you do not get to do this to me!" she jabs her pointer finger into his chest, "You do not get to treat me like I am nothing and them come back to me acting as if I am your world. I will not let you do this to me, Benedict Bridgerton." Penelope fires out glaring at him.

Benedict hands reach up slightly tugging at his hair in desperation, "I told you I needed space! …Time to process the complete surprise you dropped on me after we spent the whole night together!"

"I gave you space, Benedict! That does not give you the right to publicly humiliate me in front of the entire Ton! You are no better than them, Benedict! Because of you I was harassed by that heartless Cressida Cowper and to top it all off had a drink thrown on me. You have no idea of the pain you have caused me." Penelope looks away angrily as her eyes water with unshed tears, and what she misses is the sight of Benedict's eye feeling with tears. A few tears make their way out of his eyes before he angrily wipes them away.

"You did not call on me for two days…" Penelope's voice cracks as her unshed tears begin to fall, "What was I supposed to think? I thought for sure, you would not cast me aside as if I meant nothing to you in front of the Ton. I do not understand why the men of the Bridgerton family believe they can give someone false hope and turn around and treat them in such despicable ways," Penelope shakes her head.

Benedict goes to reach for her hand, but she moves away not letting him touch her in the slightest of ways. "Penelope, please I am sorry… let us talk this out…" Benedict begs her.

"I do not wish to speak anymore on this matter, Mister Bridgerton," Penelope speaks firmly and refuses to look at Benedict anymore. Benedict's heart breaks as she addresses him formally. She wipes the tears from her eyes before continuing, "If you will excuse me, I am going to find my mother and see if she will allow me to head home for the night," Penelope curtseys and begins to walk away.

Daphne clears her throat, "Penelope, Simon and I can accompany you home. If you would like?" she asks softly. Penelope nods softly and smiles genuinely at the offer, "That would be most appreciated, Duchess,"

"Penelope, what have I told you? I must insist you drop all formalities with me," Daphne smiles playfully before offering Penelope her arm. She turns back to her brother, smile dropping at the sight of him, "Brother, I believe we have much to catch up on, after the festivities of tonight have died down," she frowns with disapproval in her eyes. Benedict had never thought seeing the disappointment in his sister's eyes would make his heart hurt so badly, but alas it did and he barely contains a flinch at the sight of it.

Simon pats Benedict on the shoulder in comfort, before departing with his wife and Penelope, as they make their way to inform Penelope is taking leave for the night.

Once the ball has come to an end, Benedict Bridgerton makes its his mission to find Colin Bridgerton.

It is well into the night when he finds Colin lounging on the settee in the drawing room, with Eloise sitting across from him with her nose in a book. Benedict's rage only seemed to be reignited once Penelope rejected his apologies.

Benedict barges over to Colin, and angrily hauls him up, similarly to the way he grabbed Lord Fife. "Benedict!" Eloise exclaims in shock, completely dropping her book and standing up staring at the two in bewilderment. Benedict pays no mind spitting out in pure hatred, "Do you think you can get away with what you have done, Colin? Saying that shit about Penelope in front of the most influential gentlemen of the Ton,"

"Colin, what did you say?" Eloise asks horrified. Once again, Eloise is ignored by the two men in the room, so she rolls her eyes before going to find Anthony.

Colin fights his way out of Benedict's grip, stepping back and arrogantly smoothing out his suit jacket, "It is not like you have done much better, brother! You rejected Penelope in front of the whole Ton. Do you truly think you are better than me?" Colin bitterly laughs before shoving Benedict back hard.

Benedict raises his fist, and before Colin knows it, he is stumbling back in shock as Benedict's fist meets his face. All hell breaks loose. Punch after punch is thrown between the two, before the fight is broken up. Anthony hauling Colin off, and Simon pushing Benedict backwards in the opposite direction.

"What on earth is going on?" Anthony demands, breathing heavily.

"Shall I tell him, brother? Or would you like to?" Benedict spits out in anger.

"Tell me what?" Anthony inquires raising an eyebrow at Colin.

A beat passes and not a word is said. Eloise huffs, "Well, I for one, would like to know the horrid things you said about my dear friend, Colin." Eloise glares at him.

When Colin makes no move to divulge anything, Benedict laughs bitterly, "Our brother is too much of a coward to inform us, that he announced to Lord Fife and other prominent gentlemen of the Ton… that he would have to be mad to court Penelope Featherington."

Eloise gasps aloud, and whispers, "Colin, how could do this to Penelope? She was your friend." Eloise chokes out. As her eyes begin to grow misty, at the injustice of her beloved friend, Eloise makes her way to the door. "Colin, you must apologise to Penelope because if you do not… I do not want to ever speak to you again," Eloise turns around and walks out of the drawing room.

Colin sighs, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, "I did not mean a word I said! I had some drinks, and I was only mucking about!" Colin states defensively.

Anthony pats Colin's shoulder firmly, "It does not matter if you said it in jest or not. Saying those words have ruined any chance of Penelope receiving a dependable proposition for marriage … If Benedict were not so serious about her, I would make you go over there now and ask for her hand in marriage," Anthony finishes and Colin wants to hide at the disapproval sent towards his way.

"I would marry her. I want to marry her… just not now," Colin says casting his eye down towards the floor. Colin looks up glaring at Benedict, "Now she refuses to even look at me anymore because of you, Benedict," Colin spits out.

Benedict glares back at him, "You think I am the reason that she won't look or even speak to you anymore? You announced to some of the most influential gentlemen of the Ton, that you would have to be mad to court Penelope Featherington! Do you truly think she that your rash and callous words never got back to her? How dense can you be, brother?" Benedict fires back.

Colin goes to lunge for Benedict, but is held back by Anthony, "She was mine, Benedict! You never even thought of her in any way until now! I have spent years building a friendship with her, and I was going to ask for her hand in marriage when I felt ready!"

Benedict sighs, releasing his anger, as he is so tired of all the fighting, he talks calmly but firmly to Colin, "You have not once ever mentioned that Penelope was to be your betrothed, Colin. All you do is share a few lousy dances with her, and then cast her aside for just about any other debutante in the room. How can you claim to have a right to her, when no one, but yourself, is the one who knows your supposed feelings?

"I have spent weeks upon weeks with her, Colin. Penelope is warm and kind, and I find myself so enamored by the beauty of her being inside and out, that I feel at loss when she is not around. We understand one another in ways no one on earth could ever possibly understand us. And, I know I have truly messed up… and if she can find it in her heart to forgive me, I want to spend the rest of my days with her if she will allow me," pausing Benedict takes a breath before continuing in a more low but just as firm tone, "So, I am asking you… please let her go." Benedict finishes before walking out of the room and making his way to his bedchamber for the night.

After the absolute boxing match between the two Bridgerton brothers, Daphne and Anthony make their way into Anthony's study. Daphne makes her way over to Anthony's cabinet before pouring herself and Anthony a strong drink. She hands Anthony's his drink, as she takes a sip of hers before throwing it back and downing the entire drink in one gulp. Anthony laughs at the sight, but he does not move to drink his just yet.

Daphne is attempting to maintain a calm composure as she settles into a chair across from Anthony's desk, when Anthony begins rehashing the events of Benedict and Penelope's disaster. Anthony knew after Benedict's declaration of love for Penelope tonight, he was only recounting half of the actual story of Benedict and Penelope that night in the garden.

"Our brother spent an entire night with Penelope, in the garden painting her?" Daphne asks incredulously, resting her chin in the palm of her head. She levels her gaze at her oldest brother, "And you are to tell me… that after a whole night together… no compromising actions took place?" Daphne raises her eyebrow at Anthony. Anthony shrugs and then laughs softly, "I did not voice that I believe Benedict's words… he is our brother we both know how awful he is at lying."

Anthony barely contains a howl of laughter when Daphne reaches over his desk to grab his untouched drink and downs her second glass of whiskey for the night.

Just after the Bridgerton family has broken their fast, Anthony settles onto the settee next to an emotionally and a physically bruised Colin. Eloise ran off, no doubt to Penelope's, as soon as the family was finished with breakfast. Benedict remains on the opposite side of the room, attempting to dodge questions from his mother as she inquiries about the physical appearance of her two sons. Gregory is messing about with Hyacinth as she practices her piano forte.

Anthony sighs as he watches as Colin stares into nothing with a deep frown set upon his face before he huffs and looks away from Anthony, "If you are waiting to say something, I insist you go ahead and get on with it."

Anthony chuckles sadly, thinking to himself what an absolute mess this is, before he begins speaking to Colin, he pats Colin's shoulder affectionately waiting for his younger brother to look him in the eyes. He holds back a grimace at Colin's bruised eye and cheek, and glances at Benedict across the room who seems to be sporting his own as well.

Anthony levels his gaze on Colin, "I need you to make this right Colin…you need to apologise to Penelope because it is quite obvious that she, and many people of the Ton, have unfortunately caught word of you callous declaration of her worthiness as a debutante," Anthony pauses and watches as Colin winces at the mentioning of his foolish actions, "As I mentioned last night, had Benedict not proclaimed his true feelings for Miss. Featherington I would be forcing you to remedy this situation and honor her," He watches as Colin's face crumbles and he holds his head in his hands. Anthony's heart clenches as he watches his brother's shoulders shake with silent cries, and he wraps an arm around Colin attempting to comfort him. Colin turns towards him and wipes his eyes, he lets out a silent breath before saying, "I really did love her, Anthony… I just was not ready," Colin whispers.

Anthony says in a low voice for only Colin to hear, "It will get better, Colin. Trust me this pain you feel will fade."

Colin wipes the rest of his tears away before standing and straightening his clothes, "I promise you, Anthony. I will make this right…"

Before Penelope is awake enough to deal with the aftermath of the night before, her dearest friend Eloise Bridgerton is barging into the room with her disapproving lady's maid following Eloise.

She begins to sit up in her bed, her blazing red hair slightly ruffled from a restless night of sleep, that had her tossing and turning all night long. Penelope's lady's maid begins stammering out, "I must apologise, Miss Penelope. I tried to get her to wait –"

Eloise gesticulates wildly as she interrupts the lady's maid she blurts out "There is no time to wait!" Eloise turns to Penelope's lady's maid, Marissa, "We have private matters to discuss. You are dismissed," she states bluntly.

"Eloise!" Penelope gasps out incredulously, as she sends an apologetic gaze towards her lady's maid, "Thank you for informing of our impromptu guest, Marissa. I will call on you in a little while to help me prepare for the day," Penelope smiles politely and her lady's maid takes her leave.

"Did you have to be so rude, El?" Penelope sends a look towards Eloise who softens a little before rolling her eyes. Eloise gazes at Penelope, sadness shining through her eyes.

"I must ask you something, Pen?" Eloise asks quietly. Penelope raises an eyebrow at her and motions for her to continue. Eloise sighs and sits at the foot of Penelope's bed and in a soft and gentle voice she asks, "Were you ever going to tell me what awful and horrific words my dunce of a brother said?"

Once the words are out of her mouth, Eloise immediately regrets ever asking. Penelope bursts into tears, "Why would I ever want to repeat those absolutely humiliating words? You know, I was there when he said them? I was looking for you, when I found Colin standing amongst Lord Fife and some other gentlemen of the Ton and that's when –" Penelope chokes on a sob, and Eloise is rushing forwards to wrap her in comforting embrace. Eloise lets Penelope cry her heart out and begins apologizing to her, "I am so sorry, Pen. We do not have to speak anymore of this." Penelope shakes her head, "No there is no need to apologise. What is done is done. I will ask. How did you find out?" Penelope wipes her eyes and then raises an eyebrow at her in question.

Eloise then begins to recount the quite unexpected events that took place after the Bridgerton Family's Ball. Penelope could not help, but gasp as Eloise divulged the physical altercation that took place between Colin and Benedict.

Penelope lets out a sigh, "What a night. Colin and Ben fighting. I had to endure Cressida's cruel words not to mention she threw a drink on me. Then you –"

"Wait. What? Cressida Cowper threw a drink on you at our ball last night?" Eloise asks in shock. Penelope nods, and says quietly, "It is not the first time, and I am sure it will not be the last time," frowning at her.

"No," Eloise states firmly, "this will be the last time Cressida thinks she can hurt you. Lady Whistledown is going to take care of her. And in the next issue you can fix everything… your reputation…" Eloise rambles on determinedly.

Shaking her head as Penelope hears Eloise ramble on and on, "El. I told you I am not publishing another Lady Whistledown Society Paper again. Look at where it has brought me. I almost lost you, and now," Penelope takes in a shaky breath barely holding back fresh tears, "I have lost the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Lady Whistledown has brought nothing but hurt for everyone involved."

Eloise softens and clasps their hands together, "You have not lost him, Pen. I can promise you that. Unfortunately, the Bridgerton boys do not have a good track record of actually using their brains," Eloise says softly and they both chuckle sadly. Eloise continues on urgently, "Penelope, you must write something before this Lady Whistledown imposter, writes their own recollection of the events last night and absolutely obliterates you. Worse, they could write something about you and Benedict –"

Before Eloise can continue Penelope's lady's maid reenters her bedchamber. "I am sorry to interrupt, Miss. Penelope. This has arrived." Marissa holds a piece of cardstock out to her with a pained expression. Penelope takes the paper and stares gloomily at, yet another Lady Whistledown issue written by some absolute fraud. Eloise shuffles from her spot at the foot of the bed to sit next to Penelope, so she can read the paper over her friend's shoulder. Eloise feels her heart clench painfully at the harsh words written about her most dear friend and the audacity this writer has for applauding Benedict's despicable actions towards Penelope.

"It is quite obviously a fake, as was the last one, my lady," Marissa says quietly clasping her hands together in front of her as she waits anxiously for the two to finish the paper.

"I appreciate the sentiment, Marissa. Although this appears not to be a real Lady Whistledown, their words hold some weight among the many gossipmongers of the Ton," Penelope says lowly with unshed tears in her eyes. She huffs a breath out and wipes her eyes, "Thank you for bringing this to me. I would like some time alone to speak with El." Her lady's maid gives a curtsy and steps out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Penelope turns to Eloise before sighing, "Alright, I will write one last issue denouncing this complete imposter, and then I will not write another. I am serious about this, Eloise. I'm done writing Lady Whistledown after this, it has caused me and other so much pain," Penelope says firmly. Eloise nods in a way to say she believes her, but they both know this will not be the last of Lady Whistledown.

Eloise gazes back at Penelope with a mischievous smile and claps her hands together in excitement. "I must say, I have always wanted to observe Lady Whistledown as she crafts these papers, and now that I will have the chance to see your work in action, I cannot even express to you how excited I am."

Penelope rouses from her bed and begins to make her way to her desk, Eloise watches on from her seat on the bed. Penelope pulls out a small notebook and begins scribbling away.

It is early in the afternoon, when Penelope returns from making a quick and urgent trip to the print shop with Eloise. Both were dressed in dark cloaks and kept their heads down low, as they made their trip in broad daylight.

Eloise watched in awe as Penelope negotiated with the printer in such a firm and assertive way, she had never seen Penelope possess. After requesting a rush order for the Lady Whistledown Society Papers to be produced and sent out by late afternoon, the two girls returned to their respective homes as they did not want their absence to go noticed.

Penelope is handing off her day coat to her lady's maid, when a footman informs Penelope that someone sent flowers for her. Her heart soars at the words, and she rushes into the drawing room excited to see what Benedict might have sent her. Except her stomach drops slightly when she sees a vase containing her least favorite flowers, in fact, she is pretty sure she is allergic to the colorful bouquet of lilies. Benedict knows how much she despises these flowers, surely, he would not have sent them to spite her.

Walking slowly towards the vase she reaches out to grasp the small envelope set in the middle of the bouquet. Reading the card, she sees that it is a message from Colin Bridgerton. Penelope lets out a quiet sneeze, now utterly annoyed.

If Colin Bridgerton had sent her flowers months ago – even flowers she was allergic to – it would have her in puddles on the floor and her pathetic crush would only worsen, Penelope laughs aloud at the thought. Now she cannot even stand the thought of Colin, so she makes haste to alert the maids to dispose of the flowers.

The message itself is bland requesting her presence at Gunter's Tea Shop, and she looks at the note once more before rolling her eyes and crumpling it up and tossing it in the bin. A little too late, she thinks bitterly to herself.

Penelope takes one last look around the room to see if anything from another Bridgerton boy came for her while she was out with Eloise, but with no luck she turns and heads to find her mama.

Out for a promenade with the rest of the Featherington bunch, Penelope cannot help but feel her skin crawl as everyone stares at her some with curiosity but most with disgust. It is just now turning to late afternoon, and she awaits anxiously for the paperboy to deliver her latest Lady Whistledown Society Paper.

Penelope startles as she hears a shout of joy and looks over to see a group of young Lords rejoice as they purchase her latest Lady Whistledown from the paperboy. She watches as the scruffy looking paperboy makes his rounds, collecting coins from everyone.

Portia Featherington even stops the young child, and purchases one from him herself. Her brow raised as she scans it, "Well, look at that the real Lady Whistledown has made her appearance," she says before tossing the paper towards Prudence and Phillipa, who scramble to catch it.

Along their way home, the Featherington family runs into none other than the Duke and Duchess of Hastings. Daphne and Simon send friendly smiles towards Penelope and greet everyone else with tight and polite smiles. Portia Featherington and her daughter curtsey formally.

Simon converses politely with the younger Baron Featherington and Lady Featherington, and Daphne turns towards Penelope, "How are you doing this afternoon, Penelope?" Daphne asks softly with a gentle smile.

Penelope returns her smile, "I must say better than last night, Duchess," she laughs softly and Daphne lets out a soft laugh too.

Daphne moves in closer and asks discreetly, "Have you heard from Benedict?" and Daphne frowns as she sees Penelope shake her head, indicating that she had not heard from Benedict Bridgerton, "Well, I am sure you will hear from him soon, as I popped by the house, and he was truly wallowing in sorrow. You know the men of the Bridgerton family are some of the most emotionally insufferable men out there," Daphne attempts to lift Penelope's spirit, but instead she holds back a slight cringe at Penelope's pained look.

Daphne is at a loss from the entire Benedict and Penelope situation, she truly thought out of all her brothers that Colin would be the one to court and marry Penelope, but it seems that in her absence the two have found a strange but utterly captivating love in one another.

Lost in thought Daphne is brought back to reality at the sound of Lady Featherington's dreadful voice announcing they must be on their way. "Before you go," Daphne says joyfully, "I was wondering if Penelope could accompany me to the modiste tomorrow morning? I would love her opinions on a few dresses I am having made," Daphne asks Lady Featherington politely.

Portia Featherington lets out an indignant sigh, "I suppose I can allow that," she states in annoyed tone. Daphne lets out a soft sound of glee and gives Penelope a quick hug before bidding their goodbyes.

Penelope has a smile on her face the entire walk home. For a moment, she felt at peace.

When Penelope returns to her room for the night, she finds a small rectangular package lying on her bed. She stares curiously at it, but then shivers as a gust of wind barrels into her room. Penelope turns her head towards her bedroom window, and sees it remains half open. She cannot help but think how odd it is because she has no recollection of opening her bedroom window at all.

Walking across the room she reaches over and closes the window shutting it firmly, so it does not reopen in the night. She turns around and examines the package on her bed, it is wrapped in delicate floral paper, a note attached to it details: For my beautiful Pen; she is almost ashamed to admit she recognizes immediately just who's handwriting it is…Benedict Bridgerton.

Earlier today she had inquired from her lady's maid if anyone else had stopped by, and she was informed that all the footmen received today were flowers and only flowers Miss. Penelope from Colin Bridgerton. No other mail or packages came for her. Penelope frowns in thought, trying to figure out how Benedict Bridgerton managed to deliver such a gift, and then it hits her. She lets out a soft laugh, as she realizes Benedict climbed up the small rose garden trellis outside her window and stumbling in through her window to deliver this small package.

Opening the present carefully, flower petals of all her favorite flowers spill out and she finds a small leatherbound book. Gasping at the beautiful display in front of her, she picks the book up and a light blue envelope falls out of the book on to the floor. Setting the book down, she reaches down to pick up the envelope. Penelope is written on the outside in his beautiful penmanship. Penelope stares at it for a few moments before her anticipation gets the best of her and she rips it open. The letter enclosed reads:

Dear Penelope,

I have wronged you deeply, and I am trying greatly to find the words to express how sorry I am for the pain I have caused you. I deeply regret my actions towards you, and I wish that I could go back to the night of our quarrel and change everything. I was a coward, scratch that I am a coward. I wish with all my heart, that I never walked away from you that night, for if I had stayed and acted like the man you needed… you would not have had to suffer so greatly from the pain, that I have caused you.

Since I am struggling so to write this letter, as I have not even an ounce of the skill you obtain when it comes to words. I have decided to show you just how much I truly feel for you.

You are absolutely breathtaking, Penelope Featherington.

Penelope barely holds back a gasp, and she reaches for the leatherbound book, except it is not just a book it is Benedict Bridgerton's sketchbook. It is the contents of the book itself that make her truly gasp aloud. Benedict's sketchbook is filled entirely with drawings, paintings, sketches of Penelope Featherington. She blushes a deep red as she sees the attempts Benedict made at recalling some of their most intimate moments.

Benedict's sketchbook is filled with everything Penelope, and she cannot even begin to describe the heat she feels in her body or the warmth that fills her heart. Although she cannot help but whimper slightly at the slight pain, she feels from everything that has transpired, and all she wants to do is run into Benedict's embrace.

It is at that moment, no matter how foolish her actions may seem, she decides to seek out the absolute dolt that is Benedict Bridgerton, a man who holds her heart in a way no man has ever before. She folds up the present from Benedict and hides it under her bed. Just as she begins to look around for her well-hidden cloak, the door to her bedchamber is thrown open. Startled completely, Penelope lets out a scream. Portia Featherington stands in the doorway, one hand on her hip with a menacing smirk on her lips. In her other hand is a familiar white cardstock.

"Well, well, well… it is about time you finally made an appearance…Lady Whistledown," Lady Featherington says menacingly as she tosses the latest Lady Whistledown Society Paper on Penelope's bed. Penelope feels her heart drop, in fact she is pretty sure her heart and stomach are about to fall out on the floor.

Penelope gazes at her in shock. Words began tumbling out of her mouth, "How did you know? When did you–"

Portia Featherington holds up her hand to stop Penelope from rambling, "Penelope, dear, you mustn't ramble it makes you look ever so incompetent, and we all know you are not as incompetent as you look," she states in a huff, and then her looks turns dark.

"Do you take me as a fool, girl?" Portia stares into Penelope's eye with the meanest glare. This, her own mother finding out her secret, is one of Penelope's worst fears. "Do you honestly think that I would allow a person hiding behind the anonymity of pseudonym ruin our family name time after time, and not find out who?" Portia booms out making Penelope flinch.

"It was quite obvious after you outed your cousin, Penelope," Lady Featherington lets us an unnerving cackle before continuing, "Why, you ask? We were running low on funds, so I thought it was beneficial for both of us if I wrote my own Lady Whistledown trash to summon you back into the game," she finished smiling wickedly at Penelope.

Penelope stomach drops at the realization. She drops to her knees searching for her hidden floorboard safe. Once she finds it she lifts the floorboard up to see her bag filled with all the money she has ever earned from publishing Lady Whistledown gone.

Tears fill her eyes as she looks up in horror at her mother, "How could you?" she yells out. Portia stomps over to her and raises her hand before hauling off and smacking Penelope across the cheek. Penelope reels back horrified, her cheek already blossoming a red handprint.

"How could I?!" Portia screams out angrily, "You have ruined this family countless times. It is your fault we are in this situation now," She grabs Penelope's chin and makes her daughter hold her gaze, "So, now you are going to pay the price for it," her mama gazes at her fiercely before dropping her grip and shuffling back towards the door.

"I expect at the least two issues a week, Penelope. If I do not get what I want, it will not be me you answer to. It will be the Queen," Portia sends her one last glare before shutting the door.

Penelope curls into herself on the floor and lets out heart wrenching sobs.

Colin sits patiently at a quaint table in Gunter's Tea Shop, awaiting the arrival of his beloved friend and hopefully soon to be lover. He peers out the shop's window, scanning the crowd for the blazing auburn hair of his dearest friend, Miss. Penelope Featherington.

Glancing down at his pocket watch, he realizes she is late, which is quite out of character for Penelope. Colin gazes out the window, brow furrowing in worry. He tries to shake it off, by imagining a ruffled and out of breath Penelope stumbling into the shop with her lady's maid behind her, recounting some trivial obstacle she faced on her journey over that kept her from making it on time. Laughing to himself, Colin looks around the tea shop and the various couples and families filtering in and out of the little tea shop, bundles filled with cakes, wines, and all kinds of fresh assortments.

Colin had the entire afternoon planned, he would of course apologise and then confess his intent on courting her, and after enjoying a few refreshments at Gunter's Tea Shop, he would escort her home and inform her mother of his intentions as well. Colin could fix this. Penelope and he could leave behind all this Benedict nonsense, and everything would be just right.

Except, no matter how long Colin sits awaiting the woman who holds his heart time does not stop, and midafternoon turns into late afternoon with no sign of Penelope Featherington making an appearance. Holding his head in his hands in desperation, thinking to himself: how could she do this to me?

Colin is startled by a hand on his shoulder, he looks up hopeful but is greeted by the sight of the shop owner, who informs him they are closing for the day. Colin glances around the shop, which is completely cleared out, he rushes out an apology with a red flush of embarrassment on his cheeks, and hands the owner some change for loitering in his shop the entire afternoon.

Blinding hot shame, disappointment, and a little bit of rage flow through Colin as he stomps is way home. He cannot actually believe Penelope would do this to him. Penelope is supposed to be kind and nice. She always loved spending time with Colin, and he was hoping the flowers he sent would give her the push to finally acknowledge his presence again.

By the time Colin makes it home, the sun is beginning to set entering the hours of dusk. Shuffling out of his day coat, he tosses it and his hat roughly to one of the footmen standing post in the foyer. Just as he is about to head to his bed chamber, he sees Benedict shuffling down the staircase with that awful lovesick face of his, and Colin hides in the nearest corridor watching him. Benedict appears to be carrying a package wrapped in the most delicate wrapping Colin has ever seen. In that moment, Colin decides to follow Benedict to see who he might be making this delivery to. Although Colin already has a good idea, his stomach twists at the thought.

Just as Benedict steps one foot outside of the Bridgerton seasonal estate, Colin is hot on his heels. He remains quiet and holds a good bit of a distance, and as Colin expects Benedict to make his dash up the steps of Penelope's home, Benedict seems to make a detour into the little alleyway between homes. Following his path, Colin waits on the other side watching from a distance.

Colin's eyes bulge out his head slightly at the sight of Benedict climbing up the rose garden trellis just outside Penelope's bedroom window. He watches in complete shock as Benedict takes a quick glance around – and obviously not that well of a glance as his eyes do not catch Colin watching his every movement from around the corner – before Benedict begins to push Penelope's window open. Before Colin knows it, Benedict enters into her bedroom, and is not seen for a few minutes before shuffling out the window and leaving it slightly cracked.

Colin turns his back on Benedict and begins to walk back home, his heart clenches in pain at display of affection his brother just gave Penelope. How could anything Colin does even compare to what Benedict has done for her? It is quite evident to Colin that Benedict and Penelope have reconciled or are going to after that.

Regret and shame fill him so deeply it almost knocks the breath out of him. He wishes for nothing in this moment, but to have gone back to so many moments in time and to have been the man he needed to be for Penelope. Colin realizes the inevitable, as his immature and callous actions have now revealed his consequence. He's too late.

After inconspicuously delivering Penelope's gift, Benedict enters into his art room with uplifted spirits. He is hoping that his special gift will say more than his words ever could have, but the only way to tell will be if Penelope accepts his request to call on her.

Benedict feels his chest tighten at the thought of Penelope refusing him once more. He understands now what a huge mistake he has made, and he wants nothing more but to gain forgiveness from all the hurt and pain he has caused her. Benedict realizes that if she asked him to, he would spend the rest of his life making up for it, and that fact in itself does not bother him one bit. Benedict would willingly spend the rest of his life with Penelope in any way that she will have him. As friends, lovers, or simply in terms of trying to earn her forgiveness.

Benedict settles himself at his drawing table and is aimlessly drawing, when one of the footmen enters the room bearing a note addressed to Mr. Benedict Bridgerton. Thanking the man for bringing it to him, he drops himself onto the settee across from his drawing table. Ripping open the envelope, his eyes quickly scan over the contents. Benedict lets out a shriek of joy, as he realizes one of his professor's is not only requesting his presence for a special exhibit the Royal Academy of Art is hosting, but also wishes to present one of Benedict's pieces as well.

Jumping up from his spot on the couch, he rushes to his eldest brother's study. Racing the downstairs, he passes his sister, Eloise, who watches him with an amused and baffled look upon her face.

"Where's the fire, Benedict?" Eloise asks with a laugh. Benedict grins at her pausing at the bottom of the steps looking up at her he says, "Very funny, Eloise. If must know… a piece of my artwork is being presented at an art gallery hosted by the Royal Academy of Art."

Eloise lets out her own shriek of joy and bounds down the stairs, "Oh Benedict! I am so happy for you! When is it?" she asks wrapping him in a congratulatory hug. Benedict looks down at the letter in his hand, and frowns, "Tomorrow evening…" Eloise frowns as well, and sighs out, "How unfortunate of them to have sent notice so late. Will you be able to make it?" Benedict rubs the back of his neck, "It might be possible for me to make it, but unfortunately not the rest of the family." Eloise pats his shoulder comfortingly, "I am sure you will figure out something. You should talk to Anthony maybe a few of us can attend with you?" Benedict nods and they part ways, as he heads to Anthony's study, he cannot help but wish Penelope was the one who would be attending the art exhibit with him.

Knocking on the door of Anthony's study, he awaits the sound of his brother's voice shouting a Come in! before stepping through the doorway. "Ah, Benedict! How nice it is to see you this evening." Anthony says smiling at him. Benedict sends a smile back his way, "I have grand news, brother!" Motioning for him to continue, Benedict takes in a breath before saying, "The Royal Academy of Art has decided to present one of my pieces at an art exhibit they are hosting," Anthony eyes widen in shock and then fill with pride, "That is amazing, Benedict! I told you that you were a brilliant artist. When is it? Oh, we must have the whole family attend. Maybe I can even convince the Sharma family to attend with us –"

Benedict interrupts with a sigh which causes Anthony to turn to him in confusion, "That is where the problem rests, brother. They only sent notice two days prior, and the art exhibit is tomorrow evening," he finishes with another sigh. Anthony frowns in disappointment, "How unfortunate. I assure you brother, that had they sent notice earlier we would have all attended. I would have made sure of it." Anthony says firmly layered with disappointment for Benedict.

Benedict nods his head in affirmation, "Of course, I understand. I would never doubt you, Anthony," he sends a small smile towards his eldest brother. Anthony returns his smile as well, "Well, this is still brilliant news Benedict. Here is what will happen, I will escort and present Eloise to her seasonal events, and mother and the younger children can join you on your trip. I want you to have someone there for you, and I truly wish all of us could be there for this momentous achievement in your life," Anthony finishes, sounding fatherlier than brotherly at the moment. Benedict stands up and embraces his brother tightly.

The next morning Benedict is rushing down the stairs carrying in one hand a small travel case holding a bit of his drawing supplies and sketchbooks, and in the other hand he holds a pale pink envelope with Pen, written in his most delicate penmanship. Catching sight of Eloise entering the drawing room, he leaps off the last step and shouts out, "Eloise!"

Eloise, who previously had her nose in her latest book, looks up startled at the shout, "Benedict, must you shout so early in the morning?" She asks holding a hand to her beating her heart as she glares at him. Benedict sends her an apologetic smile, "I have a small request for you." Eloise quirks an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Holding out his hand containing the letter addressed to Penelope, Eloise looks down out at the envelope. "I know I am going to be away for a few days, so I was wondering if you could give this to Penelope yourself. I would have one of the footmen do it, but nothing ever stays secret these days," Benedict shrugs softly with a blush coating his cheeks. Eloise marvels at this flustered love-sick version of Benedict.

Eloise laughs softly before saying, "Yes, of course. I plan to see her later today. Once she returns from the modiste with Daphne I will deliver this to her personally," she smiles at him, tucking the letter safely inside her book.

Benedict thanks her greatly, and then reaches into his coat pocket and looks at the time, "Oh no, we are already running behind," he lets out an anxious sigh. Eloise grins at him before saying, "Not for long," she sets the book down on the table next to the doorway and rushes to the bottom of the steps before shouting, herself this time, "Mama, you must make haste!" Gregory and Hyacinth, who are waiting in the foyer dissolve into giggles, and Benedict lets out a surprised laugh. When their mother makes her way to the top of the steps a few moments later with a slight disgruntled look on her face that quickly dissolves at the sight of her children all laughing together.

What no one seems to notice, is a bitter and anger-filled Colin Bridgerton watching the entire exchange take place between Benedict and Eloise. Watching Benedict hand Eloise that damn letter, filled with what he can only imagine as a love-sick confession. As the rest of the Bridgerton wishes safe travels, Colin Bridgerton swipes Benedict's letter to Penelope from the safe enclosure of Eloise's book. He stuffs it into his coat pocket, says a quick goodbye to his mother before returning to his bedchamber.

Notes:

What do you think? The plot thickens just a little bit more. Penelope and Benedict will reunite in chapter 16! I promise, and if they don't for some reason it will be another double update because I am not going to post another chapter alone after chapter 15 without BENXPEN together haha that would be way too cruel.

Next chapter will be very interesting... We will see a lot more of Penelope and unfortunately a lot more drama. Do not worry all will be sorted soon :)

Colin is really the worst not going to lie.

Penelope stands nervously awaiting the arrival of the Duchess of Hastings, or as she personally knows Daphne Bridgerton. Penelope's morning went as she expected. Although there was no verbal reminder of her and Lady Featherington's conversation from last night the warning remained. Penelope needed to start writing the next issue of Lady Whistledown Society Papers now.

Even as she stands her anxiously waiting for a visit to the modiste with Daphne, she can not help but feel relief at being able to leave the Featherington estate for a moment or two. Additionally, going to the modiste gives her the chance to hear the latest gossip and scandalous secrets floating around the Ton.

Her heart throbs painfully as wonders how she let herself get into this mess, and as she is filled to the brim with regret, she realizes in this moment it she has absolutely no other choice than appease her mother. Penelope does not even want to think about what would happen if she actually did refuse.

Pushing a curl out of her face, she winces as her fingers brush the welt on the side of her face. Although it is small and concealed with makeup to the best of her ability, the small wound is still slightly visible. She was hoping to hide it with a more face framing hair style, but out of pure reflex she keeps pushing the hair out of her face.

Her attention is alerted to the entryway as she sees Daphne and her lady maid accompanying her, entering the Featherington household. Penelope sends a quiet smile to both of them, "Good morning, Duchess," Penelope greets formally. Daphne playfully rolls her eyes, "How many times have I told you, Pen? Daphne is just fine," Daphne says if a soft friendly tone. Penelope nods, "Of course, my apologies. Are you ready to head out?" Penelope grabs her shawl layering it over her shoulder and then secures it into place. Sliding her gloves on she glances over at Daphne to see her offering her arm to Penelope.

Penelope loops her arm through Daphne's offered arm, and they make their way out of the Featherington household, with Daphne's lady maid following loosely behind the two of them. It is quiet for a moment before Daphne asks, "So, I must inquire. Have you heard anything from Benedict? It appears to me that he quite a lot to make up for," Daphne raises an eyebrow at her with a jesting smile playing on her lips.

Penelope lets out a light laugh, "Well, I have not spoken to Benedict, but…" Penelope trails off with a whisper turning closer to Daphne, "He did decide to leave a very thoughtful gift in my bedchamber last night. I must say, I was shocked to piece together the fact he delivered it by climbing through my window!" Penelope finishes with a whisper shout.

Daphne stares at her in shock, her jaw hanging open slightly before she throws hers head back and laughs heartily. Soon enough Penelope begins to giggle as well. Those who past the two young women on the street send them a mixture of looks at their outlandish behaviour.

"That boy is a lovesick fool, I must say," Daphne wipes the tears of laughter away.

They finally approach the storefront of Madame Genevieve Delacroix. Making their way into the shop Madam Delacroix greets the two of them politely and informs them she will be with them in just a few minutes as she finishes helping another customer.

Penelope and Daphne turn to the collection of fabrics, they both begin to browse through all the various colors and textures. Daphne turns to Penelope and asks, "What do you think about this fabric?"

She holds out an electric burgundy purple with a stunning red hue to it, Penelope stares at it in awe. "It's beautiful, Daphne," as she reached out to feel the soft and silky fabric. Daphne nods and sighs dramatically, "I agree…Well, I do not think I would be able to pull it off with my complexion," she pauses and glances at Penelope before holding the sample of fabric up to Penelope's face, "You, on the other hand, this would look absolutely amazing on you," Daphne smiles brightly at her.

Penelope smiles bashfully at Daphne and her cheeks flush a little at the complement. She shakes her head softly in disbelief causing her hair to fall slightly in her face. As she pushes the hair out of her face, she hears a gasp. Daphne grabs hold of her chin softly, before asking, "What on earth happened to your face, Pen?"

Penelope casts her eyes away from Daphne as a different type of red flushes to her cheeks. She tries to hide her embarrassment as she shies away from Daphne. "Nothing really," Penelope shrugs, "I was not watching where I was going and ran into something. I do not actually remember. It's nothing of importance," Penelope states hoping to convince the Duchess, while also feeling extreme guilt for lying to a dear friend.

Daphne looks like she wants to interject, when they are interrupted by Madame Delacroix entering the room followed by Lady Cowper and Cressida Cowper. "Miss Cowper, I should have those adjustments made in no time. With the new measurements I took, your dresses should have a lot more room once I am done with them. We can only keep the shape of our young adolescent bodies for so long," Genevieve laughs playfully. Cressida sends her a slight glare, as she catches eyes of the remaining people meandering throughout the modiste. "Oh! Do not forget to pick out the fabric you would like for your new ballgown, Miss. Cowper," Madame Delcroix smiles at Cressida, before turning to the Duchess and Penelope.

"How may I assist you two ladies?" Genevieve smiles at the two of them with a raised eyebrow.

Daphne takes a few steps forward, "I need a few day dresses made, and I figured since I was in town visiting, I would support my local and most favorite modiste. First, I would like Miss Featherington to get fitted for a new dress," Daphne pauses as Penelope goes to interject, in which Daphne sends her what one would consider an older sister glare and Penelope quiets down. Continuing, "We both adore this fabric," Daphne hands the sample to Genevieve, "and I think it would be best for you to design this dress to be made in a more flattering cut and style," Daphne finishes with a smile.

Genevieve nods, as she takes in all of the Duchess' requests, "When would you like this dress to be finished by?" she asks politely. Daphne thinks for a moment, "Preferably, by Friday morning as I am hosting a Ball with Lady Danbury later that night," she states.

Madame Delacroix motions for Penelope to follow her to the back, so that she can privately take her measurements. Daphne informs Penelope she will be waiting for her out here. Daphne turns back to the selection of fabric samples she is collecting, when she sees the snake that is Cressida Cowper slither up beside her. Cressida pretends to be interested in a turquoise blue fabric. Before she turns towards the Duchess of Hastings.

"I must say it is quite fascinating to see the sudden interest you have taken in Penelope Featherington. What is with you Bridgerton's and your fascination with that insipid little wallflower?" Cressida acidly bites out.

Daphne turns to this absolute heartless young woman, "It appears, Cressida. That you have forgotten who I am. The power that I hold. If you ever say another foul and vile word about Miss. Featherington again, I will ensure you that you will never find an eligible suitor to marry you. And, if God forbid you are able to trick a man into the idea of marrying you… I will make certain your wedding license falls through every time. I promise you; you do not want to mess with me. I will make your life hell, Cressida Cowper," Daphne grits out sternly watching as Cressida's smugness turns to fear.

Cressida goes to step away from Daphne, and Daphne reaches out and takes hold of her arm, "Do you understand, Cressida?" she raises an eyebrow at her awaiting a reply from Miss Cowper. "Yes," Cressida squeaks out, and Daphne lets go and watches as Cressida scrambles away.

Eloise is lounging on the settee in the drawing room bored out of her mind without her mother and younger siblings home to entertain her. Anthony sits across from her reading a newspaper. She lets out a loud a dramatic sigh, pushing her breath upward to blow the hair out of her face.

Eloise glances at Anthony, and he seems unperturbed by her sounds of boredom. She lets out a silent huff, and she moves to sit upright. She leans forward and rests her chin on her hands staring straight at Anthony before letting out an even louder and dramatic sigh.

Without evening batting an eye away from his paper, Anthony says, "Are you going to keep making that relentless and annoying sound all afternoon, Eloise?"

Eloise stands up and begins pacing, "I cannot help it, brother! It is terribly boring without the others here, and you are doing absolutely nothing to entertain me!"

Anthony grunts in annoyance, "Eloise, please stop with pacing. I am waiting for your sister to arrive and then we will all head off to the park for the picnic later. Have you sorted out what you are wearing for today's festivities?" Anthony asks with a raised eyebrow. "I assured our mother that you would be properly taken care of and partake in any of this season's social event while she was away." Eloise stars at him with a slight grimace at the mention of fashion, "Oh, well I am positive my lady's maid will have everything sorted out for me," Eloise states plainly. "I was really hoping we could skip this one event, as I have urgent matters to discuss with Penelope and –"

Anthony smiles genuinely at the mention of Penelope, "Ah, Penelope. How is she? I sent Colin her way to apologize for his utterly indecent behaviour as of late. Have you heard from her?" Anthony asks suddenly interested.

Eloise frowns slightly, she had no idea Anthony was having Colin make amends with her blazing auburn best friend, as if Colin would even attempt to apologize to Penelope. The whole ordeal of Colin actually apologizing seems baffling, and for some reason she cannot help but feel that something is off.

"I have not spoken to her since yesterday, and now that you mention that I believe that is another reason why we should skip the picnic all together. There is much to catch up on with Penelope. Plus, Benedict left a letter for Penelope that he would like me to deliver." Eloise states, trying but failing to convince her eldest brother.

Anthony rolls his eyes playfully, "Eloise, you may speak with Penelope at the picnic. I can assure you that she will be in attendance. Lady Featherington would never miss a social event. You can deliver Benedict's letter later," Eloise makes noise of protests, but is interrupted by Daphne Bridgerton making her way into the drawing room.

"Daphne! How nice it is to see you." Anthony grins at her. Daphne sends back a smile of her own as she goes to greet Eloise with a hug. Daphne settles herself onto the sofa, and sighs, "How nice it is to see everyone," she pauses and looks around, "Where is everyone?" she asks with confusion.

Eloise lets out a snort, "Mother and our younger siblings have left with Benedict to attend an art exhibit. Benedict's professor sent word last night, that he selected one of Benedict's artworks for the exhibit. They are presenting it this evening!" Eloise finishes excitedly. Daphne claps her hands together, "Oh, how exciting! What an unfortunate timing. If only we could have all attended," Daphne sighs disappointedly, "Penelope would have loved to go, she absolutely adores his art." Anthony snorts a little, and Daphne and Eloise look at him with puzzled looks, he sighs dramatically, "Well, I would hope she enjoys his art. She is his muse, after all," Anthony finishes with a slight laugh. Eloise and Daphne both dissolve into giggles.

The three are interrupted by the sound of Colin stepping into the room, "Who is Ben's muse?" Colin asks with a curious look on his face. Eloise rolls her eyes, at the absurdity of his question as it is quite obvious who Benedict's muse is. Anthony stills for a second, before sending a friendly smile towards his brother, "Oh it is nothing, brother," Anthony attempts to dodge the question, "Are you ready for the picnic later?"

Colin nods and the two brothers begin to exchange small talk. Eloise excuses herself to ready herself for the picnic.

Earlier that morning, Colin escapes back to his bedchamber. The letter from Benedict addressed to Penelope burns a hole in his coat pocket. He slinks into his untidy room, with the bed unmade and clothes scattered everywhere. Opening the curtains to let light in, only illuminates even more the current disastrous state of not only his bedroom but his self as well. He slides into the chair by the window, with a grunt.

Colin reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the pale pink envelope. He frowns at the gentle penmanship of his brother. Benedict is really trying to impress Penelope, and that only adds gasoline to the fire. He thought after seeing the events of last night – Benedict delivering Penelope a gift in such a way that would have romance authors swooning at the sight of – that he would have come to terms with losing his Penelope. Yet as Colin sits here stolen letter in hand, all he feels is anger. Angry from the pain Penelope and Benedict has caused him.

Brutally ripping open the paper, his eyes quickly skim over the contents. His eyes catch on small fragments of the letter, "My lips on yours… My hands caressing your soft skin… The cherry blossom glow of your cheeks… Return soon…Love…" He lets out a shout of anger before crumpling up the letter and tossing it aside.

Later that afternoon the small bunch of the Bridgerton family arrives at Hyde Park, along with other families of the Ton. Their footmen and maids begin setting up tents for shade. Eloise spots Penelope making her way over to them, and she quickly reaches into her small satchel to pull out her book. When she expects her fingers to catch on the letter secured in the enclosure of her book they do not.

Eloise's heart stops. Where is Benedict's letter? She begins shaking the book and flicking through all the pages, hoping and praying to find the letter. Colin stands off to the side of their small setup, watching in wicked amusement as his sister flails around looking for that damn letter.

"Good afternoon, Bridgertons!" Penelope says cheerfully. Eloise jumps at the sound of Penelope's voice. "Penelope!" Eloise lets out a startled greeting. Penelope is grinning brightly at her, and she looks stunning in a muted fuchsia colored dressed, with textured florals layering it. Her auburn hair flows in soft waves down her back with a few waves framing her face obscuring the bruised welt adorning her cheekbone.

Both Anthony and Daphne greet Penelope cheerfully, while Colin stands off to side nursing a dry lemonade and eyeing Penelope with the remnants of his anger beginning to brew. He watches as Penelope looks around distractedly,

Blushingly Penelope asks, "Where's Benedict, Eloise?" Eloise stammers a little, only because she cannot for the life of her find the envelope. The envelope that would explain Benedict's absence and more to Penelope. Just as Eloise is about to find the words, Colin Bridgerton, himself interjects.

Making his way to stand in front of Penelope, "Benedict is currently away at the moment. In fact, he's currently visiting his mistress at the Royal Academy of Art," Colin says bitterly with a small smirk on his face. Penelope's face pales at his words, and pain fills her eyes but she refuses to give this man the satisfaction in seeing her cry.

"Colin Bridgerton!" Anthony shouts out in a demanding tone. Eloise stares at Colin in disbelief. Why does he enjoy hurting her friend this bad? Colin flinches at the sound of Anthony's voice. Daphne stares out in shock at the sudden catastrophic events unfolding.

"Penelope, I can assure you that Benedict is not visiting his mistress, nor does he even have one." Anthony states in a gentle manner. Eloise chimes in as well, "Yes, exactly. Benedict is attending an art exhibit with mother and our younger siblings. Benedict even wrote a letter for you, and I was going to deliver it to you today!" Attempting to remedy the situation, she checks her bag and the book one last time.

"May I have the letter, Eloise?" Penelope asks out quietly.

"That's precisely the problem, Pen! I put it in my book to keep it safe, and now it is gone. I am so sorry, Penelope. I truly am. I do not know where it has gone –" Eloise stops mid-sentence. Turns to her brother, who is staring at the two of them with an arrogant smirk on his face. Colin meets Eloise's eyes, "What?" he asks.

"Colin, what have you done?" Eloise asks incredulously.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Colin shrugs.

This time Anthony interjects with a stern glare in his eyes, "Colin, if you have the letter hand it over. Now." Anthony states firmly. Daphne stares at her brother with disappointment shining in her eyes.

The two of them hold eye contact, before Colin releases a huff, "I do not have it… anymore," Colin turns back and smirks at Penelope.

Colin feigning interest, "I have one question, Penelope. Was this your plan all along?" Colin asks in mocking tone. He continues, "Seduce one of us Bridgerton men into compromising you, so you would have access to our wealth and status?" Colin asks with a stormy expression. "Who knew all it took was a little attention a little affection, for you to act like a light skirt and spread-" Colin's smug monologue is interrupted by a harsh slap across his face.

Penelope stands in front of him with tears threatening to spill from her eyes glaring at him with such hurt and anger in her eyes, "How dare you, Colin Bridgerton."

"No, Penelope. How dare you!" Colin looms over her, "I gave you what you wanted. I danced with you at balls. I sent you flowers. I even asked you out to your favorite shop, and you left me there for hours waiting for you. How do you repay me? By laying with my brother!" Colin states ferociously.

"You have no idea what you are talking about. I do not appreciate you spreading false accusations about me. What you read in that letter was out of context! Would you like to ruin me a second time, Colin?" Penelope says, staring up at him with a stormy expression. Her demeanor shifts into absolute sadness, "To think I truly loved and cared for you. All you do is cause me pain and hurt," Penelope takes a breath before continuing, "Another thing Colin, you include yourself when you say Bridgerton men… when you are nothing but an immature little boy," Penelope finishes glaring at him with a bitterness filled eyes, and she goes to step away from him, but is stopped.

Colin reaches out to grab hold of her arm, "No, Penelope you do not realise what I am doing for you! I love you! I want to be with you. I just need time, and I will show you how much I truly love you," Colin says frantically to her trying to convince her that he loves her. Colin desperately is trying to convince her that everything he has done has been for her benefit.

Penelope rips her arm out of his grasp, "I love Benedict, Colin. I do not even have the ability to love you much less even like you, Colin," She glares at him and collects herself before saying, "I may or may not end up a Bridgerton, Colin, that I cannot assure you. What I can guarantee is that you will never be the one to make me a Bridgerton." Penelope finishes fiercely before stepping away completely from him.

Colin's heart shatters, and in one last attempt to hurt Penelope he begins shouting out, "Benedict does not even love you, Pen! He will be bored of you, and he will discard you as if you are nothing –" Colin is interrupted by Anthony grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and pulling him away. "That is ENOUGH, Colin Bridgerton!" Daphne and Eloise usher Penelope out of the Bridgerton family's tent, trying their best to ignore the eyes of the few members of the Ton staring at the three of them in shock. So much for a nice picnic in the park.

The Hyde Park picnic came to a quick ending, with all of Colin Bridgerton's peculiar antics. Anthony practically had to drag him back to the carriage. Here, Anthony is seen shuffling his younger brother into their seasonal estate, leading him into his study.

Leaving his brother standing alone in the middle of the room, Anthony walks over to his cabinet filled with various whiskeys. He pours himself a generous glass, and then throws it back and downs the drink in one gulp. Sighing quietly, from there he turns around and begins pacing furiously, he spares a glance at Colin who is staring out with an emotionless expression on his face.

Anthony clears his throat to gather Colin's attention, "Colin I honestly have no idea what to do with you! I am at a loss. You are acting like a complete maniac, Colin! Do you need help?" Anthony continues pacing back in forth in his office as he stares outwardly in utter disbelief. Anthony turns around glaring fiercely at him "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Anthony asks.

Colin shakes his head before falling to his knees sobbing out. A mantra of: Penelope is gone, swims around his head. Penelope is gone. Penelope is gone. Penelope is gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.

"What have I done? Brother, what I have done?" Anthony stares at his younger brother breaking before his eyes. "I have truly lost her. I. Have. Lost. Her." Colin chants aloud, his voice filled with unmistakable desperation

"She does not love me anymore. I let my ego get the best of me, and I have not only ruined her, but I have hurt her so deeply. For what? What was the reason?" Colin stares at him dumbfounded by his own actions, "Anthony, please you must help me. I cannot breathe. I cannot breathe. I am dying. This must be what death feels like," Colin wails loudly with sobs. "I am an awful human being. She did not deserve it. Benedict did not deserve it. What have I done," Colin rambles holding his head in his hands. Anthony drops to the floor wrapping his brother in a hug, even though all his brother's actions had led him to his own downfall, Anthony cannot help but feel sympathy for Colin

"You were acting out of a place of hurt, and although it does not excuse your actions it can help you understand them." Anthony says softly to him, and he takes a breath to gather his thoughts, "Colin… this ends now. I am forbidding you from interfering with Penelope and Benedict's relationship. I understand that this must be hard for you. This is your last chance to stop all this nonsense. I mean it, Colin. If you need to leave to clear your head, I will support you… but listen to me when I say this if you do not stop, I do not care what mother says I will send you away. I will not have you ruin our family over heartbroken troubles." Anthony finishes firmly before standing and leaving a hollow Colin staring outwardly into nothingness.

Penelope Featherington is sat upon Eloise's bed, her shoulders shaking with gut wrenching sobs. Her entire body is encompassed with so many emotions, it is making her feel sick to her stomach. Anger, sadness, and humiliation appear to be the emotions making the most noise inside her head.

Eloise Bridgerton is sat beside her trying to console her friend as much as she can, while she feels herself going through a series of emotions as well. She cannot believe Colin, her own brother, would stoop so low. To not only hurt Penelope, but also their brother. Benedict Bridgerton, out of all of the older Bridgerton siblings, is the most kind and generous. Well, not always but more than any of the others. Anger burns deep within her.

"We are going to absolutely ruin him, Penelope," Eloise bites out, "You can write the most brutal Lady Whistledown issue about him. That will teach him!" she finishes and jumps up from her seat next to Penelope.

Penelope watches as Eloise paces back and forth, muttering ideas of their supposed revenge plan. Wiping her eyes, Penelope huffs out a bitter laugh, "El… Eloise!" Penelope shouts trying to get Eloise's attention, when Eloise finally stops and looks at her, Penelope continues, "I am not writing a nasty issue about Colin. I am not going to purposefully hurt the Bridgerton family… more than I already have…I should have never let myself get involved with Benedict look at this… this… this absolute mess! I have caused you all so much pain. I am tearing your family a part! I need to go!" Penelope dissolves into a new fit of sobs. She stands up hurrying to the door.

Eloise feels her heart shatter at the sight before her. She has not seen Penelope crying so heartbreakingly since the night they had that awful quarrel over Lady Whistledown. Eloise reaches out and holds her dearest friend in a tight hug. She feels tears fill her eyes as Penelope's body shakes with sobs. Eloise pulls back gazing into her eyes.

"You cannot leave us, Pen," Eloise whispers softly wiping her tears away, "You are a Bridgerton for life. You think once Benedict returns, he will even let you out of his sight?" Eloise and Penelope break into laughter, "I am sorry to tell you this, but we are going to be sisters for life so there will not be any running away. I refuse it." Eloise states gently but meaning every word.

Penelope gives her best friend a tight hug, trying to express just how much she loves and appreciates her.

Penelope returns home late that afternoon, in fear of upsetting her mother anymore. Her mother and sisters do not utter a word to her about the calamity that was the Hyde Park Picnic. At dinner, there is not one mention of the Bridgerton family, which is unusual for Lady Featherington. Instead, it is a quiet scene, while Portia, Prudence, and Philippa make light conversation with each other, and no Cousin Jack in sight. Penelope is lost in her thoughts, completely tunning out her family. Just as the Featherington bunch is finishing dinner, Penelope is making plans to escape to her room for the night.

As Penelope makes way to settle into her room for the night, Portia Featherington pulls her aside, by grabbing her roughly by the arm, she gives Penelope a fierce warning that she expects to have a new Lady Whistledown in her hands tomorrow. Nodding her head, Penelope quickly scurries away once Portia has unhanded her. She makes her escape to her room, shutting the door firmly. Penelope's eyes catch her desk, and the thought of having to write makes her stomach twist in knots. Taking her seat at the desk, she pulls out her pen and paper.

Her hand holding the pen shakes as she begins to write what is going to be the latest issue of Lady Whistledown. She refuses to cry anymore, as she recounts the altercation between her and Colin. Her mind is an endless sea of thoughts. Penelope wishes greatly that she had expressed to Eloise the predicament that her mother has put her in, but it is too late now. Her mind drifts to Benedict and her heart, body, and soul yearn for the feeling of his arms wrapping around her… comforting her in this trying moment. She closes her eyes and imagines his warmth for just a moment before diving back into her work.

It is late afternoon the next day when Benedict is walking out the steps of the academic hall of the Royal Academy of Art, with his family trailing loosely behind him. The festivities celebrating the opening of the new art exhibit went from last night to the early this afternoon, and as the day comes to a close Benedict begins to feel overcome with joy. Seeing his work displayed was indescribable for him. Not only did Benedict get to admire his work, but he also got to admire the work of some of the greatest artists around the world.

"Oh, Benedict! It was truly wonderful." Lady Bridgerton speaks with a voice booming with pride, "I wish the whole lot of us Bridgertons could have seen your work, but I must say I do not think this will be the last time your work is featured at an art exhibit," she winks at him playfully, yet fully meaning every word she says. Benedict embraces his mother in a gentle hug, expressing his gratitude for her support and love. The youngest Bridgerton siblings make their way over to Benedict to congratulate him as well.

Just as Benedict and the rest of his family are awaiting their carriage to retrieve them and take them back to their temporary lodging, Hyacinth lets out a loud gasp. Gaining the attention of their mother and Benedict, they both follow Hyacinth's gaze. An older paperboy appears to be selling a very familiar looking piece of cardstock.

"Mama, look it's the latest Lady Whistledown! Can we get it, please?" Hyacinth pleads, staring at her mother with a pouty face. Violet Bridgerton takes one glance and is getting ready to reach into her small hand purse to retrieve a few coins for her youngest daughter, when Benedict bolts over to the paperboy. She has never seen Benedict move so fast in her entire life, over a gossip column, nonetheless.

Violet watches as her son purchases the latest issue and begins intensely reading it. She watches as his blank expression quickly turns to a murderous one as he finishes reading it. Making his way back over to his mother, he hands it to her and before she has a chance to fully read it, "We must leave now. Something has happened to Penelope, and I must return home immediately," Benedicts states firmly.

Staring up at him in shock, she glances down at the article in her hand and begins quickly scanning the contents of it. She holds a hand up to her mouth in shock as she reads an excerpt of a ruinous altercation caused by Colin. Benedict has flagged down their carriage and is ushering the children into it, he turns to his mother offering his hand to help assist her into the carriage. "We will make a quick stop to pack our things, and then we must be on our way," Benedict tells them firmly, with tones of stress straining his voice.

Violet places her hand on his arm gently, "Benedict we must remain calm. This is Lady Whistledown, we are talking about. She is not much of a source to rely on," she points out trying to calm her son. Benedict sighs and shakes his head, "That is precisely the issue…this is Lady Whistledown," he pauses before deciding against divulging anymore information, "I wish I could explain why this matters and why it is so urgent, but I cannot," Benedict slightly pulls his hair in frustration. Inhaling a breath quickly and then puffing the air out through his mouth with a sigh, he looks at his mother, "Although I am not able to reveal why this matter is imperative as such, the significance of the matter does not waver," Benedict states with frustration. And so, they begin their journey home, having no idea what storm they are about to walk into.

Midmorning a package arrives for a Miss. Penelope Featherington. Penelope receives the large lilac colored giftbox while she is nervously lounging in the drawing room, watching as her mother reads her latest Lady Whistledown Society Paper.

Just as Penelope begins to make her way out of the drawing room and up to her bedroom, her mother calls her back into the room. She lets out a quiet sigh layered with the utmost levels of annoyance. "Penelope, where are you going with that package?" Portia raises an accusatory eyebrow at her. Penelope stares at her, before bluntly saying, "To my room."

Portia Featherington sends her daughter a nasty glare, "With a gift as big as that, you must realise I need to know the contents, darling," she states is nastily high tone. "Go on, child. Open it!" Portia demands. With no other choice, Penelope opens the giftbox, and she lets out a gasp as she stares at one of the most beautiful dresses delicately wrapped in tissue paper. Penelope already knew the fabric was gorgeous, but it was almost as if Madame Delacroix decided to amplify the beauty even more. The bodice features golden jewels handsewn into it, blending well with deep purple-red color of the fabric.

Prudence and Phillipa peak over Penelope's shoulder to take a peek at the contents and let out their own astonished gasps before whispering about the beauty of it, themselves. Portia Featherington lets out a grunt before stomping over and ripping the box out of Penelope's grasp. "Well, would you look at that?" Portia rolls her eyes, "Care to tell me who has sent you this dress, that obviously cost a fortune?" she asks in a demanding tone.

"The Duchess of Hastings, Mama. I did not relise she was going to have such an elegant gown made. We picked the fabric out together, but I had no idea she was going to do all this," Penelope rushes out, stammering a bit as she watches Portia handle her new dress roughly. Portia hums, "I suppose we could sell it, with the money we get from this I could purchase Prudence and Phillipa a couple of new dresses," she says examining the dress.

"The Duchess is expecting me to wear it to the Ball tonight!" Penelope states loudly desperation laced in her voice. Portia has the audacity to pout in disappointment, before tossing the dress to the side. Penelope watches as it falls to the floor.

Portia stands with her hands on her hips, "Well, girls because your sister is so selfish it looks like you will have to settle for the dresses you have now," she sighs out dramatically feigning sadness. Penelope does not even have to look at her sister to know they are glaring at her; she can feel them on her as she carefully picks the dress up. Folding it and placing it in the box, Penelope scurries back to her room as fast as she can.

Penelope shuffles down the stairs with a radiant glow shimmering off her, despite everything that has recently occurred. Anyone with a brain, can see she looks gorgeous in her brand-new dress that accentuates her features in such a flattering way, that her pervious dresses have never been able to. Her hair is half pinned up, with the other half flowing elegantly down her back in loose curls. Penelope is in full bloom tonight. Shining in a way none of the Queen's diamonds have ever shined before.

Feeling the burning of her sisters' glares, she remains ignorant to their envious expressions as she stands up straighter with an air of confidence surrounding her. Lady Featherington, who is having a private conversation with Cousin Jack, shifts her gaze to Penelope and frowns in distaste, "Is the Duchess trying to make you look like a fool, Penelope? You look absolutely ridiculous in that dress," she says snidely, sending a nasty glare towards Penelope, her rage doubles as she watches Penelope remain unbothered by her words. Just as she begins to tear into her daughter again, Jack cuts in informing the ladies their carriage is awaiting them.

The carriage ride to the ball Lady Danbury and the Duchess of Hastings are hosting together, was tense and quiet. No one uttered a single word. Once the Featherington lot arrived, Portia holds her hand out stopping Penelope, "I will not have you accompanying us looking like a filthy light-skirt," she says disapprovingly, and then sighs with faux sympathy, "I guess this means your entrance will be announced alone," she finishes with a shrug.

Penelope attempts to shake off nerves as she watches the footmen introduce her family without her, holding her gown up so she does not trip, she makes her way to the entrance. She vaguely hears someone asking for her name, and who is presenting her. She mumbles out a quiet response, and before she knows it one of the footmen is announcing her and she is making her way down the elegant staircase into the ballroom.

As she is descending the staircase, she feels the eyes of everyone on her. For a moment she swears life is moving in slow motion. She finds the eyes of Daphne, standing next to Lady Danbury, catching both of their eyes she glows brightly as she sees them nod approvingly at her. Penelope steals a glance at a few people of the Ton, and notices their eyes are wide with amazement.

Although Portia Featherington heavily disapproves of Penelope's choice in dress, she had not expected the Ton to be as wowed by her daughter's appearance as they stare at Penelope in awe. In fact, Portia Featherington expected the Ton to shun her daughter for the provocative way in which she is dressed, and yet even by the reaction of the Ton Portia remains ignorant to the beauty of her youngest daughter.

At the bottom of the staircase, she spots the Queen and her ladies stationed off to the side, as usual observing all the guests. Penelope catches Queen Charlotte's eyes, with crinkled eyes and a beaming smile, "Flawless, darling. Absolutely flawless," she nods at Penelope, who then curtsies formally.

Penelope has but only a second before her attention is being required. "Pen! You look amazing!" Eloise shouts, pulling her best friend into a hug. "Thank you. If I am being honest, I was having second thoughts on whether I should wear this," she gestures to the dress, "I have never worn something so flattering in my entire life," Penelope lets out a twinkling laugh. Eloise joins, "With the fashion taste your mother has I can imagine why! Daph, did a terrific job at picking out this dress! You look like a goddess," Eloise compliments.

"I must say I am very satisfied with the outcome," the two are interrupted by Daphne joining them. Penelope reaches over and hugs Daphne tightly and whispers a "Thank you" full of nothing but true gratitude. The three women link arms and join the guests in the festivities of night.

The night has completely set in, when the rest of the Bridgerton family makes it back home. As the carriage pulls up to the Bridgerton seasonal estate, Benedict is seen bolting out of the carriage leaving his mother and younger siblings. "Anthony!" Benedict shouts, hearing no response he runs to his eldest brother's study. Finding it completely empty, he stumbles back into the hall and just as Benedict is getting ready to ask one of the maids where everyone is, he spots Colin shuffling down the stairs dressed as if he was to attend a ball. In his hands is what appears to be a familiar crumpled piece of paper. His eyes zone in on it, and he realises that is in fact the letter he wrote for Penelope. He watches as Colin shoves it into his coat pocket.

Violet Bridgerton and the children have finally made it into the home, looking absolutely tired out from the journey. It is at the moment in time, in which the last missing puzzle piece snaps into place. Rage fills Benedict's entire being,

No one sees it coming when Benedict stalks over to Colin and strikes him across the face with his fist. Colin cries out in pain, and he falls to the floor. Benedict yanks him up off the floor and is screaming, "What have you done? What have you done; you piece of shit!" Before he strikes him again, "Why can you not just leave us alone?" Benedict screams out in letting his guard down as his emotions begin to surface. Feeling pain for not only Penelope, but himself as well. Colin spots his chance and tackles Benedict to the floor. The impact of hitting the marble flooring knocks the breath out of Benedict. Colin is rearing back for a punch, when suddenly Benedict slides out from under Colin. The hall is filled with harrowing shouts of pain, as Colin's hand moving at full force collides with the marble floor. Violet lets out a loud cry, calling for a doctor.

Ignoring his brother's cries of pain, he rips his coat jacket open, and he grabs out his letter to Penelope. "I am your brother! How could you do this to me?" Benedict heartbreakingly asks. "I am sorry!" Colin cries out, "I am so sorry! I was going to return it tonight, I promise!" Colin lets out a sob. "Did you decide to give it back before or after you have not only ruined her for the second time!" Benedict roars.

Standing up, he walks away from his brother holding his head in his hands. Violet watches as Benedict lets out the loudest scream of frustration and pain, she has ever heard from one of her sons. Benedict takes a breath before turning around, "Where are they, tonight?" Benedict asks quietly.

"Lady Danbury and your sister, are hosting a ball together at Lady Danbury's." A maid informs him quietly. He nods and then thanks her before dusting himself off and heading in the direction of the door. He makes it out the carriage, as a few footmen are unloading their luggage trunks, and informs them he needs a ride to Lady Danbury's immediately.

As soon as they arrive at the destination, Benedict gets a sense of deja vu as he rushes out of yet another carriage for the night. Entering into Lady Danbury's estate, Benedict stands at the top of the staircase scanning the crowd for his beloved Penelope.

When his eyes finally spot her in the crowd his breath falls short, as he takes in her stunning appearance. Penelope is glowing like the sun, dressed in heart stopping gorgeous dress. The smile and glow upon her face, is what really knocks the breath out of him. She is standing with Eloise and Anthony, socializing with only a few people. He takes a glance around the crowd and realises he's not the only one with eyes for Penelope. He descends the staircase in a record-breaking speed making his way to Penelope as fast as possible.

The crowd encircling makes him lose his direction several times, before fate steps in and creates an opening in the crowd, like the way the clouds separate and let the sunlight shine through. The opening directs his line of sight direct to the sun itself, Penelope Featherington. Her eyes catch his, and she lets out a gasp in surprise, Eloise and Anthony follow her line of sight. Eloise shouts, "Benedict!" Benedict makes his way over to them, quickly closing the distance between them. "Brother. Sister." Benedict nods politely at them, his attention fully on Penelope. "Penelope," he whispers out softly taking her in, "You look absolutely breathtaking, my beautiful Pen," He holds his hand out and smiles as she places her gloved hand in his. He presses a kiss to her hand, staring deeply into her eyes. He notices her eyes shine slightly, full of emotion.

The opening notes of Penelope's favorite song begin to play, and Benedict asks in a hushed tone for only her to hear, "May I have this dance?" Penelope nods dazedly, letting Benedict lead her out to the dance floor. She does not say much, as she is still taking in the fact that Benedict is here. Benedict is here. The follow the steps of the dance, basking in each other's warmth.

It is Benedict who breaks the silence first, "I am sensing you did not end up receiving my letter," Benedict states in a jesting matter of fact tone. Penelope looks at him in shock, "How did you find out?" she asks surprised. Benedict makes the mistake of glancing at his slightly bruised knuckles holding Penelope's hand as they dance. Following his line of sight, he watches Penelope's eyebrows furrow in confusion before a relisation dawns upon her face. Benedict lets out a sigh, "I may or may not experienced a run-in with my dearest brother, as he was on his way to return said letter," Benedict rolls his eyes, before sighing quietly as he dances along with Penelope happy to have her in his arms.

"The letter is yours once we finish our dance, but if I had to summarize it for you in this very moment…" Benedict pauses trying to find the words, "If I am being honest, my letter is whole mess of words expressing just how you truly make me feel. Truthfully, I feel I could have narrowed it down to just three words," He gazes deeply into her eyes, before he lowers his mouth to her ear whispering, "I love you, Penelope Featherington," his voice is full of emotion. Penelope gasps at the words, and before she can say anything back, she hears a scoff, and feels Benedict shaking his head, "Damn it, that's five words actually. See I told you I am no good with words and –" Penelope cuts him off with a bubbly laugh full of joy, "I love you too, Benedict Bridgerton," she says quietly with a voice thick with emotion. Their eyes meet with their faces as close as possible in such a public setting, their eyes reflect the adoration they share for one another.

"Words cannot describe how hard it is for me to hold back from kissing you right here in front of the entire Ton," Benedict whispers seductively. Penelope smirks mischievously at him. "We can always meet in the garden," she says playfully. Benedict throws his head back and laughs and Penelope soon joins him. The Ton watches in amazement, once again, as a golden aura surrounds the couple before them.

Violet Bridgerton finds herself facing an array of emotions as she holds Colin, her once playful and full of charm son, who has now been reduced to gut-wrenching sobs. Confusion and sorrow ring out most loudly amongst the present ambience with regret and disappointment trickling slowly into the mix.

For years Violet had treated sweet Penelope as if she was her own, and she could not wait for the day Colin finally noticed the adoration Penelope held for him as a shameless and spirited young boy. As the years flew by, that candle of hope for Colin to be the one to capture Penelope Featherington's heart, began to dwindle and eventually burnt out after Violet spent years alongside him as he unintentionally trampled poor Penelope's heart time after time. Soon another Bridgerton son stumbled his way into Penelope's life. The two of them were the bright sunshine that gave way to dawn after a long dark night of rain. Benedict and Penelope cast a golden sparkle when they were in the presence of each other. With this Violet let the hope of the future union between Benedict and Penelope distract her from the wreckage it caused her soft-hearted son and neglected to see that the fondness he never understood was love until it was too late turned to voracious rage.

Her heartbreaks as Violet realizes she turned such a blind eye to the downfall of her sweet beloved son. With every brutal sob, Violet swears she can feel Colin's heartbreak a little more.

The two of them are sat upon a soft and plush settee in their drawing room waiting for the arrival of a doctor to inspect Colin's hand and other injuries suffered from the horrific duel between the brothers. Violet Bridgerton sits upright but offers a relaxed posture as her son rests with his head in her lap. She softly runs her fingers through his hair and rubs comforting circles on his back. Grabbing a handkerchief, she uses it to gently dab the tears away from his eyes only for more to resurface. Violet cannot begin to think of a time when she last saw her son so utterly distraught.

"Colin… you must," Violet pauses trying to form the right words, "please, my sweet child. Tell me what I can do to help you," her voice cracks in sorrow.

Colin shakes his head, "There is nothing for you to fix, mama. It is all me. I have done awful things. I have hurt this family and have lost the love of my life. You must have Anthony send me away because I keep making mistake after mistake and hurting everyone I love in the process." Colin cries out.

Violet shushes her son as if he was once again an infant in distress. She cannot help but think to herself where have I gone wrong… how did I miss this… I need to fix this… Violet stares out into space in shock from the aftermath of the night, and almost misses one of the servants announcing the doctor's arrival. She watches in horror as a series of walls are rebuilt within seconds and Colin brushes aways his tears and presents an emotionless expression.

The doctor quickly inspects the various cuts and bruises before taking a look at his arm. The doctor hums slightly before saying, "That is quite the fracture, Mr. Bridgerton." He informs the mother and son duo that he will have to reset the bone and then wrap it up. Violet Bridgerton cringes slightly throughout the process and cannot help but notice Colin does not even flinch a bit. He is told to rest, and Lady Bridgerton is given some medicinal supplies and pharmaceuticals to aid him in his healing.

Violet Bridgerton assists her son to his bedchambers with the help of a few servants. Tucking him into the way she did when he was a boy, brushing his hair back and slightly carding her fingers through his hair before standing up and making her way towards the door. She stands in the door mentally rehashing the events of today before letting out a sigh and shutting the door. She makes her way down the hall to check on her youngest children.

Back at Lady Danbury's estate Penelope and Benedict glide gracefully across the dance floor, not missing one step as the band plays the music to one of Penelope's favourite dances. The two of them shining so bright, the people of Ton would swear there was golden aura surrounding them. Daphne watches on fondly as Penelope Featherington throws her head back laughing at something Benedict whispered softly in her ear. A smile adorns Benedict's lips as he takes in the beautiful sight of Miss. Penelope Featherington.

"How long do you think before they are engaged, sister?" Anthony asks with a slight smirk. Daphne lets out a quiet laugh before saying, "With Benedict it could be as early as tonight and as late as the next ball," she says softly while shaking her head fondly. Anthony steps closer so as to not appear so improper with the current conversation taking place before saying more quietly, "Care to place a bet?"

Daphne glances up at him to see a mischievous grin on her brother's face before rolling her eyes. Men, she thinks to herself. She shrugs slightly, before inclining her head just a little bit, "Fine, I say by the middle of this coming fortnight, Benedict and Penelope will be engaged," she states.

Anthony scoffs slightly, "That's a bit of a broad range, sister. Worried?" Anthony laughs lightly. Daphne huffs before taking a quick look around, and once the coast is clear throws a hard punch at Anthony's shoulder. Anthony howls quietly in pain.

"Antagonizing my wife again, Bridgerton?" The Duke of Hastings makes an appearance watching with amusement as the two siblings go back and forth. "Oh, fuck off, Basset." Anthony whines. Simon huffs out a laugh, before turning to his beautiful wife, "May I ask what it is you two are arguing about this time?" he asks dramatically. Daphne smiles up at him, before explaining quietly, "We are placing bets on how quickly Penelope and Benedicts will be engaged, and Anthony is sore about my prediction,"

Simon quirks a brow, and before he must even utter a word Daphne has already read his expression and begins answering, "I think the two of them will be engaged by the middle of this coming fortnight," she finishes quietly. Simon hums and then turns to Anthony, "I think that appears to be a pretty reasonable prediction, Bridgerton." Simon states before laughing at the sound of Anthony letting out what sounds like an annoyed growl.

"Fine! It does not even matter because I will definitely win," Anthony says confidently. Daphne crosses her arms, "Oh will you, brother? May I ask exactly when you think Benedict and Penelope will be engaged?"

"Why, sister, I am so glad you asked," Anthony pauses and grins playfully at them, "Tonight," he finishes bluntly smiling confidently. His smile drops as the Duke and Duchess of Hastings dissolve into a fit of unabashed laughter. "Oh, shove off!" Anthony grunts in annoyance not missing the way his sister and Simon do not even attempt to hide their laughter.

Once the laughter of the lovely Duke and Duchess slowly winds down, Anthony and Simon find themselves in a boring conversation which is when Daphne finds the bright duo in the center of the dance floor. She herself is entranced by the way her brother and Penelope Featherington dance so beautifully with one another.

As the song comes to an end, Penelope dramatically curtseys while Benedict just as playfully bows to her. Benedict offers his arm to Penelope, and they exit the dance floor. The two of them get lost in the crowd, the enchanted trance the Ton found themselves in while watching the two seems to have broken and the Ton begins to resume their normal festivities. Daphne's eyes never stray from the couple, watching on as Benedict leads them through a door leading to the back gardens of Lady Danbury's estate. A knowing look crosses her face before she feels herself pale a little, Anthony might be right after all.

Benedict grabs her hand gently and leads them down the cobblestone steps looking around carefully for prying eyes. His heart flutters as he hears Penelope's soft voice softly whisper, "Benedict," dragging out his name dramatically, "Where are you taking me?" she laughs lightly. Benedict turns back around towards her and holds his finger to his mouth shushing her as he grins charmingly at her.

Finally reaching a sacred spot of seclusion, he pulls Penelope into his arms and revels in the delightful sound of her gasp. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Miss Featherington?", Benedict asks breathlessly.

A wash of maroon seeps in her cheeks as Penelope grins up at him with her blue eyes twinkling, "Only a few hundred times, Mr. Bridgerton," Penelope says playfully, but her breath still sounding as if it's caught in her throat. Her eyes drop to his lips, and then meet his eyes once more her eyelashes flutter slightly, and Benedict feels something in his gut stir at the sight of Penelope.

Before he can act on his desires, Penelope wraps her arms around him in a tight and loving embrace, and she lets out a quiet, almost relieved sigh with her face resting on his chest, "I am so glad you have returned, Benedict," Penelope says softly, choked up slightly. Benedict's arms tighten protectively around Penelope, and his left hand rubs soft circles in her back. All at once the events of today rush back into his mind. The Lady Whistledown paper. Rushing home. The fight between him and Colin.

He takes a breath before asking in a quiet voice, "Penelope, what happened?" Penelope lifts her head from his chest looking up at him with unshed tears in her eyes, "It is all a mess, Ben. I am a mess. I have spent years loving Colin, as I am sure you are aware, but I have moved on and I want to move forward in my life with you by my side. He refuses to let me go and he has absolutely ruined me, Ben. Not to mention the damage the last Lady Whistledown paper has caused me," Penelope lets out a soft cry.

Benedict resumes rubbing comforting circles on her back attempting to comfort her as best he can. Benedict lets out an ever so quiet sigh before saying, "Penelope, I care so deeply for you that as I hold you in my arms, I am breathless and cannot even begin to find the words to describe how you make me feel. I would go to the end of the earth for you, if you asked me too. I know that we, the two of us together, can mend this mess, but Penelope I need to know why you would even think to write such a ruinous paper about yourself. I thought we were finished with Whistledown," Benedict asks as softly as he can to assure her, trying to make her understand he is not angry with her just so utterly lost and confused.

Penelope looks up with tears in her eyes, and he feels his heart break at the sight, "My mother found out that I am Lady Whistledown. Now she is threatening to turn me into the Queen if I do not continue to publish and help support them with the money I earn from selling those awful papers," she pauses a takes a shuddering breath and Benedict watches as a single tear falls down her cheek, "Benedict, I am so frightened. I would have run away if I could, but she has stolen everything I had saved up. I am so sorry Benedict," Penelope tearfully finishes.

Benedict tries not to display the horror and absolute rage he feels on his face as he holds Penelope's head in his hands, stroking her cheek softly as he takes in every word Penelope has whispered out. The moonlight illuminates her face in the darkness and his eyes catch the mark on her cheek. His finger runs over it slightly in shock and he watches Penelope's face as she holds back a wince, "Did your vile mother do this to you, Penelope?" he grits out.

Penelope tenses and then nods softly, and a few more tears escape her eyes. Benedict's lips touch her skin ever so softly, she swears she's imagining it as he kisses where each tear fell and then places one final kiss right next to her bruised cheek. He looks deep into her eyes as he says, "I promise, Pen, I will fix this. I will fix everything," Benedict says determinedly, "Do you trust me?" he asks. Penelope nods repeatedly smiling with tears of relief in her eyes, "I love you, Pen." Benedict says wiping away her tears. Penelope places her hand on top of his and looks into his eyes and says, "I love you too, my sweet Ben," and she leans in closer to him tilting her head up just a little. Benedict's eyes shift from her eyes to her perfectly shaped lips, and the burning of his desires begin to reignite. One of his hands falls to her hip, bringing her closer to his body, while his other hand rests at the base of her neck caressing it slightly. Desire ignites within him as he watches the ever so lovely red flush take over Penelope's body. Her face turns rosy and his eyes follow as her chest begins to display a darkened red blush. Benedict cranes his neck towards her just a little bit more, their lips just mere centimeters aways from one another. The sound of her quiet wavering breath sends him over the edge, and before he knows it, he's swinging them both around pushing her up against the tree.

Penelope lets out an audible gasp at the sudden shift, as Benedict props her up against the tree his knee nudged slightly between her legs. She feels her blush take over her entire body until it almost feels as if she is burning inside. A sound she has never heard herself make before escapes her throat as Benedict kisses her forehead, and then each cheek. She feels herself become even more breathless as his lips graze the corner of her lips. "Can I kiss you, Penelope?" Benedict whispers out, his eyes burning with desire. "I think I just might pass out if you decide not to, Benedict," Penelope says in breathless anticipation. Benedict chuckles slightly, and Penelope wets her lips while staring deep into Benedict's eyes.

Finally, just as the waves crash into the shore, Benedict's lips crash into Penelope's and he absorbs each gasp and moan she lets out. Benedict revels in her innocent delight as he deepens the kiss. Penelope moans loudly in ecstasy, and just as she feels she's running out of air Benedict pulls back just to dive straight into her neck. Her moans and gasps grow more frequent as he places kisses across her neck. Penelope has almost convinced herself she's dreaming when she feels Benedict's teeth graze her collarbone and she sees stars.

The two of them are so lost in their own world, they never even noticed the figure behind them watching the entire scene unfold. The mysterious figure lets the show continue on just until the moment Benedict's hand begins to inch upwards towards the bust of Penelope's bodice.

Penelope's mind is so overwhelmed that all she can even begin to think of is Benedict. Benedict. Benedict. Benedict. Almost as if she is chanting a mantra. She never knew kissing could feel this captivating, she cannot think of a moment in her life where she has felt such bliss. Penelope swears she would lose her mind if she ever lost this feeling. If she ever lost Benedict. What she feels is not lust, it is the combination of two lost souls finding one another and mending each other's heart with nothing but genuine and faithful love. Penelope knows within her heart that fate has guided into the right arms. She feels her self get completely lost in the all consuming feeling of Benedict.

The sound of a throat clearing causes her heart to lurch into the back of her throat in shock and fear. Penelope feels Benedict tense up slightly, she cannot help the flutter of her heart as she watches Benedict use his larger form to shield her identity from prying eyes. His display of protection makes desire burn within her once more, before she squashes it down and tries to focus on the problem at hand.

Penelope tenses as she hears a familiar voice say, "My, my, Mr. Bridgerton I must say you are quite lucky that it was me who found you ravishing our beloved Miss. Penelope Featherington in my garden tonight, and not any other gossipmonger of the Ton," Lady Danbury states with a raised eyebrow.

Benedict sighs in relief and turns around to face Lady Danbury with Penelope peaking around his side, "Lucky indeed I am, Lady Danbury," he pauses slightly, "Miss. Featherington and I were just about to return to your lovely festivities you have planned this evening," Benedict says full of charm. Lady Danbury smirks, "What a marvelous idea. Miss. Featherington, I insist you escort me inside, I find at my age it is such a challenge to find my way in the darkness of the night," she states rather than asks. Penelope finds herself moving before her mind catches up.

She politely offers Lady Danbury her arm and steals a peek back at Benedict, the coolness he radiates allows her to calm herself. He mouths to her not to worry before giving a abashed wave and Penelope swears she sees his cheeks flush red just a tinge.

Lady Danbury and Penelope walk back in almost complete silence. It is not until they reach the last step of the cobblestone steps that Lady Danbury holds Penelope back looking her in the eyes with a stern gaze, "I would like you to inform Mr. Bridgerton that I am requesting his presence in my drawing room tomorrow morning, and I would like him to bring Lady Whistledown," Lady Danbury finishes before leaving Penelope with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

Once back inside Lady Danbury's estate, Penelope finds herself flushed with worry. On her way to find some desolate and quiet place to escape to, Daphne and Simon spot her.

"Penelope? Are you alright, dearest?" Daphne asks with concern, she places her hands on her cheeks, "You are quite flushed."

Daphne turns to her beloved husband, smiling sweetly before asking, "Simon, if you may, fetch Pen a refreshment?" Nodding, "Of course, my love," Simon then kisses her cheek promising to return quickly.

Penelope feels Daphne's gaze scan her face, and then Daphne reaches out and unravels a tiny leaf from the garden that somehow entangled itself in Penelope's curls. Daphne smirks softly at her, "You know Simon and I found ourselves to be quite fond of the gardens many times. Even from before we were engaged," she says as nonchalantly as possible.

Penelope catches on quite quickly and a deep rosy color adorns her cheeks this time in embarrassment for the Duchess picking up on her indecent behavior with Duchess' brother. Before Penelope can even begin to stumble her way through a response, Simon and Benedict appear before them with their ever so charming smiles and both holding what looks to be a glass of sparkling lemonade.

Simon clears his throat, and then announces, "I found Penelope's man of the hour over by the refreshment table. It seems that we both had the same idea, my love," Simon says cheekily before handing his wife a glass of lemonade.

"Yes, I must say, Basset saved me the trouble of having to track you down in this massive crowd." Benedict jests lightly before handing Penelope her own glass of bubbly lemonade. Penelope whispers a quiet thank you, and Benedict responds with, "Of course, my love. It was no trouble at all," Benedict says back just as quietly.

Benedict reaches out with the lightest touch, and he brushes the hair back away from her face. It takes everything in Penelope to hold back the shivers as his fingers run through the hair cascading down her back. She turns her head and catches his gaze, Penelope smiles genuinely but worry pushes its way to the forefront of her blue eyes. Benedict's eyes are full of warmth and love, but there is a sense of seriousness that makes its way through to her. Telling her: Do not worry, and then his eyes fill with nothing but earnest love for. Benedict, always the flirt, winks at her, causing her to roll her eyes.

Daphne and Simon watch the two of them dissolve into their own world right before them. Daphne cannot help but think how enchanting it is to see them share such a deep connection, that they are able to communicate with one another beyond words. On the other hand, Simon finds it amusing to see the cheeky, misfit artist who, although unbelievably charming with the ladies, never planned on settling down, has somehow fallen in love.

"I was just mentioning to Penelope, how much Simon and I enjoy taking strolls in the garden." Daphne says mischievously watching the two of them stammer before rolling her eyes at them.

"Have you decided on the date?" Daphne boldly asks the couple in front of her.

"The date?" Penelope asks, before taking a sip of her lemonade. Benedict raises his brow at his sister questionably. Daphne huffs out an annoyed scoff, "The date of your wedding, of course!" Penelope chokes on her drink slightly, and Benedict pats her on the back. Benedict sends a small glare towards his sister, "Why don't you tell us, sister? You appear to know more about our nuptials than us at the moment," Benedict says in playful menacing tone. Daphne gasps, as she quickly realizes her error. Blushing she says bashfully, "Well, I must say, Benedict, that Penelope is quite the catch, so I would advise against dawdling and risk one of the fine gentlemen of the Ton snatching her up," Daphne says with a playfully wink, before excusing herself.

Penelope smiles politely and bids Daphne farewell before turning to Benedict. Wariness fills her oceanic blue eyes, and Benedict cannot help but furrow his brow in confusion. Originally Benedict only assumed Penelope to be worried about being caught in such a compromising position out in the garden, but he is beginning to think it may be more. "What is it, Pen?" he asks concernedly rubbing her arm softy. Then playfully Benedict smirks at her, "You are not worried about Lady Danbury catching us in a," he pauses, whispering lowly, "compromising position, are you?" Penelope shudders slightly, and offers a smile at him before it drops back down into a frown, "That? No, I am not worried about that at all, but…" Penelope trails off unsure and worried. Benedict immediately straightens dropping his charming and playful charade, "What happened, Pen?"

"She heard us speaking about," Penelope gives him a look indicating, Lady Whistledown, "and she has requested to meet with you and her in the morning," she finishes not looking up at him.

Benedict reaches down, and places his finger under her chin, and meets her gaze with a look so full of warmth and protectiveness, that Penelope feels that warmth begin to flood throughout her body once more. Benedict tucks her blazing auburn hair behind her ear before speaking softly, "Penelope, my love, I promise to always protect you no matter what life hurls at us. I do not want you worrying until we absolutely must. I have known Lady Danbury for much of my life, and I do not believe that we must worry yet." Benedict tells her as softly and comfortingly as possible. Penelope smiles at him, nodding in understanding. Benedict places a light kiss on her cheek.

Benedict sighs in content, "Once we are out of this absolute mess," Benedict gestures wildly, eliciting a laugh from Penelope, smiling at the sound, "I believe it would be quite beneficial for both of us to have our own private conversation about our nuptials," he finishes smiling brightly at her.

Penelope feels so overwhelmed with joy, she can barely contain it, "I concur, Mr. Bridgerton. I look forward to having that conversation with you," she says smoothly winking at him. Benedict throws his head back, laughter consuming him, and Penelope soon follows.

The next morning Penelope rises earlier than usual in an attempt to escape the house without catching the eye of her wretched mother. Dressed in a lilac day dress adorned with dainty flowers on the bodice, Penelope's lady's maid styles her hair in loose waves. As usual, she is caught by her mother and Ms. Varley as her lady's maid is shuffling her into her day coat in the foyer of the Featherington Estate. "And where do you think it is you are going this morning, Penelope?" Lady Featherington asks curiously with only a hint of the distaste she holds for her daughter. Penelope cringes at the sound of her mother's voice, and Lady Featherington begins to make her way down the stairs, with her eyebrows raised awaiting a reply. Refusing to meet her eyes, Penelope says quietly, "I am going to see the publisher, Mama." Portia Featherington seems to be appeased, "Very well, dear, best be on your way now. Time is money, as they say," Portia says laughing manically as she heads to the drawing room.

Scurrying down the steps Penelope spots a carriage waiting outside the Featherington Estate. "Miss. Penelope Featherington?" A footman waiting by the carriage door asks before opening the door to the carriage upon her confirmation, allowing her to step in. "May I ask who sent this carriage?" Penelope inquires skeptically. "Lady Danbury, miss. She has been awaiting your arrival since early this morning, so if you may?" He gestures toward the awaiting carriage. Penelope nods accordingly and steps into the carriage.

Upon the carriage's arrival at Lady Danbury's Estate, Penelope began to grow warry and she could not help but feel the nervous pit that began to form in her stomach. Penelope, unlike Benedict, had not known Lady Danbury personally, so it made Penelope feel quite unsure about the entirety of this situation. In this moment all Penelope wanted to do was lay the Lady Whistledown Society Papers to rest.

With the carriage lurching to a halt, Penelope was forced out of her thoughts and back into the reality of her situation. She braced herself for what may come of this absolute mess, and readied herself as she awaited the opening of the carriage door.

An ever so calm and comforting voice drifted its way in as the door to carriage opened, "Good morning, my love." Benedict greeted her with his almost blindingly bright smile, holding out his hand for her to grab as she stepped out of the carriage. "Good morning, Ben," she said softly, noticing as soon as she was in his presence her nerves began to settle.

Benedict turns to her, taking her in as his eyes rake over her entire body, and Penelope feels the heat seep into her cheeks. "I must say you look quite enrapturing today, my love," Benedict says quietly to her, twisting his finger around a loose curl cascading down her back. "Thank you, Benedict," She beams at him, basking in the warmth he radiates. "You look devastatingly handsome today. I find myself feeling quite lucky that it is only I who will be able to admire your looks and charm today," Penelope jests lightly with a smirk, and is thrilled at the image of Benedict turning slightly pink and laughter consuming him. Benedict turns and places an obnoxious kiss on her cheek, making Penelope groan in annoyance slightly that eventually turns into fits of giggles as he peppers more kisses onto her face.

Just as they make their way to entrance Penelope pauses, standing before Benedict in all his glory of the man she thought she would never be able to find. The man that would burn the entire world down just to keep her safe. A man that through every world-shattering moment that left her in shambles was the beacon of hope, guiding her out of the darkness she felt entrapped in. The man that when she stares into his eyes, she hears that soft gentle voice in the back of her mind whispering the words: I'm home. Penelope is not a daft woman; she knows deep within herself that the love they share for one another is not usual and cannot be explained beyond the happenings of fate itself. The ache in her bones, the blush in her cheeks, the racing of her heart are all indications of her soul intertwining with Benedict's, and if for some reason fate has them part, she fears she will never recover.

She gazes up at him with nothing but adoration and love in her eyes for the man who has ever so charmingly stumbled his way into her heart. Through every trouble that they somehow manage to find themselves in or through every dagger thrown their way from one of the many enemies a wallflower as herself has astonishingly made she knows with all her heart that the love Mr. Benedict Bridgerton holds for her will never waver or lessen in any way.

Penelope takes him in as he gazes back at her with eyes just passionate as hers, and in that moment, she wishes she was the artist, so that she could forever capture that look of genuine unconditional love in his eyes. Overwhelmed with emotions she reaches out her gloved hand and rubs his cheek softly, "Benedict, my love?" Penelope whispers out quietly. Benedict's grin widens even further, and he places his hand on top of hers caressing is just as tenderly, "Yes, my beautiful Pen?" he asks, raising a playful eyebrow at her. Penelope clears her throat nervously, "I want you to know that I love you… no matter what happens today… know that I am so happy you came into my life… and that I love you so deeply that I feel it in my bones, Ben." Penelope let's out a quiet sigh. Her eyes filled with unshed tears.

Benedict's smile drops, and before Penelope can say anything else she is pulled into a passionate kiss. They kiss until they are both out of air, their chests heaving as they try to suck in a breath. Benedict rests his forehead against Penelope's, and he ever so slightly brushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ears. "You are talking as if this is the end, my dearest Pen. No matter what happens today, I will be by your side until the end of time. This is only just the beginning for us, my love," Benedict whispers to her before kissing her cheek. They gaze into one another's eyes once more before nodding, and Benedict offers her his arm dramatically, "Shall we, darling?"

Unbeknownst to both Benedict Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington, Lady Danbury caught the entirety of the embrace they shared just outside the entrance to her foyer. With a huff, that contained nothing but fondness for the duo, Lady Danbury makes her way to her chair in her drawing room.

Impatience begins to sweep over Lady Danbury's form, leading her to call out to one of her maids asking for one to bring forth the scandalous couple. She could practically feel the nervousness Penelope Featherington was trying to conceal, and she wonders to herself how exactly this young debutante was able to pull off the Lady Whistledown persona.

Upon entering Lady Danbury's drawing room, Penelope began to grow nervous, noticing the way Lady Danbury sat in her chair silently taking the couple in with one eyebrow raised. Penelope sends her a nervous grin before her eyes dart to Benedict, who unwaveringly meets Lady Danbury's gaze without any issue.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Lady Danbury stands and makes her way towards the couple. Shaking her head, she begins to grumble out, "One would like to think, that after your midnight entanglement in my garden, you would have acquired a sense of decency when performing martial acts such as the one you displayed on my steps out front. Hmm?" Lady Danbury finishes with a raised eyebrow.

Penelope blushes a deep maroon and Benedict lets out a loud laugh, which in turn has Penelope turning towards him whack him slightly on the arm with a playful yet murderous glare in her eyes. Benedict quickly sends her an apologetic look, before reaching down and softly caressing her cheek making Penelope immediately melt.

Lady Danbury rolls her eyes affectionately at the two, "Well, I must say, after witnessing Benedict act in such an affectionate way, you will not have to worry much longer about Benedict compromising your honor, Miss. Featherington. May God help prepare us for the trouble you two will inevitably cause," she states with a warm smile. Penelope smiles at the thought of another person mentioning her and Benedict's future nuptials.

Clapping her hands together, "Now, I believe it is time to discuss the knowledge I stumbled upon," Lady Danbury states in a serious tone, and then turns to her waiting staff, "Please take your leave, my guests and I wish to not be disturbed at the moment," and in the blink of an eye and the close of a door Penelope, Benedict, and Lady Danbury are left in the drawing room alone.

After fixing herself a cup of tea and gesturing for her guests to do so as well, Lady Danbury once again settles comfortably into her chair. "Before we begin this thorough and enlightening conversation, dears. I give you my word when I say, I do not intend to inform Queen Charlotte on the matter at hand," Lady Danbury states sternly. "All I wish to do is be fully enlightened on the ongoings of our beloved Miss. Featherington, so that I may be able to lend a hand," She finished with a smile, and watches relief overtake Penelope's features. "Now, if you may," Lady Danbury gestures towards Penelope, "start from the beginning."

Morning fades quickly into midday, and Lady Danbury stares in amazement at Penelope as she finds herself lost in thought. Her eyes drift downward and catch Benedict holding Penelope's hand and ever so softly rubbing circles on the back of Penelope's hand. It has been quite a while since Lady Danbury herself has seen such a true love match. Bearing witness to Benedict give this fine young woman the unconditional love she deserves, is a gift in itself. Unlike the matches his siblings have made, Lady Danbury is fully convinced that Penelope and Benedict's connection was born out of fate itself.

Frowning slightly, she thinks of the injustices Penelope has had thrown her way by not only the Ton itself, but also her own mother. She ponders greatly before speaking.

"I must say, your mother is a piece of work. I must caution you that her greed could cause you great trouble if you do not act accordingly. As much as I hate to say this, it is quite apparent to all that your mother will choose wealth over you any day. My dear, you must tread lightly when plotting against your mother," Lady Danbury says in a firm tone.

Nodding in agreement, Penelope begins to speak, "As of now she is more focused on the possible wealth of me marrying a Bridgerton could bring her, but Benedict and I both know a marriage will not stop her wreaking havoc on my life," Penelope says quietly.

Benedict clears his throat diverting the attention to him, "We thought about going to the Queen directly. Perhaps Queen Charlotte will be unforgiving and call off the search?" he finishes warily. Penelope and him both know it's a long shot, and could possibly ruin both of their lives, but all he knows is that he must protect Penelope at all costs.

Lady Danbury sits upright in shock, "I would advise against that. In fact, I would not even consider that thought a choice even in desperate need of a resolution. Queen Charlotte has been out for Lady Whistledown's head since the first article was published,"

"You must have some idea for us, Lady Danbury?" Penelope asks kindly, but everyone can hear the fear and desperation in her voice.

Lady Danbury eyes soften at that, and she cannot help but feel utter sadness for the young girl sitting before her in her drawing room. "The only way to outsmart someone as deviant as your mother, is to level the playing field. Perhaps you know of some damaging information about your mother?"

Penelope thinks for a moment before letting out a sigh, "I have absolutely nothing of importance that could allow me to break free from the chains that my mother has shackled me with," Penelope finishes with a shaky breath.

Lady Danbury tuts slightly, shaking her head in disbelief, "A con artist as good as her, she will always have more than one scheme playing into her hands, my dear. You must dig deep, Penelope. Trust me."

It is later that night that Benedict finds himself nursing himself a drink in his brother's study. Anthony, who sits across from him, waits patiently for him to spit out some type of explanation for his brother's sudden interruption. Benedict sets the now half-empty drink down, running his hands roughly through his hair, his hands land on the back of his neck, gripping it slightly as he looks up. Anthony meets his gaze, and Anthony sees the stress and worry in Benedict's face.

"Penelope is in trouble, Anthony." Benedict states with shaky breath.

"Penelope? As in sweet, generally innocent Penelope Featherington? Please tell me you two didn't get caught in a ruinous act," Anthony states with a huff, "I may be able to acquire a special license for marriage, that of which will enable you two to marry quick-"

"Brother, if I may?" Benedict bites out impatiently, cutting Anthony off from his miniature rant about his and Penelope's improprieties. Anthony lets out a quiet sigh, and gestures for Benedict to continue.

With a shaky breath, Benedict begins, "Portia Featherington has committed appalling acts against Penelope, and is currently extorting Penelope to the point she is beginning to fear for her life," Benedict states staring at Anthony with a serious expression, leaning forward in his chair his elbows rest lightly on the knees of his slacks, wringing his hands repetitively in attempt to calm his racing heart.

Anthony, takes his brother's disheveled state, and says in a slight amusing tone, in an attempt to take the pressure of his brother, "Well, if I may, I believe a union between the two of you could fix all your problems, Benedict," Anthony glances at him and sees Benedict shaking his head, "I am beginning to believe that there is much more to this situation than you are currently letting me in on, Brother," Anthony states more assertively, but the care he has for his brother still rings through.

"Portia Featherington has made it quite apparent to Penelope, that a simple marriage between us is not going to make her disappear," Benedict states in a withdrawn tone, rubbing his hands over his face roughly, before looking up at Anthony and continuing, "I will not disclose the particulars of the trouble that my beloved Pen has entangled herself in, but it is damning, Anthony," he pauses slightly, before whispering, "If the Queen were to find out," Benedict's voice cracks with emotion. Shaking his head, Benedict lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I will not put the head of this family in trouble, so unless it is absolutely dire to know Penelope's predicament, I will not involve you further than possible resolutions." Benedict finishes firmly.

Anthony reaches forward and downs the rest of Benedict's drink. Afterwards he leans back in his chair, taking in everything that Benedict has said. He must admit that his downright protective instincts when it comes to his family cause him to wonder if he should flat out bar Benedict from seeing Penelope any further, but then his heart stutters and Anthony realizes in this moment that Penelope Featherington is part of his family.

Anthony sits up and meets Benedict's gaze, he clears his throat quietly before speaking, "Well, it is quite evident that Portia Featherington is quite the deviant, and the only way to get out from under her thumb is to place her under yours instead," Anthony states.

Benedict nods in understanding, reaching out to grab his glass from Anthony. He makes his way over to the cabinet where his brother stores his strongest whiskey. Benedict grabs another glass and fills them both generously, before heading back to the seat across from his brother. "Of course, but Penelope and I are struggling quite a bit in finding anything that we could use as leverage against her," Benedict states as he settles into his chair, setting Anthony's drink down on his desk.

"Trust me, there must be something. I could go to the club and do some digging on her and the new Baron Featherington," Anthony states, and then takes a swig of his drink. Benedict thanks him, and the two of them sit in a brief silence before they tense at the sound of a quiet shuffle outside of Anthony's study door.

The door creaks slightly open, and in steps Colin Bridgerton himself. Benedict barely manages to hold back a wince at the sight of Colin's wrist and hand wrapped in the cast, as well as the bruises he sustained in their brawl from earlier. Colin raises his hands in a surrendering gesture, conveying that he is entering the room in peace. Once fully into the room, Colin shuts the door quietly so as not to wake or disturb anyone in the Bridgerton estate in the late hours of the night.

Colin turns around slowly, facing his brothers as they look at him questionably. "I heard Penelope is in trouble," he pauses, raising an eyebrow at the two of them. Benedict and Anthony both nod in confirmation, Colin takes a breath before saying, "I think I might be able to help."

The following afternoon Penelope finds herself being whisked away from the Featherington household by her beloved, Benedict Bridgerton. Her laugh rings out, as Benedict dramatically twirls her in, what she refers to as, her Bridgerton Blue day dress that is adorned with more flattering floral patterns and small jewels.

Penelope fought hard to hide the surprise in her face as her mother generously allowed Benedict to take Penelope on a promenade with her lady's maid accompanying them. The greedy twinkle that Penelope witnessed in Portia's eyes as Benedict charmingly offered Penelope his arm is the telltale reasoning of Portia's decision. Lady Featherington cannot wait to get her hands on the Bridgerton wealth that Penelope's union with Benedict will entitle her to.

Penelope quickly realizes that Benedict is not taking her on a promenade, as they make a turn towards the Bridgerton estate. Benedict turns to her, "My brothers and I believe, we might have found a solution to our Portia problem, my dear." he whispers in her ear. Shock causes Penelope to gasp slightly and she waits at the top of the steps that lead the short path to the entryway. Penelope stares up at him with amazement, and quickly presses a small kiss onto his cheek, reveling in the way a soft blush forms over his cheeks.

Once inside Penelope politely dismisses her lady's maid and allows Benedict to lead her towards Anthony's study. Upon entering the study, she is hit with surprise as her eyes fall onto none other than Colin Bridgerton, who sits in one of the chairs across from Anthony's desk. The two men stand at the presence of Penelope entering the room, Colin's eyes find hers and he sends a quaint and almost shy smile, "Hello, Pen," he says in a quiet voice.

Before Penelope could offer a startled greeting back, Anthony cuts in, smiling genuinely at Penelope, "Penelope, it is so good to see you again. Although, I cannot help but wish it was on better terms," Anthony says forlornly with an exasperated sigh. Penelope nods smiling softly at his friendliness, "Yes, as I do, Anthony," she says quietly, with a more dejected tone taking over towards the end.

"Please, take a seat," Anthony gestures to the two open seats across from his desk. Thanking him, Penelope settles into the chair. She feels Benedict come stand behind her, resting his hand on the back of her chair for a moment before ever so slowly inching his way towards her neck. He softly touches the slightly exposed skin, where her shoulder meets her neck. Penelope flushes slightly, although she is becoming accustomed to Benedict's displays of affection no matter what company they appear to be in, "Ben mentioned to me you all might have come up with a solution, hmm?" she asks with a slight rasp.

Anthony stares wide eyed at the two of them, the audacity, he thinks, and Benedict wonders why I thought I would have to acquire a special marriage license for the two of them, he huffs outwardly before turning back into the situation at hand.

"Yes, I believe Colin can fill you in on that part," Anthony says before gesturing for Colin, standing a few feet away from the love-sick couple, to begin his portion of their proposal.

Colin takes a seat in the chair next to Penelope, turning slightly towards her he takes a quiet moment to collect his thoughts before beginning, "Penelope, are you aware of the ruby mines your Cousin Jack owns?" he asks in earnest interest.

Nodding in confirmation, "Yes, he has mentioned them in brief conversation, but mama always changes the subject, as she has informed him plenty of times that she dislikes talking capital around her daughters," Penelope states, rolling her eyes at the absurdity and hypocrisy that her mother embodies. With a sigh she continues, "Although it appears that Cousin Jack has gained quite a few investors after the last few balls we have attended," she states, and then pauses slightly before curiously asking, "Why?"

Colin chuckles bitterly, "Yes, I have heard from many of the riches the Baron Featherington has promised them. In fact, I almost invested myself," Colin states, taking in a breath before continuing, "Curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to do some digging, and here," he hands her papers. Penelope glances at them quickly, "This is a report I was able to find indicating that the mines your Cousin Jack owns are quite literally empty. There are no rubies, and the necklace he gave to Cressida was a fraud," Colin finishes and watches as Penelope stares at him in shock. Penelope knows Cousin Jack is smart, but it takes a real mastermind to pull off something as devious as swindling the Ton's money, and she knows just who the brain behind this scheme is.

Benedict caresses her arm lovingly, bending down slightly, "We got her, Pen," he says softly. Penelope lays her hand on Benedict's hand resting on her shoulder and gives it a soft squeeze.

The sound of Anthony's voice brings the couple out of their own world, "So, we collectively agree this should be enough to rid Portia from the rest of your life, especially once you are married to Benedict," he says winking at Penelope, which causes a laugh to ring out from her, "In all seriousness, if the Ton caught wind of this your mother would find herself beyond ruined if not prosecuted, Penelope," Anthony finishes. Penelope eyes water slightly, from the complete relief she feels, "Colin, Anthony, and Benedict, I cannot thank you enough," she says to them with a tight voice, swiping a way a lone tear that made its way down her cheek.

"We are most happy to help, Penelope. You are family, now, and we protect our family, no matter what," Anthony states firmly yet tenderly, displaying his brotherly love for the redhead. Anthony nods once before standing, and Benedict turns to Penelope and offers his hand.

Anthony is out the door, mumbling about having to meet his fiancé, quickly dismissing Penelope and his brothers. Just as Benedict and Penelope make it to the doorway, Colin stops them, "Benedict. Penelope." Colin states softly, "I was wondering if Pen and I could speak in private for a moment," he asks.

Benedict turns to Penelope, and Colin watches on as the two of them have a silent conversation. Surprisingly to Colin, Benedict nods his head at Penelope, and kisses her slightly on the cheek, "I am going to run upstairs to my studio and grab my sketchbook. After your talk, meet me in the garden I want to get a quick sketch of you out there," Benedict says.

Penelope rolls her eyes in jest, but Benedict doesn't miss the fondness in her eyes, "Do you not have enough already?" Penelope says amusedly. Quietly chuckling, Benedict winks at her saying, "I can never have enough of you, my dear," before stepping away and shuffling up the stairs. Penelope blushes slightly, turning towards Colin she shuffles back into the room, waiting for him to begin.

Colin watches her, as she stands across the room from him tensely and awkwardly, and his stomach twists. He cannot believe he let his ego damage the relationship between him and Penelope so heinously, he wonders if she will ever forgive him.

Colin stammers slightly, and then begins, "Penelope I fail to have the words to describe to you how truly and utterly sorry I am for what I have not only done to you, but also you and Benedict as well as the friendship we once shared," he pauses slightly, rubbing the back of his neck abashedly, he lets out a tired sigh, "I love you, Penelope," Colin states looking directly into her eyes, "and I know there was a time when you loved me too," he says softly. Penelope's eyes soften at the pained look that takes over Colin's face. "I understand, now, that I am too late, and for some ill reason I believed that hurting you and your relationship with Benedict would shift your interests towards me, again," Colin states letting out a shaky breath, he settles into the chair he was previously sitting in before continuing. "What you and Benedict hold for one another, is more than the love you ever held for me, and I am sorry I am having such a hard time accepting that." Colin's eyes shine up at hers with tears glistening in them, and it is at that moment that Penelope begins to realize that Colin is suffering from the same heartbreak she suffered after hearing him publicly disparage her to the men of the Ton.

Although she can understand his pain, she cannot excuse his actions, Penelope watches on as Colin roughly wipes the tears away from his face. Penelope stands tall, stating, "Colin, I did love you, but I must agree with you, it is too late. I am not sorry about that because I love Benedict, Colin. In fact, I am going to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him," Colin flinches slightly before nodding. Huffing slightly, Penelope begins to pace the room, "You have hurt me so deeply, Colin, I refuse to accept your apology at this moment," Colin begins to stammer, but Penelope completely cuts him off. "No, I believe it is my turn to speak. After everything, Colin. You owe me that," She pauses awaiting Colin's confirmation, "I cannot accept your apology, at this moment, but that does not mean I won't in the future. I need space from this. From you. In order to heal myself from the pain I have endured from your actions against me," Penelope finishes.

"I could not agree with you more, Penelope, which is why I have decided to take some time away from all this," he gestures wildly, indicating the chaos of the Ton and the madness he has caused for all those involved. "All I want is for you and Benedict to have the life you two deserve. In order to do that, I need time to process the absolute mess that I am," Colin lets out a quiet laugh, but Penelope can hear the heartbreak and sadness ring through.

Penelope stares at him in shock, "You are leaving, again?" she asks, slightly frowning at him. Colin nods, "Yes, Anthony, mother, and I have decided that it is for the best. I head out next week on a ship sailing all the way to America," he smiles lightly, "Perhaps, I will be able to acquire a few mines of my own," he jokes, standing he begins to head for the door.

"Colin," Penelope calls out to him, stopping him before he can leave the room. She lets out a choked sound as she holds back tears, "I truly hope we can be friends again, one day," she says tearfully watching as he smiles bittersweetly at her, "After everything, that is more than I could ask of you, Pen. Although, I would enjoy that quite much," Colin says.

"Have a safe trip, Colin." Penelope states, before wiping away a lone tear from her face.

Benedict finds Penelope staring into the empty space where Colin said his goodbyes. She looks up at Benedict with tears in her eyes, and his heartbreaks at the sight. He rushes over to her, and embraces her in his arms, "He told you?" Benedict asks in a whispered tone, and he feels her nod against his chest. "He will be alright, dear, and so will you," Benedict states before holding her head in his hands and looking deeply into her eyes, he places a soft kiss against her lips.

Wiping her tears away, she looks up at Benedict, "Are you ready to head to our favorite place?" Penelope asks softly. Benedict gasps dramatically, "I thought you would never ask!" he offers his arm, and she loops her arm through his while rolling her eyes.

Just as they get to the garden, Benedict turns to her with a devious grin on his face, "Have I told you how absolutely breathtaking you look in that Bridgerton blue dress you are wearing?" he asks her with a smirk. Penelope blushes deeply, and Benedict's eyes darken watching the red flush take over her complexion, "I could absolutely devour you right now, Miss. Featherington," Benedict says huskily, and Penelope feels her face burn even more than before. Flustered, she lets out a huff before shoving Benedict causing him to let out a groan as he almost stumbles.

"You are going to pay for that!" He shouts grinning mischievously at her. Shrieking with laughter she takes off running, she can hear Benedict chasing after her. The two of them play a game of cat and mouse, and Penelope finds herself hiding behind a large row of rose bushes catching her breath. Just as she peers around one corner to see if Benedict has found her, she hears Benedict whisper softly, "I caught you."

Penelope lets out a surprised shriek that quickly turns into giggles, as Benedict softly tackles her to the ground and begins tickling her sides. Benedict pauses above her gazing down at her, he watches as Penelope stops and looks up at him. Biting her lip, she reaches out and brushes her hand softly through his hair.

Benedict feels his heart race as he stares into Penelope eyes, and suddenly it's as if he has been given psychic powers. Flashes of his future with Penelope dance across his eyes, he sees Penelope lying next to him in their bedchamber, with her red hair splayed out all over the place. The image of them dancing together for the first-time after their nuptials colors his vision. Flashing to Penelope posing for him in his studio while he paints her form on a canvas, only for them to end up covered in paint lying on the floor catching their breath with flushed skin. Another flash, and he sees Penelope rocking their firstborn in the garden of their future home. He hears her voice drift out to him in a melodious tone, and he thinks he must be in heaven because he has never felt such love and affection for someone before. Drifting back into reality, Benedict slowly opens his eyes and is met with Penelope smiling up at him.

"Where did you go, my love?" Penelope asks out tracing his lips with the tips of her fingers.

"To the future and back, my darling, and I must say I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you," He states and revels in watching her eyes twinkle, before diving in once more and catching her lips with his.

Penelope returns home later that afternoon, on the walk back to the Featherington household she makes small talk with Marissa, her lady's maid, sharing small details of her time with Benedict that afternoon. In her possession, she not only returns home with the documents Colin gave her, but there upon her neck rests a beautiful golden pendent necklace interlaced with lavender colored florals that Benedict presented to her as she laid in the sun with him. She taps absentmindedly at it, and it's almost as if she can feel Benedict's fingers dance across her neck, as he clasps it on for the first time. When Benedict first brought forth the gift, Penelope outright refused because just at first glance she undoubtedly knew how much it was worth, but Benedict insisted he wanted to sketch her wearing it. Begrudgingly, Penelope agreed to wear it but she made him promise to take it back once he finished. Of course, as soon as he was supposed to take it off, he distracted her with a passionate kiss, that was quickly interrupted by Penelope's lady's maid informing them it was time for Penelope to return home for the day. Benedict watched in amusement as Penelope hastily attempted to take the necklace off. Once she realized it was no use, she scoffed with playful anger and whacked Benedict on the arm lightly, before kissing him softly goodbye.

Once inside the entryway, Penelope races up the stairs to her bedroom. Completely ignoring the curious looks from her sisters as she passed them while rounding a corner, she makes it into her room. Quickly and securely hiding the papers in a new hiding spot that she prays to God her mother does not retain knowledge about, she turns away and makes her way to her vanity.

Penelope catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and smiles brightly at herself in a way she never thought she would. Her eyes fall on the necklace, and she blushes while smiling at the thought of this past afternoon. It is quite a beautiful necklace indeed, she thinks to herself. Stepping away from the mirror she heads back down to the drawing room, and she hums absentmindedly all the way there.

She realizes that with each step she takes the weight of her fears begin to slowly dissipate. As soon she will be free from the wrath of her mother, but unbeknownst to Penelope Featherington, Portia Featherington is always one step ahead.

Standing by the window and looking on as the people of the Ton make their way home for the night, Penelope is startled by the sound of her mother's voice. "How many times have I asked you not to people watch from that window, Penelope? My goodness, child, what will the Ton think when they catch you lurking around in such a way," Lady Featherington says with an exasperated sigh. Penelope turns around, "My apologies, mama!" she says quietly, eyes cast down as she gravitates away from the window. Lady Featherington levels her gaze on Penelope, and her eyebrows raise in delight and mischief at the sight of the necklace resting on Penelope's neck.

"That is quite an expensive piece of jewelry you have there, dear," Portia Featherington says with faux nonchalance. Penelope pales slightly, at the mention of the necklace and discreetly grips it tightly, as if Portia was going to reach out and take it from her. She gulps, "Yes, Benedict surprised me with it this afternoon," Penelope states as calmly as she can possibly manage.

Portia Featherington hums lightly, circling her as if she was her prey. In a way, Penelope thinks bitterly, I am. Stopping in front of her, Portia reaches out to inspect it, "Benedict gave this to you, today?" she questions, waiting for Penelope to respond. "Yes, today," Penelope confirms, looking anywhere but in Portia's direction.

Stepping back slightly, Portia snaps at Penelope requesting her attention, their eyes meet, "Benedict Bridgerton gave you this necklace, while on your promenade today?" she asks again, causing Penelope to sweat nervously, "Speaking of your promenade, where did you and Benedict promenade this afternoon?"

Penelope stares at her for a moment too long, before responding, "Hyde Park of course, mama," she answers with a smile. Lady Featherington nods watching her with skeptical eyes, Penelope hastily adds on, "Lady Cowper requested for me to bid you good morrow," Penelope states confidently. Lady Featherington smiled brightly at that, and stole one last glance at Penelope before walking away.

Although, it was a bold move by Penelope, she could not help but question the odds that Lady Featherington had seen let alone spoken to Lady Cowper today. Portia often felt threatened by Lady Cowper, so the two women spoke with each other as little as possible beyond encounters at balls or social events. She felt that the last little tidbit of information she gave forth enabled her to prove to her mother her exact whereabouts for the day. Unfortunately, for Penelope the odds were not in her favor.

Two days later Penelope is dressed in her night-time garments and preparing for bed when the door to her bedchamber slams into the wall, and Penelope watches in horror as her mother barges into her room with a menacing glare, "Do you believe me to be an imbecile, Penelope?" Portia asks with a sense of exasperation behind her anger. Penelope begins to stammer out a reply, but Portia grows impatient gritting her teeth, "Out with it, child!"

"No!" Penelope says quickly, "I do not think you are an imbecile," Penelope states nervously.

Portia laughs manically, her tone nothing but cold causing Penelope's heart to beat faster. Portia reaches out and grabs her by the arm, dragging her down the hall. Penelope shrieks in fear, and as she stumbles trying to keep up with Portia, she catches Phillipa and Prudence's gaze as Portia forcefully leads her away from their bedchamber wing. Penelope finds it hard to decipher the look on their faces, but she could have sworn she witnessed concern on at least Phillipa's face.

Lady Featherington drags Penelope by the arm all the way to Cousin Jack's study where he is sitting at his desk sipping on a whiskey. "Mama what is the meaning of this?" Penelope asks with slight hysteria, as she begins to grow more and more nervous, "I am not dressed for company!" Penelope states firmly.

Portia ignores Penelope's cries all together, pushing her into the room and shutting the door behind them. Penelope turns around and eyes the shut door, before turning back and crying out, "Mama, what is the reason for all this!" she asks wildly staring at Portia, awaiting a response. Before she knows it, Penelope finds herself sprawled out on the floor of Cousin Jack's study gripping her cheek in pain. Realization hits that her mother just struck her across the face, she lays there on the floor stunned until she vaguely hears Portia yell out for her to stand up.

Walking over to Jack's desk, Portia reaches over and picks up a familiar-looking stack of papers. Penelope pales considerably when she realizes it is the report Colin gave her. Portia shakes the papers in Penelope's face, "Do you honestly think we would not find out about that Bridgerton boy investigating our mines?" Portia demands, before losing her patience all together and striking Penelope a second time, causing her to let out a loud cry.

Anger begins to build within Penelope at the constant mistreatment she has endured from her mother and the Ton. Penelope snaps, standing up tall, "Do you honestly think you possess the ability to manipulate the entire Ton?" Penelope asks incredulously, laughing in hysteria, "You and Cousin Jack will be caught sooner rather than later if I have anything to do with it," she states in a matter-of-fact tone. Portia stares at Penelope in shock for a moment and before she can lay her hands on her for a third time, it is Jack this time who steps forward to strike Penelope.

Penelope collapses on the floor hollering in pain, she glares at Jack and Portia with tears of pain in her eyes, "Go on keeping hitting me," she spits out angrily, "Wait until Benedict catches sight of me!" Penelope exclaims. "He will have Viscount Bridgerton and the Duke of Hastings come after you so quickly, your head will spin. Once they find out about this and the scam you and Cousin Jack are lousily pulling off you will be ruined!" Penelope shouts.

A growl emerges from Lady Featherington's throat, and yanks Penelope up by her hair, and gazes deeply into her eyes, "You think you can outsmart me? A no-good filthy light-skirt of a daughter? Penelope, I own you. If you think you are getting rid of me that easily over some mediocre scam our Cousin Jack has conned us into… you are quite mistaken, my dear. Do not forget the price that is on your head, my sweet Penelope," Portia finishes with a triumphal smile.

It is in the earliest hours of the morning that Penelope finds herself sobbing hysterically, finally gaining enough energy to make her way towards her bedchamber. Penelope's face remains battered with bruises from the abuse that seemed to last all night long. Finally, after what feels like decades she makes it to the foot of the steps, internally groaning at the thought of having to climb the flight of stairs.

Just as she makes it up a few steps she collapses on the steps, letting out silent cries of pain. She remains there for a moment in an attempt to gain strength, but her heart stutters when she hears the sound of footsteps approaching. Penelope lets out a quiet sigh of relief when she notices it's her lady's maid, Marissa, carrying fresh linen. She hears Marissa let out a gasp of her own, coming to stand in front of her, Penelope sees her mouth forming words, but with the shock all she can hear is muffled sounds escaping from her lady's maid mouth.

Eventually, Penelope makes it to her room. She sits on her bed silently sobbing, while Marissa cleans her wounds. She basks in the slight warmth she receives from Marissa's care. The world begins to slowly fade into view once again, and Penelope finds herself in such a state she is muttering Benedict's name over and over again. Marissa frowns with heartbreak reflecting in her eyes, "I will call for him as soon I as I can, Miss. Penelope, but I must do so carefully," she says quietly. Penelope nods before laying down across her bed, she lays on her side hugging herself as she continues to cry.

Benedict is roused from his sleep as the sound of Penelope's voice in his dream begging for him to save her. His heart races as he frowns in confusion, recalling what wonderful days they have had the past few days, despite everything. Benedict collects himself, and soon begins to make plans to call on Penelope formally today. Hopefully, Lady Featherington will allow him to take Penelope out for the day. Just the thought of Portia Featherington has his blood boiling. Soon, Benedict thinks to himself, she will be in my arms for the rest of our lives together.

For the rest of the morning, Benedict cannot help but feel uneasy, and he cannot seem to explain reasoning as to why he is feeling such a way. Anthony mocks him for being so lovesick, and he pushes for him to acquire the special marriage license. Benedict rolls his eyes and explains to him that Penelope deserves a proper wedding, and that he is not going to let lust or worry take power over his decisions.

After waiting for what Benedict feels to be an appropriate amount of time before calling on Penelope, he makes his way over to the Featherington estate just before midday. Upon entering the household, he catches sight of a few maids viciously scrubbing at a spot on the floor by the staircase. That uneasy feeling begins to coil inside of him, and causes him to stumble slightly dropping the bouquet of flowers from the Bridgerton garden that he handpicked for Penelope. Muttering to himself he bends down to pick them up, and looks up when he hears Portia Featherington's voice enter the room.

Portia Featherington stands at the top of the stairs smiling down at the cleaning maids, and Benedict watches as her eyes catch his and her smiles quickly fades into a grimace. "Mr. Bridgerton, may I ask why you are loitering in my foyer?" she asks with a raised eyebrow as she descends the staircase, Ms. Varley remaining close by her side.

Benedict meets her at the bottom of the steps, "I am here to call upon, Miss. Penelope Featherington, Lady Featherington," Benedict states politely. His eyes shift around the foyer, trying to catch a glimpse of Penelope anywhere. Portia begins speaking, and he diverts his attention to her once more, "I am afraid Penelope will not be able to entertain any callers today, she had to take a trip to visit her Aunt in Ireland for the time being," Portia states with a small smile, "Do not fret," she pats his shoulder comfortingly, "She will return next season." Portia says before making a move to walk away. Benedict feels his stomach drop at her words, "Next season?" he asks in a tight voice. Lady Featherington nods, "Yes, I am afraid she won't be returning in time to finish out this season. Good day, Mr. Bridgerton," she says with a hint of finality in her tone. Portia turns to one of the footmen by the door, "Please show Mr. Bridgerton out," and before Benedict can even protest, he is being shuffled out the door.

The uneasy feeling worsens beyond belief, and he finds himself dry heaving into the bushes out front. Ignoring the looks he receives from those passing by, he begins pacing. Quickly, he runs to the side alley, he catches sight of Penelope's closed bedroom window. Concealed from view, he reaches down and grabs a small pebble off the ground, tossing with all his strength he watches on as the pebble smacks into her window. Benedict pauses for a moment before throwing another, and then another, yet he receives no acknowledgement of his attempts to gain Penelope's attention. Benedict begins to lose hope and starts to truly believe Penelope left town, but he realizes that Penelope would never leave him without saying goodbye or offering an explanation of some sort.

Benedict's thoughts are interrupted by a voice, "Are you insane? You are going to get Miss. Penelope in even more trouble!" the voice whisper shouts. Benedict looks over to the side door further down and sees Penelope's lady's maid standing in the doorway with a slight frown.

"Penelope is here?" He asks urgently. Marissa looks at him confused, before checking over her shoulder, she reaches out and grabs Benedict by the arm pulling him in, "Yes, and she needs you. Follow me," she states.

Benedict creeps through the halls of the Featherington house as silently as possible, and he internally cheers when he makes it Penelope's bedroom door. Marissa lets him into Penelope's room, and he sends a grateful smile. Benedict soon realizes what he thought was a nightmare turns out to be reality as soon as his eyes land on Penelope's form, causing his stomach to twist at the sight before him. Penelope's face is battered with bruises and cuts, her cheeks are stained with tears, and his heart clenches in pain. He silently takes it all in, noticing how her brow is furrowed in pain, even as she sleeps.

Opening her eyes, Penelope is greeted with bright sunlight streaming in from the window in her bedroom; she sits up carefully, mindful of the injuries she sustained. Her eyes focus on Benedict sitting across from her, and before she can utter a word Benedict embraces her in the gentlest hug she has ever received.

Benedict holding Penelope's hand, he slowly brings the back of her hand and kisses it softly, as the sight of her awake brings tears of relief to his eyes. "You had me so frightened, my love," Benedict says quietly. Penelope stares back at him before bursting into tears, gut-wrenching sobs erupt from her. Benedict cannot help but let a few of his own tears slip from his eyes seeing Penelope in such deep pain emotionally and physically.

Climbing into bed with her he consoles her as gently as possible, "I am so terribly sorry, Penelope," he says quietly. Benedict kisses the top of her head, only whispering his apologies over and over, he waits for Penelope to start. Penelope sits in silence for a moment, before speaking again, "My mother found out about our plan," she says quietly. Benedict tenses, and Penelope grips him just a little bit tighter before sitting up slowly. Turning to face Benedict, she begins, "I was preparing for bed last night, when she stormed into my room. Before I knew it, I was dragged to Cousin Jack's study," Penelope pauses, "I was humiliated, more so than I am now, she brought me before him in nothing but my night-time garments, Benedict," she says in a small voice. Benedict blanches in shock, which quickly turns to rage for Portia.

Sniffling slightly as Penelope wipes her tears away, "Mama and Cousin Jack enlightened me that they found out about everything. It was a trick, as soon as Colin conducted that investigation, they began covering their tracks. Once they found out it was I, who was attempting to frame them...," Penelope stops as fresh tears appear, she shakes her head. Penelope never finishes, but witnessing the pain and anguish in her eyes, as well as the bruises adorning her skin it takes no mastermind to imagine what transpired.

Benedict sits in silence, but internally he feels murderous rage as he has had enough of this nonsense. Portia thinks she can outsmart Penelope, but she has no idea the power Benedict holds as brother to Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and the comradeship he shares with the Duke of Hastings. Benedict continues consoling Penelope, and while doing so a new plan begins to form in his mind.

Turning to Penelope, Benedict stares deeply into her eyes with nothing but love and devotion to her, "My beautiful Pen, I cannot bear to sit by and watch as you are forced to endure the wrath of your mother," he says quietly he rests his forehead on hers, and Penelope can feel just how tired they both are in this moment. He lifts his head up and gently holds her head in his hands, "You and I, we are going to leave the Ton, and together we will start a new life together. You as the writer you have always aspired to be, and I can sell my art, with you as my muse, of course," he whispers with an amused tone towards the end, in attempt to make her laugh. Penelope let's out a light laugh, and Benedict grins at her, "My brother has connections, I can have our names changed and a marriage license issued in our new names. We will have a whole new identity, but the best part is we will be free, my love. Free," He finishes, watching her with anticipation.

Penelope stares up at him with watery eyes, and she leans in catching his lips with hers. The two of them dissolve into a heartbroken, yet heated kiss. Benedict breaks away before moving down her neck, committing the sounds Penelope makes to memory, before returning back to her lips.

After a moment the two of them finally part, and Benedict leans back gazing at her with a raised eyebrow, "Is that a yes, my dear?" he asks. Penelope's eyes shine back at him, "Yes, it is a yes, my love," she says smiling back at him.

A few days later Penelope finds herself pacing her room. She has spent the last few days confined to her room, as Lady Featherington keeps her locked away from society, which only causes her to grow more anxious by the minute. Although Benedict has found a way to see her at least once a day during her time in confinement, which has provided her with much enjoyment.

Doubt begins to find its way into her heart, as she considers Benedict's plan. She cannot help but contemplate that running away might not be the end to their problems. Penelope catches sight of her bruised face, and a thought fights its way to the surface of her mind. She knows deep down that Portia's wrath would not cease to exist, even if she changed her name and appearance. Penelope just knew that Portia Featherington would find a way to make Penelope pay for thinking she could forsake her.

Peeking out the window, she takes in the sight of the sun setting before her. Penelope decides she has had enough, and decides she needs to speak with Benedict. She hastily applies powder to her face in an attempt to cover up the remaining bruises and cuts on her face. Once satisfied she throws on a dark blue cloak, and she heads to her bedroom door. Fortunately for her, the coast is clear and she makes a run for it.

She hears a voice in the distance and pauses at the end of the hallway just within reach of the stairway. Penelope peeks around the corner, the adjacent hallway remains clear. With a sigh of relief, she peeks over her shoulder, and almost lets out a shriek at the sight of Prudence standing there before her. "What are you doing out of your room, Penelope?" she asks with a skeptical look, "Mama said you were on bed rest," she states with her arms crossed.

Penelope recognizes an out when she hears it, and looks at her sister before saying, "I am feeling much better, and I've decided to head out for some fresh air. Just for a moment," Penelope states confidently. Prudence levels her gaze, and Penelope curses herself as she knows Prudence saw straight through her lies.

Prudence eyes soften slightly before hardening, "Mama will be out for the evening," she says with an exasperated sigh, before looking down at her nails inspecting them. Without looking up at Penelope, she continues, "I suppose I can fail to mention I caught you lurking in the hallways," she finishes. Penelope lets out a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Prudence," Holding her skirt she quickly hurries to the staircase, and races down the stairs in a dash.

"Penelope!" Prudence whisper shouts from the top of the stairs, Penelope looks up at her once she makes it to the bottom of the steps, "Whatever it is you are up to… be safe," Prudence states with an emotional tone of voice before her arrogant façade takes over her face. Penelope watches as Prudence makes her way back to her room, nose in the air with her overconfident walk.

Penelope makes it to the Bridgerton household just minutes after sundown. She finds her way to the side entrance, and as per usual she enters the house unnoticed by staff. Chuckling to herself as she realizes how easy the Ton made it for her to become Lady Whistledown, considering the way in which she was able to sneak into one of the Ton's more prestigious family's estates. Passing the Bridgerton family library, her eyes catch a mop of brown waves.

Penelope pauses at the doorway, she watches Eloise Bridgerton fascinated by the book in her hand. She cannot help but wonder what world the book has transported Eloise to, as Eloise makes no indication of even noticing Penelope.

She feels her heart crack a little, at the thought of no longer seeing Eloise, her most dear friend, who became to be more of a sister to her than ever before.

Penelope shuffles into the room as quiet as a mouse, and shuts the door just as quietly. The sudden movement in the room causes Eloise to look up, "Pen!" she shouts, before standing and heading over to the redhead. "What on earth are you doing here?" Eloise asks with a smile, and before Penelope can respond she follow ups with another question, "Were you spending time with Benedict?" she asks suggestively. Penelope blushes, even though she is positive Eloise does not understand the innuendo behind those words, she can feel her skin burn slightly at the words.

"Yes, I was just on my way out, and I wanted to see you before I head home for the night," Penelope fibs slightly. Eloise embraces her in a tight hug, before gesturing for them both to sit down on the settee. "I feel as if has been forever since I last saw you," Eloise says before resting her head on Penelope's shoulder. Penelope hums in agreement, and Eloise continues, "I must say I am quite excited about the union between you and Benedict. Soon enough we will be sisters, and I will get to see you whenever I want," she says fondly holding Penelope's hand and giving it a friendly squeeze.

Oh,my sweet, Eloise, Penelope heartbreakingly thinks, and her eyes water slightly. With fondness Penelope listens on as Eloise drones on about the new book, and Penelope tunes back in at the mention of Benedict's name. "How does it feel to be Benedict's muse, Pen?" Eloise jokes casually. Penelope lets out a quiet laugh, "I must say at times I adore it, but other times I find it to be quite daunting," she states. Eloise pulls back and looks at her with peculiar eyes, motioning her for her to continue. "I worry I am not the right fit, or that I do not capture everything he is looking for in a muse," Penelope says quietly.

Eloise shakes her head, "Penelope, some of his best work has been produced after the two of you started this," she gestures wildly, making Penelope laugh, "I do not think you need to worry about being enough, because you have always been and will always be enough, Pen," she says softly bopping her finger lightly on the tip of Penelope's nose causing Penelope to let out a quiet laugh.

"Thank you, El," Penelope braces her dearest friend in a hug.

Eloise hums and then stands, book in hand, she makes her way to one of the bookshelves. Slotting the book back into its original place, she runs her fingers over the books thinking absentmindedly. "You know I must say I am very proud of Benedict. Pursuing his dream is quite inspiring, and I do not tell him near enough how much I believe in his ability to be one of the world's greatest artists to exist. The Royal Art Academy is quite lucky to have him," Eloise states while walking around the room. "He's been admiring that school for such a long time, I am just so happy he was finally given the opportunity to attend," she says with a happy sigh.

Penelope's throat tightens at the realization that Benedict is giving up the Royal Art Academy to run away with her. Her heart skips, Benedict would willingly give up his dream to protect her. She shakes her head in disbelief.

"Do you think you will go with him, when he returns for school?" Eloise asks curiously. Penelope begins to stutter, "I am not sure. We have not discussed that at the moment, but" She pauses slightly catching her breath, "I am sure I would go with him. Perhaps we could accommodate temporary lodging while he is in school," Penelope says with a shrug, attempting to hide the ongoing internal battle she has been faced with. Eloise hums in content, Penelope stands quickly, "Well, I am afraid I must be off. We both know how my mama can be," she says holding back a wince caused from the thought of her mother. Eloise nods, "Yes, unfortunately. Well, you must spend the day with me soon! My mother is dragging me to the modiste on Friday, and I would love for you to accompany me."

Penelope nods with a smile on her face, "Of course, I will ask my mother as soon as I return home," Penelope states, and then makes her way to the door. She turns back around slowly, "Eloise you are my dearest friend, and I want you to know I care for you so deeply, and I cannot wait for us to be sisters one day," she says in a breathy voice, trying to hold back all the emotions overwhelming her. Eloise looks at her, concern crossing over her features, before softening, "I care about you too, Pen. Soon we will be sisters forever," she says, and then reaches out and embraces her friend in another hug.

Returning home proved to be much more challenging for Penelope, but alas after lurking around the house avoiding the staff in the house as best as possible. Finally, she makes it to her room, and with a sigh of relief, she collapses dramatically onto her bed. Staring up at the ceiling, as thoughts move round and round her head. Penelope does not understand how she forgot that Benedict was in the middle of attending art school, and how his attendance at such a prestigious school could substantially impact his career as an artist. How could she force him to run away with her, and just abandon such a career milestone for her!

Lost in thought, she fails to hear the sound of a slight struggle going on outside her open window. A light tapping noise on her window causes her to sit up in confusion. She almost lets out a shriek at the sight of Benedict outside her window, attempting to balance himself on the garden trellis outside her window. With a gasp, she runs over to the window, and opens the window all the way so Benedict can climb through.

With only a slight stumble, Benedict makes his way through her window. He smiles mischievously at her, "Hello, Pen," he whispers softly. Penelope reaches up and dusts a flower petal off his shoulder, laughing softly, "Well, hello my dear," She says gazing up at him, "What brings you here at such an hour?" Penelope says with a playful smirk, but Penelope blushes deeply at the realization of a gentleman being alone with her in bedchamber. Although, Benedict has visited her before it was under much different circumstances, and she shudders slightly at the electricity in the air between them. Even Benedict can hear the nervousness laced in her voice, caused by none other than her innocence in the matter of the intimate relations that take place between a man and woman. Benedict's eyes catching Penelope nervously biting her lip, as her gaze continuously flickers from his eyes to his lips.

His eyes darken, and slowly he places one hand on her waistline, and the other reaches up to caress her cheek softly. Penelope revels in the touch, closing her eyes softly as she burrows into him with a content hum. His hand shifts slightly, and his thumbs traces her bottom lip. Penelope stares at him, her eyes just as dark as his, witnessing the desire pour out of them causes him to inch closer to her. Penelope cranes her head back slightly, as Benedict moves his mouth to her ear, "I am going to kiss you now, darling? Is that alright?"

Penelope closes her eyes, and she feels that heat within her begin to burn. He's barely even touched her, and yet she feels as if she could melt into a pile on the floor. She nods slightly, not trusting her voice one bit, and with a gasp Benedict crashes into her devouring her lips passionately. Benedict moves his other hand, that was previously resting on her waistline, and places it on the other side of her face cradling her head in his hands. Penelope pushes into him because Benedict is consuming her every thought, and all she wants is to feel him everywhere all at once.

Benedict moves slowly, and they make a slow path towards her bed. His knees brace the edge of her bed, and he settles down onto it softly bringing Penelope with him. Penelope pauses, realizing their position, as she lays on top of Benedict. Penelope begins to move, but Benedict holds her there by her hips. "Benedict," She huffs with a laugh, "I am too heavy, we should switch," she mumbles.

Benedict frowns and shakes his head, sitting up now. Penelope awkwardly straddles his lap, as she gazes at him, with her skin flushed and hair falling into her face. Benedict brushes her hair back softly, resting his hand on her cheek. He whispers, "You are perfect just the way you are Penelope Featherington," he says looking deeply into her eyes with nothing but pure love and affection for her. He rests his forehead against hers, "You must not worry about me, my dear, I can handle you just fine," he states before lifting her up by the hips and rolling her over onto the bed, with him hovering above her. She lets out quiet shriek of laughter as Benedict's fingers graze her side, tickling her slightly, and Benedict pauses above her taking it all in for a moment. He watches as she catches her breath, before capturing her lips once more. Penelope melts into the kiss, and just as things begin to heat back up, Benedict pulls away, "I love you, Penelope," he says softly.

Penelope stares at him, as she reaches out to caress his cheek ever so lightly, "I love you too, Benedict," she says with a smile. Benedict similes brightly at her before rolling off of her and lying next to her.

Penelope smiles up at the ceiling catching her breath, and she hums in content as she feels his hand embrace hers. He brings their intertwined hands up to his mouth, and she watches in adoration as he presses a kiss to the back of her hand.

In unison, they both roll onto their sides. Penelope gazes at Benedict affectionately resting her hand over his heart, and she can feel his heart beating just as fast as hers. Benedict lovingly rubs her arm in soft delicate strokes.

Benedict clears his voice softly before speaking a in a low voice, "I have acquired everything we need in order to leave town. I think it would be wise for us to head out tomorrow night, my dear," he states watching her expression. Although Penelope gives him nothing, as her expression remains blank taking in every word he said. After a moment, Penelope sends him a hesitant smile, as she nods, "That sounds swell, Ben," she whispers out. Benedict lets out a breath he had not even realized he was holding, and then presses a soft kiss to her cheek.

She watches as Benedict stands and straightens out his clothes, so she rises as well standing before him. He reaches out and begins fixing her hair, which causes her to take a peek at herself in the mirror. She blushes deeply at the mess of her hair as she thinks about the actions that caused it.

Walking over to the window, Benedict begins to make his way out. Carefully jumping down on the garden trellis just below her window, he turns around, "Meet me just before sundown with everything you wish to take with us to our new life," he pauses smiling assuredly at her, "I have a hired hack arranged to take us out of town," he informs her. Penelope nods in confirmation, and tells him to be safe getting home, with a sigh she shuts her window. Penelope takes a seat at her desk pondering the day's events, and she cannot help but worry that maybe she and Benedict are rushing too quickly into this plan. Penelope wants the best for Benedict, but she is beginning to think that Benedict throwing away his career and risking his life for her isn't the best for him.

The next morning Penelope absentmindedly collected her belongings. Her heart was weighing heavy with such a life-altering her and Benedict had agreed upon. It is well into the afternoon by the time Penelope has packed everything she could possibly take with her tonight, when Penelope realizes that her mother is never going to let her go free. The possibility of her and Benedict making it out of this absolute mess unscathed were proving to be slim to none. It as that moment that Penelope comes to terms with the fact fate has decided for her that in order to protect Benedict Bridgerton, the love of her life, the man that brings color into her entire world, she would have to part ways with him no matter how heartbreakingly it felt to. Penelope had no other choice.

At sundown Penelope rushed out of the Featherington household, completely ignoring the outraged cries of her mother. Lady Featherington and Ms. Varley watched with horrified expressions as they witnessed Penelope descend the down the outside staircase, and she made her way into the street turning toward the direction of the Bridgerton household.

"Should we go after her?" Ms. Varley inquires, as they stand in the doorway watching Penelope disappear down the block. Portia Featherington shakes her head no, "No," she states, "If she is smart, she will return home shortly… it is her life that she is putting at risk, not mine," Portia states uninterested, turning her back on the scene. She rolls her eyes in annoyance, "Must she really act so dramatic?" Portia apathetically requires. Ms. Varley spares one more glance towards the now empty street, and she cannot help but feel unease settle into her bones. Nevertheless, she shuts the door and follows after Portia.

Penelope Featherington takes the side entrance into the Bridgerton Household, as she hurriedly but inconspicuously makes her way into the main foyer. She runs into Eloise, and Eloise looks at her bewildered, "Penelope what are you doing here?" she inquires. "I need to see Benedict – " Penelope begins urgently, but is quickly interrupted by Eloise. "Say no more, I do not need to know the reasoning behind your visit with my brother as such hours," Eloise says quickly, scrunching her nose in disgust, "If you must know he is in his art room," Eloise states and then quickly makes her way towards the library. Penelope would have laughed at her expression, had she not been in dire need to see Benedict.

Penelope makes it to his studio, and watches as Benedict is moving quickly around the room, as he strategically packs items in a small satchel. Penelope makes her way into the middle of the room, "Ben." Penelope says softly, her heart aching in pain. She stares at him with tears in her eyes, threatening to spillover.

Benedict, completely lost in thought fails respond as he mumbles quietly to himself l checking over a mental checklist, before reaching into a drawer and grabbing a set of charcoal pencils.

"Benedict!" Penelope says a little louder this time, causing Benedict to pause slightly, but he refrains from looking up, "One moment, my dear. I am almost finished packing, and then we are out of here, my love," He stops and looks over at her with a smile on his face, despite their current situation.

Benedict's smile drops, and he frowns in confusion not meeting her gaze just yet, "Where are your bags, Pen?" He comments on the lack of her luggage, his eyes scanning the area around her searching for her bags. "Or did you pack a trunk, instead?" he asks with a tilt of his head. Penelope shakes her head at both questions not trusting her voice to speak, and that's when he meets her eyes. Benedict stares at her in concern, "Where are your bags, Penelope?" He asks again. There's a melancholic sense of sadness hanging about the room, and Benedict begins to grow increasingly worried, and he drops everything as he rushes over to her. He holds her face in his hands softly. Penelope lets out a quiet cry, as Benedict asks one last time in a voice strained with worry.

"We are not leaving," Penelope says quietly, as a few tears stream down her face. She continues, "If I leave town my mother will send out a witch hunt for me, and I refuse to put your life and your family's life in danger, Benedict." She says with a small sob.

Benedict shakes his head, as tears begin to form in his eyes. "I do not care about the risks, Penelope. I care about you!" He shouts in anger as his heartbreaks. "You are not leaving without me, Pen, my beautiful Pen," Benedict says as tears stream down his face. He lays his head against his forehead, sighing, "I cannot lose you too, Penelope," Benedict whispers.

Penelope pulls back slowly, "Benedict," she whispers out in a shaky voice, and then she gazes up at him she states in a firm voice. "You must hear me when I say I am not leaving without you," she pauses, reaching up and placing both of her hands on his face as she holds his gaze. She takes a breath before continuing, "This must end tonight, my love. I am done running; I am not a coward. I have concluded that the only choice I have left is to face the Queen head on and inform her of Lady Whistledown's true identity," she finishes. All Benedict can do is shake his head in denial, as he holds back begging her not to do this, not to risk her life, but he hears the finality in her tone and he knows deep down his words are not going to change her mind.

Penelope presses a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth before stepping back. "Whatever may happen tonight, Mr. Benedict Bridgerton, know that I am so incredibly fortunate you came into my life. You have shown me such unconditional love, that at times I thought my heart would stop from all the joy you brought into my fragile broken heart. I will love you for all my days and more, Benedict Bridgerton," Penelope says in a soft voice thick with emotion. Benedict stares at her with amazement before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Benedict pulls away slightly, before whispering out, "I love you Penelope Featherington, and what have I told you about talking as if this is the end? I told you this is just the beginning for us. You cannot escape from me that easily, my dear."

Well into the night, Penelope Featherington and Benedict Bridgerton stand hand-in-hand in Queen Charlotte's palace, facing her head on, as Queen Charlotte gazes at them quizzically with narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow. A few of the Queen's footmen and guards approach the duo and inquire about the reasoning behind their visit at such an hour. Stepping forward slightly, Penelope announces to all, "I have acquired knowledge about the true identity of Lady Whistledown, and I am here to share any and all the information I have with you, Your Majesty," she finishes and then takes a step back.

The Queen's ladies gasp slightly at Penelope's declaration, the Queen stands abruptly making her way over to Penelope and Benedict. She takes in Penelope's rough appearance, the fading cuts and bruises on her face, she meets Penelope's gaze and although her eyes hold in a world of pain she sees a fiery passion fight its way to the surface. The Queen hums slightly, and then turns to her footmen and ladies before stating in an authoritative tone of voice, "Clear the room, I must speak with my guests in solitude."

Penelope and Benedict watch in awe as everyone scrambles to leave the room, and Queen Charlotte herself makes her way back to her throne. With a slam of the door Benedict and Penelope are left alone with the Queen.

"Miss. Featherington, my dear, please share with me your knowledge on this Lady Whistledown character," she states with a smile. Penelope takes in shaky breath, turning to Benedict she gazes at him with nothing but love and hope, and he returns her gaze giving her a nod of courage. Penelope Featherington approaches the Queen with an air of confidence and grace surrounding her. She pauses once she is a few feet away. The Queen waits patiently, and with a breath Penelope speaks out into the quiet room, "I am Lady Whistledown, Your Majesty."

Penelope watches as the Queen stills slightly at her proclamation, and the room remains silent for what felt like forever to Penelope, but it was only a minute before loud laughter began to fill the room. Penelope watches on as Queen Charlotte lets out loud bouts of laughter. Turning back, Penelope gazes at Benedict in confusion, who mirrors Penelope's expression.

Queen Charlotte's laughs begin to die down, and she speaks out, "Oh, my child, did you truly believe I am that daft? Nonsense, absolute nonsense," she says with another laugh. Queen Charlotte wipes her eyes, before saying in a more relaxed voice, "I have known since last season, my dear," she states with an amused smile.

Penelope Featherington feels her stomach drop at the realization of the Queen's admission, an admission that contained a tone full of humor and light-heartedness, as if Queen Charlotte had not have announced her hatred for the gossipmonger that is Lady Whistledown. Penelope stood there stock still, just waiting for the shoe to drop…waiting for all the humor to dissolve from her own admission and the fierceness that makes Queen Charlotte who she is, to take over and demand that Penelope be seized for committing treason against not only her majesties but also the United Kingdom.

Penelope stares at Queen Charlotte in unequivocal bewilderment as she asks in a low voice drenched with shock, "You have?" she says with a shaky exhale, not daring to move from the spot she stands.

It is Benedict that makes the first move, as he immediately moves forward towards the Queen. Had the Queen's guardsmen been in the room with the three, they would have assumed Benedict moved with threatening motive, but alas Benedict steps forward only to join Penelope. His face beholds an array of emotions denoting hints of his almost irate perplexity he faces in the wake of the bafflement and curiosity he holds within in an attempt find some understanding of this, in what he believes to be, nonsense.

Penelope looks over at him, taking in his expression, she reaches out slowly and intertwines their hands to together. Benedict looks down for a brief second, before he meets Penelope's gorgeous blue eyes.

Queen Charlotte watches on with a smile and nothing but adoration in her eyes for the couple before her, as the two remain completely unbeknownst to the intricate ways in which the Queen holds such fondness in her heart for the both of them.

Benedict takes a deep breath and sends Penelope an assured nod before he turns and faces Queen Charlotte. With a short breath he asks in an even and leveled tone, "If you knew all this time, Your Majesty… May I inquire the reason behind going after my sister, Eloise Bridgerton?" Benedict finishes standing tall and confident, while still holding the respect required of him when addressing the Queen of England.

Queen Charlotte stares inquisitively for a moment, as if saying, 'Must I truly need to answer this… as it is quite obvious,' before huffing out a quiet but cackling laugh. Queen Charlotte attempts to send the nervous and shaken couple a comforting smile, as she says, "My dears, I had to do my best to throw the people of the Ton off any trail that might lead to you, Miss. Featherington. You, who are one of the most famous gossip writers this Ton has to offer. I must say I have quite enjoyed your work." She finishes with a smile.

Benedict hears the audible sigh of relief that Penelope lets out, and thus Benedict's overall demeanor as a shield of protection for his beloved loosens, and he squeezes the hand within his three times. Penelope gazes at him softly before squeezing his hand back in succession, causing his heart to blossom with even more devotion for the breathtaking, petite, blue-eyed, auburn-haired girl before him.

Queen Charlotte stands in all her elegance and makes her way towards Penelope and Benedict. Placing her hand on Benedict's shoulder, while hooking her other hand under Penelope's chin. It is at this moment she truly takes in Penelope's appearance, the marks and bruises on her face that she has obviously failed to cover up. Penelope's eyes widen in realization of the Queen analyzing the marks adorned into her skin curtesy of the scathing and monstrous woman she unfortunately calls mother. Penelope catches Benedict's eye and he stares at her with deep sorrow in his eyes, as he recalls the night that he nearly lost it all… his love and sanity were almost left behind in the dust, at the mere possibility that he had lost his everything, his reason that he has not given up on himself. Benedict feels rage ignite him at the memory.

Queen Charlotte mistakes his change in demeanor as something else entirely, as she drops her hand from his shoulder, she begins checking over Penelope in a manner such as a doting mother. Penelope had never felt such warmth from a motherly figure and there she stands before the Queen as tears slightly fill her eyes.

"My dear… what is the meaning of this?" Queen Charlotte asks out in bewilderment as she cups Penelope's face between her hands, never has she seen a young debutante of society remain in such a state, except for in certain assertions. The question itself causes a tear to drop from Penelope's eyes onto Queen Charlotte's hand.

Penelope watches in horror as Queen Charlotte cuts sharply towards Benedict, and Penelope realizes that her majesty has completely misinterpreted the hand behind all her scars. Benedict's face morphs into a Just seconds before Queen Charlotte shouts out for her guardsmen to take Benedict away, Penelope shouts, "Stop! It's not what you think, Your Majesty!" Penelope exclaims. Queen Charlotte pauses looking over at Penelope with a raised eyebrow. Shaking her head, Penelope says quietly, "It is not what you think." Without even thinking Benedict and Penelope reach out to embrace one another, Benedict wraps his arm around her waist, while Penelope holds his other hand leaning her head on his shoulder.

With a sigh of exasperation Penelope looks into the Queen's eyes and states, "I will tell you everything," she pauses slightly, "It's going to require some time, shall we sit?" Penelope offers with a small, forced smile, in an attempt to make light of the tension within the room. With an affirmative nod from the Queen, Penelope spares a quick glance at Benedict, and cannot help but smile brightly at his supportive and assuring smile he sends her way.

Queen Charlotte takes her place sitting across from the devoted couple, crossing her arms as she awaits to hear the full story that is Penelope Featherington. The Queen herself cannot help but sigh in relief internally with the knowledge that Benedict is in fact innocent of the crimes she was ready to indict him for.

With that, Penelope Featherington and Benedict Bridgerton divulge in the story of how the notorious wallflower searching for acceptance and the starving artist struggling to find his own path, found themselves in such a predicament. A predicament of which that only seemed to bring forth pain and chaos, tied together and twisted with golden threads of love and happiness. With faith in the heavens above and the love they share for one another, Penelope knows with a resonation deep within her soul that all this pain and suffering will be worth it in the end, where all her and her beloved feel is content and peace.

The Queen sits back and hums slightly in thought, while she gazes at the couple in front of her with slanted eyes testing the two in an attempt to see if their earnestness and truthfulness wavers. Queen Charlotte straightens herself before turning to Benedict, "Mr. Bridgerton," she addresses before continuing, "I must say it is quite well into the night, and I must attend to having my maids prepare a bedchamber for Miss. Featherington," she states as she stands. Penelope looks up at her with admiration and appreciation shining in her eyes, as her heart fills with the assurance that her and her beloved won't have to gallivant off to some far away land to find some sort of refuge whilst feeling as if she is crushing every hope and dream Benedict Bridgerton has ever envisioned.

"Brimsley!" Queen Charlotte calls out, and in walks the queen's right-hand man. "Please arrange a hack for our guest, Mr. Bridgerton," she states plainly before walking towards the door. Brimsley nods and gestures for Benedict to follow him.

Benedict stands and offers his arm to Penelope, guiding them to the door as well. Just as Benedict and Penelope part ways for the night, Benedict pauses and turns towards Penelope. He lets out a shaky sigh of relief, as the weight of his worry for his beautiful Pen is taken off his shoulders.

Benedict turns to the love of his life, and his eyes roam over her face taking in her tired eyes that seem to reflect the same amount of relief. Benedict presses a soft kiss onto her cheek, dangerously close to her lips before pulling back at the sound of Queen Charlotte letting out a quiet, "ahem," with a pointed look and narrowed eyes. Penelope smiles bashfully at him, "Go, your family must be so worried, my love. I will be right here waiting for your return," she says quietly with rosy cheeks.

Benedict huffs a small breath of laughter at the reminder of his family, he grips her hands firmly but lovingly as he says, "I promise I will return first thing in the morning, my love."

Penelope nods, but the duo is interrupted briefly by the Queen, "Perhaps let us all acquire a good night's sleep as it is already well into the night, Mr. Bridgerton. I believe an afternoon promenade in my garden sounds like a splendid idea," she states.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Benedict agrees amicably, before bidding Penelope goodbye once more and parting ways for the night. Penelope herself, is then gently ushered away by a few palace maids to prepare her for bed, while Benedict is lead by Brimsley and a few other guardsmen outside to the hack awaiting to return him home for the night.

Just as Benedict is about to step into the hack awaiting to take him home for the night, Queen Charlotte's voice calls out to him.

"Now that I have taken Miss. Featherington under my wing for the remainder of the season, Mr. Bridgerton, I would hate to find her an even better match," Queen Charlotte says cheekily flashing him the jewel of her wedding ring at him, "Time is ticking away, my dear." Queen Charlotte says simply with a small smile.

Benedict smiles at her brightly and gives her a nod of his head, "Message received, Your Majesty," before stepping into the carriage and heading home for the night.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter!! I wanted to make it longer and dive a bit more into the plot... but I'm still writing that portion and Uni is stressing me out so much so I seem to have hit a bit of a writer's block /

Thank you all for the continuous support on this story of mine. I appreciate and cherish you all 3

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Chapter Text

Let it be known that Queen Charlotte, the mastermind herself, does not portray an inclination to make rash or impulsive decisions. Although her heart is heavy with sorrow for the blossoming flower that is Penelope Featherington, Queen Charlotte's next moves are to be calculated with the utmost precision in order destroy and ruin the absolute monstrosity that appears to be Lady Featherington and she of course must not forget her useless accomplice, Baron Featherington.

Although she has the power to ruin and discredit the entirety of the Featherington household in an instant, it would hinder Penelope and her sisters' societal reputation as they would be left to face the aftermath of the Ton's wrath.

The sound of her footmen greeting someone at the palace entrance draws Queen Charlotte's attention away from her thoughts. She smiles at the sound of Mr. Benedict Bridgerton's voice drifting around the foyer. She hears the maids asking him to wait for Penelope's arrival, and even as he amicably and formally agrees, she cannot help but shake her head with a grin as she hears his feet patter quietly on the steps, as he blatantly disregards the request to wait.

Queen Charlotte rises from her chair, with Brimsley following close behind her as usual, she follows Benedict up the stairs silently without his notice, watching from afar just around the corner of the hall.

Benedict stands in the corridor of Penelope's current bed chamber remaining as silent as possible, as he takes in the sight of Penelope throwing her head back with laughter dissolving into a fit of giggles as she converses with her stand-in lady's maid.

Benedict shivers at the sound that intertwines his soul with golden threads of adoration and burning passion that he holds for who he hopes with all his might will be his wife one day.

Penelope suddenly stands and straightens out her sage green dress fixed with an intricate design of delicate blue flowers. The sudden movement causes Benedict to zero in on the conversation before him, but he cannot help but admire the breathtaking sight of his beloved.

Penelope gives a light twirl in her dress causing Benedict to let out a soft laugh, and Penelope looks up in alert before catching Benedict lurking about in the corridor, "Ben!" Penelope shouts in faux indignation, as the shimmering twinkle reflecting in her eyes and the wide and bashful smile spread across her face depicts the exact opposite of her tone. "Might I ask what on earth you are doing over on this wing of the palace? You must be asking for a scandal." Penelope says cheekily her blue eyes shining in mischief.

Benedict glides across the room with a smirk, before dramatically slapping his forehead. "Oh, my dear," he says with a tone drenched with such dramatics that any aspiring thespian would be envious of. "I am afraid, Miss. Featherington," Benedict pauses as he stops just a few paces before Penelope. One hand finds her waste as he closes the distance between them, and the other holds her face as he whispers in a sultry voice, "You appear to have caught me red handed. I am indeed looking to cause the quite the scandal with you," he states gazing at her deeply before catching her lips with his.

Penelope lets out a gasp before melting into the kiss. Letting out a sigh of content as she herself reaches up to grip Benedict's face in her hands. A fiery passion engulfs them both, as they hold each other close and stand still lost in each other's embrace. The sound of a throat clearing, causes the two to still momentarily and Penelope breaks away softly, before muttering apologies to her lady's maid present.

"Mr. Bridgerton. I believe you were instructed to wait in the drawing room for the arrival of Miss. Featherington," The voice of Queen Charlotte startles all three of them, as they all turn around and find Queen Charlotte standing in the doorway. Penelope and Benedict move quickly Benedict intertwines his hand with Penelope's, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles absentmindedly.

"My apologies, your Majesty. I simply could not resist seeing my beloved for any moment longer." Benedict speaks, his voice laced with the charm all the Bridgerton men seem to possess.

Queen Charlotte rolls her eyes in fondness humming slightly as she steps further into the room. "Perhaps you would like to escort me back to the drawing room, while Penelope finishes readying herself for the day." Queen Charlotte inquires with a raised eyebrow. Benedict nods with a bashful simile, he takes his leave with a small squeeze of Penelope's hand as he heads for the door. Benedict glances back slightly and grins widely at the little wave Penelope sends him. He takes in the sight of her flushed skin and rosy cheeks as she smiles bashfully and fervently commits it to memory. His fingers twitch slightly ready to paint the absolute masterpiece that is his muse, Penelope Featherington, who would hopefully soon be Penelope Bridgerton.

Once the duo has returned to Queen Charlotte's drawing room, Benedict stands pacing the floor anxiously awaiting Penelope, while Queen Charlotte watches on bemused by the sight. "I trust you have brought a betrothal ring with you, Mr. Bridgerton?"

Benedict pats his coat pocket for it and fishes it out carefully, before making his way towards Queen Charlotte. Opening the small parcel box, he presents the ring to his majesty for approval. Queen Charlotte marvels at the sight of the astonishing yet intricate design of sapphire jewels fastened along a shimmering silver band. Queen Charlotte whistles lowly, "Now, that, is a betrothal ring, Mr. Bridgerton." She gazes at him with approval in her eyes, and Benedict releases a sigh of relief before placing the ring back in the box and placing it in his coat pocket.

"Are you excited for your promenade with Mr. Bridgerton, Miss. Penelope?" Rosalyn asked Penelope, as she fastened a soft blue ribbon in Penelope's hair. Penelope sighed in content, nodding slightly as her lady's maid inquiry.

Penelope Featherington knew in her heart she was on a path that would lead her to a future filled with nothing but the joyous and passionate feelings of love and happiness ahead of her. For the first time in an extremely draining period of feeling nothing but hopelessness and despair, Penelope could not help but feel light and content. No longer burdened by the wrath of her mother, the despise the Ton holds for her, or her own disastrous self-worth. Penelope could feel it deep in her bones as the ache lessoned and her chrysalis began to shed as she opened up to herself and the world before her as she transformed into the most beautiful and most breathtaking butterfly of her own.

"I will admit, I find myself to be excited to spend any amount of time with Benedict," She said with a dreamy sigh, "I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us," Penelope finishes with a smile. Her lady's maid grins at her brightly in return.

Benedict grins at Penelope who is on his arm as they walk about the Queen's absolutely enchanting garden, as she chats animatedly about a book Benedict has never read before. Although Benedict is neglecting to fully listen to her, he believes the next moment will make up for it entirely. As nerves begin to overtake him, he flashes back to the conversation he held with his brother last night:

Benedict shuffles into the Bridgerton household well into the night after returning from the palace. Anthony, the true insomniac of the family, is wide awake in his study reviewing the family's books when he hears the tell-tale signs of his brother in the foyer of their home. Rising from his chair, Anthony makes it to the hall, "Where on earth have you been? Oh, please tell me you haven't compromised Penelope?"

Anthony's voice intercepts Benedict, causing him to turn around and face his brother in surprise. Although aware of his brother's sleeping habits, he thought with as close it is to dawn Anthony would be somewhat asleep.

Taking in his brother's demeanor, Anthony steps closer to Benedict, "What is it, Ben?" he inquires with a voice full of concern. Benedict's face breaks after enduring what feels like the fight of his life, the relief that fills him is almost bone crushing. His eyes water from the raw emotions filling his mind and body, and he throws himself into Anthony's arms, holding his brother hostage in a hug. Anthony is quick to console and comfort his brother, his worry growing at the small sniffles Benedict lets out.

Benedict pulls back unabashedly wiping his eyes, before turning to Anthony, "I am going to marry Pen, Ant," he says with a broad smile. Anthony's face contorts from a worrying frown to a beaming smile, "It seems like you solved your Portia problem, then?"

"Yes, we did." Benedict says quietly, "We are free," he finishes with a soft voice. Anthony pats him on the shoulder, "Come now, brother! An announcement like this call for a celebratory drink!" Anthony wraps his are arm around Benedict and guides towards his study.

Flashing back to the present, Benedict begins leading Penelope down a specific path leading to a part of the garden that appeared to be absolutely covered in various types of breathtaking flowers. Penelope's sounds of delight waft around him acting almost like a remedy for any anxiety he faces.

Penelope turns away from him slightly to get a closer look at a patch of fiery red tulips. "Benedict I must say this garden is just marvelous! I find it to be…" Penelope trails off as she turns back around. Her breath catching in her throat as she takes in the sight of Benedict kneeling on one knee before her.

"Penelope, my love," Benedict begins pausing slightly to catch his breath, before continuing, "Our love began in a garden, so I thought no better than to offer you my love for the rest of our lives and beyond in a garden as well. You have become a beacon of light on my darkest nights ever since I saw you in the garden that night. I have fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with you, my sweet Pen, and continue to do so each day. No matter what fate throws our way, I know that I want to face it head on with you, my brilliant Pen," Benedict states with a smile, Penelope gasps with watery eyes as he begins to fish the ring box out of his coat pocket, "We have mentioned our married lives together a thousand times my love, but I think I would like to make it certain for us now. What do you think, Pen? Will you marry me?" Benedict asks with a nervous but certain smile as Penelope Featherington nods her head yes repeatedly.

"Yes, Benedict, I will marry you!" Penelope squeals bending down and capturing his lips with hers. She pulls back resting her forehead on his, whispering out, "Thank you for everything. You have saved me, Ben. What you have given me… and the love you have showed me…" Penelope stops, momentarily overwhelmed, "I went so long in my life thinking I was unlovable and destined for a life of solitude… you have showed me just how utterly wrong I was," Penelope states her voice thick with emotion.

Benedict kisses her softly on the lips, "My heart belongs to you now, my love. The love I hold for you will never waver, and I will spend the rest of my days ensuring you know just how beautiful you are inside and out," he says before taking the betrothal ring out and sliding it on her finger.

They both stare at the ring in awe for a moment, transfixed on the notion that they will be able to start their next chapter of life together this time. Penelope looks up at him. Their eyes meet, and Penelope gazes at him deeply before beginning, "I love you Benedict Bridgerton, my mind, body, and soul ache for you in the best way possible. My love for you consumes my entire being, and I cannot wait to be Mrs. Bridgerton and spend the rest of my life with you." Penelope states with a fierce and passionate tone before diving backing in for a fervent kiss.

Three nights ago, Lady Featherington watched as her outright unhinged daughter barreled out of the Featherington home and into the streets, no doubt heading for the beloved Bridgerton's estate. Portia felt nothing but fiery rage consuming her entire being, gob smacked slightly at the audacity of her youngest. Who does Penelope think she is? Did she think she could truly defy her mother?

Portia grins slightly with a dark smirk, and a slight hum slows her pacing. Jack who remains sitting on the settee with a paper in his hand, glances up at Portia, "I know that look," He grins just as devilishly as Lady Featherington. Leaning forward in his seat, "What are you planning, my dear?" Jack inquires with a smirk. "Just you wait, my darling," Portia says with a sigh settling into the space beside him.

Over dinner the next day, Penelope finds herself sitting adjacent to the Queen herself. She marvels at the predicament she has found herself in but rejoices in the face that there is now a light at the end of the tunnel. She and Benedict are just a few steps closer to spending the rest of their lives together and forgetting about all this nonsense.

Penelope admires the way her engagement ring shines in the low lighting of the dining room. Penleope Featherington has never been the kind of person to place such a focus on material things, but the ring itself represents an aspect of the love she never thought she would ever experience.

Queen Charlotte observes the young girl with a smile, she clears her throat quietly before beginning, "Now that you are officially betrothed, Miss. Featherington," She pauses, and Penelope glances up meeting her eyes with a happy sheen, "I insist that we celebrate!" Queen Charlotte's voice rings out with joy. Penelope smiles brightly at the Queen, waiting for her to continue.

Queen Charlotte hums in thought, "Well, I will obviously host a ball in celebration-"

"Pardon my interruption, your Majesty, but a ball?" Penelope inquires, unable to stop the bewildered tone following it.

"Yes, dear. In the utmost levels of society, an engagement requires an announcement… and hosting a ball announcing the joyous union is the truly the best way." Queen Charlotte states.

Penelope remains silent considering Queen Charlotte's words.

"I will say we must be careful, cautious perhaps due to our current predicament. Dare I say, we use this to our advantage and get rid of your mother once and for all." Queen Charlotte states in a serious tone.

Penelope waits quietly, patiently, as she takes in the calculating expression on Queen Charlotte's face, undoubtedly forming quite the plan.

"Lady Featherington, as you must know, has quite a dramatic flair," Queen Charlotte says humorously, causing her and Penelope to dissolve into a shared fit of laughter.

Queen Charlotte sips her wine, humming in thought, "Her reaction is our greatest play. Portia will try to spin your absence in her favor… but if we invite her and the rest of the Ton to your ball without announcing your engagement, that might just give us the upper hand." She finishes, her thoughts still reeling as she puts together the plan.

"The upper hand in what, your Majesty?" Penelope inquires, confused slightly.

Queen Charlotte smiles softly at the young girl, taking her hand in her own, "Do you trust me, Penelope?" she asks. Penelope affirms her without a second thought, Queen Charlotte nods with a smile, "That is all I ask of you, my dear."

Days pass and Penelope Featherington's days are filled with endless planning not only for her engagement ball, but also for her future nuptials! Penelope cannot help but feel anything but shocked when she thinks about her upcoming union with Mr. Benedict Bridgerton.

Although the anxiousness and timidness brought upon her from thoughts of self-doubt threaten to take over her mind, Benedict, the saint he is, reassures her every step of the way without Penelope even having to voice a single thought aloud. Simply taking her hand or caressing some part of her body with eyes full of desire is enough to shoo the plaguing thoughts away, but it is the way he whispers softly to her or how passionately he talks to anyone and everyone about Penelope and his future together, that truly and irrevocably extinguishes any negative or troubling thought from her mind.

Gossip buzzes throughout the Ton, as everyone begins to receive their invitations from the Majesty herself inviting those of distinguished society to celebrate the future union of a beloved mystery couple. The invitations approved by the Majesty and Penelope are covered in elegant and colorful florals, with the theme written in cursive: "A Night in the Garden." All of which is courtesy of Queen Charlotte, who demanded to transform the palace into a magnificent and enchanting garden themed ball, inspired by the beginning blossoms of the romance between Benedict and Penelope that occurred in the Bridgerton garden, a night that seems so long ago after all that has transpired.

Murmurs flow through the entire Ton, as everyone guesses in anticipation just who this mystery couple is. The upcoming ball has the ladies of the Ton running to the local Modiste, placing rush orders on new gowns. Madam De Lacroix rejoices in the unexpected business so late in the season, but her and her associates match the demand in ample time.

On the day of the ball, Penelope watches from atop the grand staircase as workers move about the room, decorating the palace from top to bottom. It is coming together quite magically, and the anticipation of tonight has Penelope feeling electrified, charged with an anxious but animated emotion.

The preparations for the ball last well into the day and afternoon tea, but just as the sun begins to set and the moon shifts into place, Penelope stands in front of the mirror admiring her appearance with approval. She smiles brightly at her Bridgerton blue dress that flows delicately down her body, enhancing her curves while flattering her shape. The bodice is absolutely sparkling with diamonds and other jewels position into floral patterns. The shade of blue compliments her skin tone, in a way like no other. Queen Charlotte and her ladies have done quite well, Penelope thinks to herself. Her is pulled back into an elegant updo, with curls framing her face, and her lady's maid in standing shifts around her placing jewels in her hair. Her face remains mostly bare, except for the rouge upon her cheeks and slight shadow across her lash line. Penelope has never felt more beautiful in her entire life.

The lady's maid steps back and says, "Are you ready, Miss. Penelope?" smiling at the young girl before. Penelope fixes her gloves, before turning round and nodding an affirmative towards the maid.

"My darling, look at you!" Queen Charlotte all but shouts when Penelope arrives at her quarters. Penelope curtseys politely, "Thank you, your Majesty!" Queen Charlottes hold Penelope's cheek in her hand, smiling brightly at her. "Brimsley! Send my gratitude for Marie making such an entrancing and breathtaking dress!" Brimsley nods, before turning to a guard behind him and speaking quietly. No doubt giving orders to heavily compensate the woman who produced Penelope's ball gown.

A knock at the door, interrupts the two women, a guard whispers to Brimsley who nods before turning to them, "Mr. Benedict Bridgerton your Majesty." Brimsely announces. Queen Charlottes waves with her hand, and the doors open revealing a dashingly handsome Benedict Bridgerton. Penelope is breathless as her eyes take in the man before her. His luscious dark chestnut hair, that Penelope has noticed for the first time appears to have gotten a bit longer this season, is swept to the side with soft waves throughout, his face clean shaven, and glowing in the chandelier lit room. He is dressed in his absolute best, the dark suit bringing out his sharp features. Penelope blushes a deep red as his dark brown eyes full of desire meet hers.

It takes everything Benedict has in him to resist the urge to sweep Penelope up in his arms and crash his lips into hers. He takes in the sight of his breathtaking bride-to-be and the overwhelming feeling of desire grows more and more. Benedict does all he can to commit the goddess like vision of his fiancé before him to his memory, in hopes to one day be able to recreate this in portrait form.

Before addressing Penelope, Benedicts formally greets the Queen in respect, then he quickly unabashedly captures her lips in his for a chaste kiss, that causes her to blush even deeper from the cheeks down. What he would do to follow that trail of rouge. "You are absolutely enchanting, my beautiful Pen." He whispers lovingly in her ear, with his hand caressing her hip. Penelope kisses his cheeks, "I must say you look quite handsome yourself, Mr. Bridgerton." She says with smirk as her oceanic eyes gaze into his deep brown eyes, as her fingers trace along the side of his cheek,

The lovesick couple is so lost in themselves, it is as if the whole world has melted away and just the two of them are frozen in time. Forever in unison without a care in the world.

Queen Charlotte clears her throat loudly, causing the two to spring apart just a little as they turn their attention to her majesty. "Night has fallen upon us, and carriages are arriving as I speak. Soon guests will be filling the ballroom. When the moment is right, I will have one of my footmen retrieve you two, but for now you are to remain in this room with a chaperone." She pauses slightly for emphasis, before continuing, "Once the moment strikes, I will formally introduce you."

Penelope and Benedict nod in agreement and watch as Queen Charlotte marches out with her ladies in waiting and Brimsley following close behind. A footmen and a lady's maid remain, silently in the room with Benedict and Penelope. Penelope turns to Benedict, her anxiousness seeping into her expression as she asks, "Are you ready for this Ben?" Benedict hums lightly, in thought "Am I ready to announce to the entire world that I am planning to spend the rest of my life with a woman who makes the me happiest man on earth? Hmm, you know, Pen? That's a great question –" Penelope cuts him off with whack on the arm, causing Benedict to hiss in faux pain. He presses a soft kiss dangerously close to her lips, before saying, "I am irrevocably ready to begin my life with you, Penelope, no matter what may come our way. I am so filled with joy that I am to take it on with you by my side, my beautiful Penny." He finishes, and Penelope's eyes soften as tears of nothing but love and joy fill her eyes. "I love you, Benedict Bridgerton." She says with her entire heart.

Lady Featherington sits arm in arm with Baron Featherington on one side of the carriage, taking in her two present daughters, as they ooh and ahh the entire way up the drive of Queen Charlotte's palace. The Featherington women are adorned in their usual over-the-top, frivolous gowns. The carriage lulls to a stop, the door opening a second later. Baron Featherington steps out first offering his hand to Portia, who takes it graciously as she steps down. Prudence and Phillipa step out ungracefully as ever behind them. Portia takes in the rows of carriages lined up down the front entrance to the palace, taking in the many prestigious guests entering the palace alongside them. "Perhaps you could use this as an opportunity to converse with these distinguished gentlemen. Possibly seek out a few more investors, dear?" Portia hums as she raises a questioning brow at the Baron Featherington, who smirks in approval nodding in approval.

Lady Featherington stands arm in arm with the Baron Featherington in Queen Charlotte's formal ballroom, that has been donned with the utmost royal decorations that appear to follow a garden party theme. They wait in a line of townspeople waiting to formally greet Queen Charlotte. Once it reaches their turn, they all curtsey and pay their respects to her majesty, Portia takes in the Queen with suspicious eyes, as the Queen herself casts the family an uninterested look. Her eyes find Portia's, and the woman freezes slightly at the disgust filled glare she receives briefly before the Queen turns to receive the couple behind them. The Featherington bunch is soon shuffled into the floral masterpiece that is the ballroom, with gentle string music fills the room as people begin to crowd into the ballroom.

Earlier this week Portia Featherington waited patiently for the invitation to arrive from the Queen herself, as news of Queen Charlotte holding a celebratory ball for the engagement of a debutante she is sponsoring began to spread around the town like a house on fire. Portia found it rather peculiar as she could not ever recall the Queen ever announcing her sponsorship of a debutante this season, but she will admit she has been rather busy becoming well acquainted with the new Baron Featherington and his profitable schemes.

Portia peers a glance up at Jack, and she cannot help but smirk inwardly as he chats amicably with Lord Windshire, a very wealthy prospect, who appears to be quite interested in the infamous Baron Featherington's prosperous ruby mines.

Just a few more investments, Portia thinks to herself, and then we may start anew in a different world… perhaps the Americas. She smiles outwardly at the thought, but then a petite auburn-haired woman passes by, and Penelope's face flashes in her mind.

Lady Featherington freezes for a second before relaxing, and Portia will admit that she is slightly worried. Not for Penelope. No, Lady Featherington finds herself more worried about what game Penelope is playing, as it has been a fortnight since she witnessed her youngest daughter racing out of their home gallivanting off to goodness knows where.

Lady Featherington politely breaks away from Jack, and he grins wolfishly at her before excusing her. Portia strolls about the room for a few moments, taking in the sights before her with watchful eyes. She cannot help but feel this sudden energy consuming her, almost as if a premonition is taking over her that she cannot quite decipher the meaning of.

"Lady Featherington!" Portia turns round at the sound of Lady Cowper's squeaky voice; she grins and bids Lady Cowper an amicable greeting. Before she knows it, Portia is well engrossed in meaningless, but socially acceptable conversations.

"Is it true your youngest will not be finishing the season in London. That she has possibly withdrawn from this season altogether. Is that true, Lady Featherington?" Lady Cowper asks with nonchalance. Portia feels the exact moment the step she remains on in the social hierarchy of the Ton falls out from under feet. It is quite scandalous to withdraw from the season without credible reason.

Lady Featherington can feel the judgmental gazes from the ladies surrounding her, but what these brainless women fail to understand about Portia is that the fiery redhead is an absolute mastermind when it comes to deceiving those around her.

Tears sprout in her eyes, and Portia begins to hurriedly reach for a handkerchief. "Why, my sweet Penelope has left London to stay with my oldest sister, who has fallen ill quite suddenly," She pauses let out a whimpering sob, "All the way in Ireland!" Portia states dramatically. "We were all going to be forced to go because, surely I could not leave my girls mid-season, but Penelope so graciously offered to go and tend to her dear Aunt!" Lady Featherington finishes while wiping her tears away. The women around her ooh and ahh with sympathy and offer their support, and Portia cannot help but smirk inwardly at how easily she could fool those around her.

A break in the music causes the crowd of this enchanting garden themed party to turn towards the host, Queen Charlotte, who previously sat surrounded by her ladies and guardsmen, now stands at the bottom of the grand staircase, flowers arrangements line the banisters all the way up.

Queen Charlotte faces the crowd with a playful glint in her eyes, "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention," Queen Charlotte says pleasantly and her lips portraying a bright smile as the creases by her eyes display just how genuine her grin in fact is., "it is with my utmost honor that I introduce you to the upcoming, Mr. and Mrs. Benedict Bridgerton!"

The crowd gasps as Benedict Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington make their appearance at the top of the grand staircase, looking absolutely magical in their formal attire. Penelope, radiant as ever, adorned in her astonishingly beautiful sparkling gown in all its Bridgerton blue resplendence. A few blazing auburn curls frame her face, with the rest of her hair pulled up into a flattering up do. Penelope gazes at Benedict, their eyes meet, and Benedict sends her a smile full of charm.

The couple floats down the staircase without noticing that every member in the crowd of festivities remains to be completely captivated by the golden aura surrounding them. Queen Charlotte cannot help herself, as she grins in delight at the reaction of the Ton. Portia Featherington's soul has turned to complete ice, as she takes in the sight of her daughter. Baron Featherington appears at her side in an instant, "Did you know about this, Portia?" he asks with an angered expression, as the crowd that surrounds them begins to cheer. Portia reels back in shock at the disdain directed towards her. Straightening her spine, her eyes narrow at him before turning back to her daughter and Mr. Bridgerton, "Of course, I had no idea, Jack." She huffs, "Do you truly believe I would let this partake without my knowledge?"

Portia Featherington watches on as Penelope and Benedict formally greet the Queen. Rage fills her as the rest of the Bridgerton family make their first appearance of the night and begin conversing with the Queen and her daughter. The sounds of the crowd begin to damper when Queen Charlotte addresses them once more, "Ladies and Gentlemen let us celebrate the forthcoming union between this beautiful couple! Enjoy yourselves and –"

"What is the meaning of this?" Lady Featherington states in a fit of impatient rage, completely interrupting Queen Charlotte's speech. The crowd gasps in shock, but Queen Charlotte just smiles mischievously, Portia realizes, that it's almost as if the Queen had this all planned out. Waiting for just the right moment to absolutely ambush her.

Queen Charlotte takes in the peculiar woman before her and wonders how she even began to believe to have the right to address her Majesty in this way, "Well," Queen Charlotte pauses, "Lady Featherington I was hoping you could fill the Ton in on that." Queen Charlotte hums at the end with an eyebrow arched at Portia in question. Portia gaps slightly caught off guard by her insinuation. Queen Charlotte steps closer to her, "Perhaps you could enlighten us all on why your daughter is now under my charge, instead of yours?" Queen Charlotte continues, circling Portia now, smiling at the way nervousness begins to creep into Portia's expression. "And of course, she will remain with me until she is wed to Mr. Bridgerton."

"I do not have any knowledge of what you are speaking about, your Majesty." Portia states with a tone full of denial and defiance towards her Queen. "I do not know what lies my daughter has fed you, but she is to be sent off to live with a distant relative," Portia begins to ramble, which is soon cut off by the Queen's laughter.

"Lies?" She asks with a laugh, "Oh, Lady Featherington I am so glad you opened that door." She pauses with a glare, "You must share with the Ton your marvelous scheme!" She says as she gestures to the many townspeople in the room, "A plan you and that pathetic and destitute Baron Featherington have devised to run off with the wealth of several prestigious members of this very Ton!" Portia visibly pales as her plan is revealed before everyone. She glances back towards the crowds and sees that Jack has disappeared and is nowhere to be found. Typical, she thinks with a grimace. Plan B it is, Portia readies herself.

"You speak so confidently of lies!" Portia says callously with fiery anger in her eyes, "When you have taken in a no-good light-skirt, who spends her time writing a gossip rag that has caused more than a handful of scandals and the ruining of several prestigious families!" Portia shouts to the crowds with ferocity.

A deafening silence fills the entire room, as the crowds' eyes shift back and forth from Queen Charlotte and Lady Featherington. Queen Charlotte's expression turns wicked, and that's when Portia realizes she played right into the trap. Queen Charlotte was betting on Portia's attempt to expose Penelope Featherington.

A boisterous bout of laughter comes from the Queen, and the crowd shifts uneasily awaiting the full reaction of her Majesty. Queen Charlotte steps forward even closer to Portia Featherington this time as she says, "You truly are that dense." She states with a wicked laugh, before turning to the crowd, "I am your Queen, and to be truthful prior to the publishing of Lady Whistledown, the debutante seasons were becoming a bore, and I thought what might help spice up this season? Perhaps, publishing a gossip column reporting on the various tidbits of chatter someone might be able to pick up from simply attending the season's society events." Queen Charlotte states as she makes her way to stand next to Penelope. She sends the young girl an assuring smile before further addressing the crowd, "I enlisted Miss. Featherington's assistance on producing Lady Whistledown not only because of her proficiency in writing, but also because of her unwavering integrity and loyalty to her Majesty." Queen Charlotte pauses taking in the way the crowd's shock seems to simmer into something indifference at the admission of Penelope Featherington being Lady Whistledown. Bingo, she thinks to herself, as she and Penelope narrowly avoid Penelope's downfall with such admission. Queen Charlotte gestures to the crowd her body language relaxed, as she gestures to the crowd, "And… we have all thoroughly enjoyed her publishing, have we not?" She asks, and with that a slight murmur of affirmation makes it way from the crowd,

Queen Charlotte smiles at them all, "With that out of the way," she begins before turning back to Portia who has grown considerably pale, "We must address the fact that this woman, has been attempting to scam her fellow townspeople by offering investments in mines that cease to exist!" The crowd's expression is a mixture of shock, horror, and anger as they turn towards Lady Featherington. People begin shouting, causing Portia to cower slightly, as her faux confidence begins to fade. "I have nothing to do with this!" Lady Featherington shouts desperately, "It was all that horrid Baron Featherington's plan!" She attempts to deny but fails miserably. Queen Charlotte steps close to her, and whispers, "If I were you, I'd run, and never look back before it's too late." she says, looking at Portia with her eyes full of disgust. Queen Charlotte watches her, as Lady Featherington splutters slightly, causing the Queen to roll her eyes at the pathetic woman before her, "Do as I say, or I can make this worse. Trust me." She states with a tone of finality in her voice. Portia gazes at the Queen, nodding slightly, as she casts a glance at Prudence and Philippa. Before she can say anything, Queen Charlotte says, "Miss. Prudence and Miss. Philippa will remain with me until they are married off," and with those words Queen Charlotte watches as Lady Featherington makes a hasty getaway, with a few of the victims of her scheme chasing after her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please!" Queen Charlottes addresses the crowd before her. "Trust me, when I say all will be taken care of," she says with powerful charisma, and she smiles brightly as the crowd tunes into her without a fight. "Let us resume our festivities in celebrating the future Mr. and Mrs. Benedict Bridgerton!" Joyous cheers erupt, light string music begins filling the room once more. Penelope all but runs over to Queen Charlotte, and embraces her in a tight hug, and the Queen is hit with a repeated rush of thank you's.

Queen Charlotte squeezes the young redhead tightly before pulling away slightly and patting her on head with jest, "Of course, my darling. I am glad that monster of a woman is out of your life for good, and if you ever run into anymore problems with her, you must let me know, Penelope." Queen Charlotte states firmly, and Penelope nods before curtseying formally to her Queen.

Penelope's eyes float around the room, searching for her husband-to-be, when she is whisked up into the arms of her lover, himself. "Benedict!" She shouts with laughter, as he pecks her on the cheek. Benedict twirls her round lightly, before coming face to face with Penelope. "We did it, my love. We are free Penny," Benedict whispers before resting his forehead on hers. Penelope lets out an audible sigh of relief, as she intertwines their hands, she brings his hand up to her mouth before kissing his knuckles softly. "I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Benedict Bridgerton." She feels Benedict quiver slightly at the intimate words and gestures, Penelope looks into his eyes and there in his eyes is the desire reflecting hers.

As usual, the couple is so lost in their own world, they completely miss the sound of Lady Danbury approaching them, with Violet Bridgerton on her arm. Penelope and Bridgerton jump apart at the sound of Lady Danbury loudly announcing her presence by the tapping of her cane.

"My, my, do you two make one of the most beautiful pairings that I have ever laid eyes on," Lady Danbury says to the couple before her, the lines of aging creasing as she smiles brightly at Penelope and Benedict. "Thank you, Lady Danbury" Benedict says with a polite nod towards the woman. "Oh, my darling, your father would be so proud of the man you have become," Violet says with watery eyes, before embracing her son in a hug. Lady Danbury turns to Penelope, who is watching on with fondness in her eyes, "You look absolutely magical tonight, dear. You are in full bloom, Miss. Featherington."

Penelope blushes deeply at the compliment, "Thank you, Lady Danbury," she replies graciously. Lady Danbury hums softly before saying, "I am just overjoyed that everything is coming together in the end for you two." Violet Bridgerton turns to them, "Yes, indeed! I am ecstatic to have you as my daughter-in-law, Penelope!" She says as she wipes her eyes with a handkerchief, before embracing Penelope in a hug, "Bridgerton Blue suits you quite well, my darling!" Violet whispers before pulling back and winking at Penelope, causing Penelope to giggle softly at her words. The music of the next dance starts up, and Benedict dramatically turns to her, holding out his hand, "May I have this dance, Miss. Featherington?" His smooth voice causes Penelope to shiver slightly. She grins at him, "Why, I believe my dance card is all full, Mr. Bridgerton." She says playfully. Benedict hums, "Oh, is that so?" He says with a mischievous grin. "Yes," Penelope says with a dramatic sigh, "Perhaps I can make an exception just this once?" as she places her hand in Benedict's. Benedict lets out a loud laugh, before twirling her round and round causing Penelope to squeal with laughter.

Violet Bridgerton and Lady Danbury shake their heads in amusement as Penelope and Benedict twirl their way to the dance floor. "Do you think those two will be that madly in love with each other their whole lives?" Violet asks aloud. Lady Danbury laughs loudly, "Lady Bridgerton, this is just start, I am afraid." She says with a smile, and the two women dissolve into giggles, as they watch the couple, with eyes full of nothing but fondness and love.

"Sister, I must say I am failing to understand how among all that has transpired we have somehow landed ourselves in the same living quarters as the Queen of England?!" Philippa whispers shouts as the three Featherington sisters, still in their ball gowns, gather round in Penelope's makeshift bedchamber. Penelope's gaze finds Prudence's gaze, who remains silent, watching the scene unfold before them, no doubt waiting to hear some sort of explanation as well.

Penelope lets out a tired sigh collapsing onto her bed, completely tired out from the dancing and constant schmoozing she has had to endure as her and Benedict were the Queen's guests of honor. "Phil, you mustn't worry about it. Truly, the only thing you must worry about are your upcoming nuptials with Mr. Finch." Penelope states plainly, before sitting up once more staring at two sisters, "Mama and Cousin Jack, were scamming and manipulating a large portion of the London's bottom half of high society… we are lucky to even be here in the first place." Penelope states, "It is important to be appreciative of what Queen Charlotte is offering us because it could be a lot worse than the uncertainty you feel at the moment." She finishes, before standing up and walking towards the vanity.

Prudence and Philippa stare at Penelope in shock at her admission, their eyes follow her movement as she floats across the room. Her Bridgerton Blue dress still shimmering in the lowlight of her bedchamber. "Now, it is quite late, so if you will excuse me, I am going to prepare for bed." Penelope says as she begins to remove the various hair clips and pins in her auburn hair. "I will see you two, in the morning. Yes?" She hums slightly. Prudence and Philippa take their leave, with a quietly murmured goodnight. Penelope quickly dresses herself in the night clothes her lady's maid laid out for her, before jumping into bed. That night, for the first time in a long time, Penelope Featherington falls asleep with a smile on her face, without any worry ever plaguing her mind.

A few days into the Featherington daughters' stay with Queen Charlotte, Prudence and Philippa finally begin to settle. The three women sit adjacently to her Majesty, as they enjoy afternoon tea, with slight chatter.

"Philippa." The Queen begins with a soft smile at the young girl, who appears to be the dimmest out of the three. Her Majesty cannot even begin to believe how on earth Penelope survived among the asinine individuals that formed the Featherington family. Philippa jumps slightly at the direct address from Queen Charlotte, her teacup clattering slightly on the plate. "Yes, your Majesty." Philippa responds meekly with a voice full of shyness.

Queen Charlotte continues, "With the season soon coming to an end… I would like to have you and Mr. Finch married before the summer season." Philippa's eyes widen in excitement. "Of course, I will supply an extensive and apt dowry for you – and Prudence as well when that time comes." Philippa and Prudence share a look of shock with one another, before thanking Queen Charlotte profusely. Penelope sends a look full of nothing but gratitude to the Queen.

"What about Penny's nuptials?" Philippa inquires quietly. Queen Charlotte nods to Penelope, and Penelope turns to Philippa as she says, "Benedict and I are waiting just a bit. We have decided to enjoy the courting aspect of our union, since it has been ever so disastrous throughout our entire courtship."

Queen Charlotte smiles sweetly at Penelope, "With that out of the way…I must stress it is important we find a suitable match for you all rather quickly, due to your current circumstances. Your mother is gone now, and hopefully my financial assistance to those harmed by her disastrous scheme will be enough to smooth any ruffled feathers."

As the season begins to dwindle, Penelope's time is split between being whisked away by her fiancé or helping Philippa plan her very last-minute wedding to Mr. Finch. Even with Philippa and Albion's union being a rather small and rushed one, there is still an unfortunate amount of planning that is required. Penelope knows that once Philippa is married off it will be her time to resume her own wedding planning, but unlike the dread and annoyance that fills her when dealing with her sister's planning, Penelope finds herself enjoying the tasks of deciding what type of florals to use, and what color scheme, and how many dresses she wishes to have.

Currently, Penelope finds herself relaxing on a picnic blanket in the Bridgerton family's garden, with the early afternoon sun rays cascading down in between the leaves and tree limbs hanging overhead. Penelope sighs in content, with her head resting on Benedict's chest, as the duo is chaperoned by Penelope's stand-in lady's maid, but luck is on their side as her lady's maid decided to take a quick walk around the beautiful but sizable garden.

Benedict's fingers trace patterns on the back of her bodice, and Penelope mirrors him doing the same on his chest. Raising herself up slightly, Penelope looks into Benedict's eyes, her own lust reflecting in his, she leans in. Her breath is raspy slightly as she whispers his name, "Benedict," neediness soaking every syllable, as she leans in impossibly closer. Benedict groans lowly, as he captures her bottom lip between his teeth, before absolutely devouring her mouth. One hand resting on her cheek, as the other fists her hair. Their moans fill the quiet garden, as Penelope fists Benedicts shirt, her skin begins to flush a rosy pink, as Benedict's lips' part from hers and make their way to soft skin of where her shoulder and neck meet. Penelope gasps loudly at the sensation filling her, following Benedict's lead as the duo begin to fall back onto the blanket. Benedict's form now on top of Penelope, he pulls back slightly gazing into her lust filled eyes.

"Do you trust me, Pen?" he asks softly. Penelope gasping and writhing in pleasure, nods, kissing him. Benedict shakes his head, pulling away, "Words, Penelope." Penelope rests her palm on his cheek softly, her thumb caressing his cheek, "I trust you, Ben. With all my heart." Benedict shudders slightly at the breathiness in her voice, but then dives in as his lips hungrily meet hers. The duo is a moaning mess, both groaning aloud when Benedict subconsciously grinds against her form. His lips find her neck once more, and her gasps grow by the second. Desire burning in her core, as her hips meet Benedict's clothed thrusts. "Come on, my beautiful Pen." Benedict whispers hungrily, speeding up ever so slightly, watching as Penelope's mouth forms an "o" shape, as she throws her head back in ecstasy. Benedict's trail of kisses moves further up her neck, into a tiny place behind her ear, where her hair should fall just right, to conceal any mark he may leave. "Benedict," Penelope whines as his teeth graze her neck, and leave the lightest mark upon her skin. Benedict turns slightly kissing her hard, as he speeds up his thrusts, and Penelope joins in succession, pulling back slightly Benedict groans lowly, "Almost there, Penny," Penelope moans quietly biting her lip, and just like a wave crashing to the shore, passion and lust consume them both and they ride the high together as they climax at once.

Benedict and Penelope pant heavily as they try to catch their breath, Benedict's forehead resting on Penelope's. Their gazes meet and Benedict's breath catches as he takes in the absolutely beautiful pink flush of Penelope's skin. Attempting to commit it to memory, so that once they part, he can race to his studio and paint the sight before him. Penelope watches his eyes, and knows just what the great artist is thinking, and starts laughing jovially, causing Benedict to join in soon after.

Penelope cards her fingers through his luscious hair, and sighs contently as she says, "You are the most devastatingly handsome man I have had the absolute pleasure to set eyes, Mr. Bridgerton." She leans in nuzzling her nose against his. Benedict's eyes crinkle as he laughs, "And you, Penelope, soon-to-be, Bridgerton, are the most beautiful women inside and out, that I have had the pleasure to know," he says before giving her a chaste kiss. Penelope intertwines their hands together and kisses his knuckles lightly.

The sound of her lady's maid footsteps approaching has the duo pause slightly, turning towards the approaching steps. The lady's maid, Anna, clears her throat bashfully, "Miss. Featherington, I believe it is time to return to the palace. Queen Charlotte will be expecting your presence for afternoon tea," she says before taking a step closer to the duo. Benedict stands quickly, so that he may offer his assistance, Penelope doesn't miss the slight grimace as he stands, and cannot help but smirk at him. Benedict winks at her, but is suddenly very grateful for all the layers in which he is adorned in. Penelope takes his hand, as she ever so gracefully stands from her spot on the picnic blanket, glancing down at their completely forgotten lunch.

Penelope turns to her stand-in lady's maid, Anna, and smiles shyly at her, "Shall we head off then?" she inquires lightly. Anna coughs awkwardly, with a flushed face, before pointing, "Your hair, my lady?" she offers, "It might need some light fixing before we head back to the palace."

Penelope blushes a deep shade of red, before turning around and whacking Benedict on the arm, "You messed it up! You fix it!" She says with faux rage. Benedict laughs loudly before beginning to fix her hair, "I'm sorry, love!"

Anna steps forward, "I can do that, Mr. Bridgerton!" she offers. Benedict shakes his head at her with a smile, "Nonsense, I have four sisters. I've got this." Penelope smiles appreciatingly at Anna, relaxing into Benedict's hold as he cards his fingers through her, untangling the mess of curls. He fixes one last pinned curl, before dropping his hands, "There you are, my lady," He whispers as he drops a soft kiss to the skin exposed at the nape of her neck, marveling at the sight of goosebumps that overtake her skin just by the slightest of touches.

Penelope's stills before whipping around to face Benedict with a flushed face and eyes beginning to bloom with desire once more. She takes in the sly smirk on his face, narrow her eyes in disapproval she whacks him on the arm for the umpteenth time that afternoon, "Thank you, Ben!" she says with a roll of her eyes. Benedict chuckles loudly, throwing his head back, "Oh Pen! You are too easy to jest with." Penelope rolls her eyes once more, smiling this time, "Just wait, Ben. I'll get you back one way or another." She smirks at him, before taking his arm, "Shall we?" She asks Anna this time, with her lady's maid approval of her appearance, they begin to make their way back to the main house.

The all-familiar palace carriage is waiting for her at once. Penelope quickly says goodbye to the various Bridgerton family members that are lingering about, before heading out to the carriage. Benedict and Anthony follow them out, Anthony watches the duo interact with narrowed eyes.

Benedict helps Penelope step into the carriage, her small and delicate hand in his. He presses his lips into the soft skin once more, "I will see you soon, love." He whispers softly, before stepping back and watching the carriage depart, heading for the palace. Benedict watches until the carriage is too far to make out in the crowded streets.

Anthony clears his throat, his disapproving and fatherly frown evident, as Benedict turns round and meets his gaze, "A miracle it will be if her honour is still intact by your wedding day, brother." Anthony says as he gestures to Benedict's disheveled state. Benedict attempts to smooth his hair and shirt out, before rolling his eyes, "And you have room to talk, Ant?" he responds with a smirk, before shuffling past his brother.

Later that week, the three Featherington daughters are breaking their fast, when her Majesty walks through the door, with Brimsley following behind her holding an assortment of papers. "Miss. Prudence!" Queen Charlotte addresses with a smile. Prudence stills for a moment "Yes, your Majesty," she says as she turns to face Queen Charlotte, with a small but polite smile on her face.

"It is the season of wedding bells for you three ladies!" Queen Charlotte says with a wink, before continuing, "I have a list of potential suitors for you, dear! With your approval, I would like to host them here for you to get to know any of which that catch your eye." She states with a smile, before gesturing to Brimsely to set the papers between the young ladies.

With that, the women spend their time chatting and giggling over the various men Queen Charlotte has hand picked for Prudence. Penelope cannot help but sigh in relief, knowing that her sister's will be taken care of, and she wonders how on earth she will ever be able to repay or even express her gratitude for Queen Charlotte.

A few hours later, the three women have transitioned into the drawing room. Prudence has made a definitive list of her own, and the Queen informs them she will have word sent out to the potential suitors. Penelope finds a cozy spot to lounge in while she reads her latest book, listening to the soft chatter amongst Philippa and Prudence. Anna, Penelope's lady's maid, appears in the doorway reminding Penelope of her scheduled promenade in the park with Benedict. Penelope bids her sisters goodbye, as she rushes up the stairs to make herself presentable.

Benedict and Penelope walk arm in arm, with the majority of the Bridgerton Bunch following behind them at a generous distance, allowing the young couple to have time to themselves. The air is marginally warmer than earlier this season, as expected since soon the summer heat will set in, and most families will return to their summer homes. The trees have lost most of their spring blooms, and the green leaves of summer gradually begin to overtake them.

"Are you excited for your sister's wedding?" Benedict asks with a smile, knowing exactly how much it has been a pain for Penelope to wedding plan with Philippa, who as it turns out is quite picky when planning events. "I am overjoyed that all the planning is over with!" Penelope says with a laugh, followed by a dramatic sigh. Benedict laughs at her, "Are you sure you are going to be up for planning ours, dear?" he says with a voice full of jest. Penelope rolls her eyes with a laugh, "Of course I am going to be up for planning ours, Ben! I, unlike my sister, am a simple woman. It will be a piece of cake," Penelope says full of confidence. Benedict hums in amusement, causing Penelope to stop, taking a step away to face him directly, her eyes slant in suspicion at him, "Are you doubting me, Mr. Bridgerton?" she asks. Benedict grins at her, "Not doubting you, at all, Miss. Featherington. Just cautioning you. From my experience wedding planning is no easy feat," he says with a light shrug, shoving his hands in his pockets. Penelope crosses her arms over her chest, "Oh and you are the master of wedding planning?" She says with a huff before dropping her arms, "And what experience do you even have, Ben?"

"Oh, we are back to Ben, now?" He says with a playful smile. "Well, Pen," he annunciates her name playfully, "I have had the pleasure of enduring such festivities with not only my sister, but also sister-in-law," He gestures to Kate with a wave and a smile. Penelope's put-on anger fades almost entirely at his response, as she takes in the grin on his face, she rolls her eyes at him. He places a chaste kiss on her cheek, and loops their arms back together, continuing their light promenade. "You love taking the piss, don't you, Mr. Bridgerton?" She whispers lowly, Benedict chuckles, "That," he agrees with a nod, "And the fact that I'm older than you, dear." He says with a grin, knowing it will push Penelope's buttons once more. Benedict gladly accepts the whack on his arm, and the duo dissolve into a fit of laughter.

Penelope is once again at the Bridgerton family's home, this time spending her late afternoon time with Eloise, as Benedict had to visit the Art Academy for some reason or another, Penelope is not quite sure. Eloise and Penelope are lounging about the drawing room, quietly enjoying their time together. Penelope has her nose in another novel, whereas Eloise is reading a radical essay on feminism, that Penelope has no idea how she even got her hands on.

Penelope closes her book, silently sitting up in her seat. "El?" she says with a reserved voice, watching as Eloise hums, not turning away from the papers in her lap. Penelope sighs, choosing to continue, knowing the words that are about to leave her mouth will no doubt gather Eloise's attention, "I am retiring Lady Whistledown." Penelope states plainly.

When the words hit Eloise's ears, Penelope watches as Eloise drops the papers in her hand, they flutter to the floor, as she shouts, "What?!" Eloise, now pacing, "What do you mean? You're done with Whistledown?" Penelope shrugs, "I'm planning to write one last publication, but after that… well, Lady Whistledown will be no more." Eloise stops gazing at her best friend, "Why?" Penelope stands, "Well besides the fact that everyone has been enlightened on the fact that I am Lady Whistledown… I also feel like I have outgrown it to be fair. I am to be a married woman… I would like to be known for more than a gossip column, El!" Penelope states confidently. Eloise frowns, "You are denouncing an entire masterpiece… because you are getting married?" Eloise restates.

Penelope rolls her eyes in annoyance, "You have completely missed the point…" Eloise shakes her head, "Did Ben put you up to this? How could he force you to stop publishing when he's an artist himself! When he gets back, I'll give him a piece of my mind, Pen!" Penelope sighs, taking Eloise's hands in hers, "Benedict is not making me give up anything, El!" She says with a laugh, "Do you think I'd willingly marry a man who thought he could ever dictate my decisions in such a way?" she asks with a shake of her head.

"I want to be known for more than a gossip rag, Eloise. And when I am married that will open so many doors, publishing is much easier as a married woman, pseudonym or not. I want to publish meaningful essays that could possibly elicit change in the world as well as captivating stories that transport readers into other worlds." Penelope says her voice full of passion, as they both settle back onto the settee. Eloise sighs, "You can still do that unmarried, might I remind you." Penelope stares at her with a delicate look in her eyes, "It is dangerous, Eloise. Look at the mess I have created all on my own." Penelope gazes at the feminist papers, "And wherever you are getting those," she pauses gesturing to the essay Eloise was reading moments ago, "Promise me, you will do everything you can to stay safe." Eloise stills for a moment, knowing she's been caught, before linking their pinkies together, "I promise, Pen." she says in a soft voice.

A silence falls between them, the two girls humming in content, before Penelope breaks the stillness of the room, "You know I actually want to get married, right?" Penelope asks aloud. Eloise turns to her, and hums, "Yeah, of course, Pen," her tone hinting the exact opposite. "Truly, Eloise. I mean this with my entire heart, when I say that one of my greatest wishes in this life is to experience a life filled with nothing but love between my husband and I, in a way that I will know without a doubt that the man I marry, and the future father of my children, loves me in such an all consuming way that he feels it in his bones." Penelope proclaims with a smile. Eloise stares back at her in astonishment, before sending her friend a genuine smile, "Who knew you were such a romantic, Pen?" she teases slightly, enjoying the way Penelope rolls her eyes and scoffs loudly. Penelope stares at her friend, "You could experience that too, El," she says in a gentle voice. Eloise shrugs, "I do not think marriage is for me. I will be the surly, old spinster you and Benedict are stuck with until the end of my days." She says playfully. "Don't be daft, Eloise. You will make a great aunt El to the many children Benedict and I have." Penelope says with a smirk, watching Eloise grimace and gag slightly.

Heavier footsteps approach, and Penelope jumps at the sound making her way to the door, just as Benedict arrives in. "Ben!" Penelope shouts, as she all but jumps into his arms. Benedict doesn't miss a beat, as he wraps his arms tightly around the woman.

Eloise watches in shock, "I'm sorry, but did you just recognize Benedict by the sound of his footsteps?" She asks completely flabbergasted, Penelope laughs snuggling deeper into Benedict's embrace. Benedict rests his chin on top of her head, meeting his sister's gaze with a laugh before saying, "It's true love, Eloise. What do you expect?" Eloise shakes her head, "It's absolutely disgusting is what it is!"

Anthony Bridgerton soon appears in the doorway as well, "What is disgusting, sister?" He asks, but then spares a glance at Benedict and Penelope, who are now swaying slightly as they hug one another, "Oh that," he says with a grimace as well, "That's not even the worst of it."

"This." Eloise gestures wildly at them, "Gets worse?" she asks rhetorically, with her face scrunched in disgust. Benedict pauses lifting his head from Penelope's forehead, "Much worse," he says with a smirk. Penelope covers her cheeks, as she blushes bright red, "Benedict!" she hollers, completely unladylike, but unabashedly. Eloise hollers in distaste before exiting the room hurriedly. Anthony chuckles lightly, "The lady of the house," he says referencing Kate, "would like me to inform you afternoon tea will be ready soon." Benedict and Penelope nod in confirmation, Anthony rolls his eyes at the duo before him, "You have ten minutes. Why don't you two get this out of your system, so your lovesick presence doesn't make anyone else as sick as Eloise currently is."

Benedict joyfully pats his brother on the arm, "Thanks, Ant!" before all but dragging Penelope down the hall. Anthony hears Penelope giggle and cannot help but grimace slightly at the lovesick couple as well.

It takes Benedict all but a minute to find a well secluded spot in the Bridgerton estate. He presses Penelope firmly up against the wall, as his lips devours her entirely. The two quickly become a moaning mess. "I've missed you so much, Benedict." Penelope says in between kisses, "It's only been a few days." She pauses, moaning slightly, "How on earth are we going to make it to the wedding?"

Benedict's lips move to her neck, causing a stream of moans to leave Penelope's mouth, Benedict sees white for a moment at the angelic sound coming from his bride-to-be. "Focus on that later, Penny," he says as the palm of his hand grinds into her pubic mound, Penelope throws her head back in ecstasy, she crashes her lips into his once more. Benedict's tongue enters her mouth, and Penelope decides to thrust her hips into his, causing Benedict to groan into her mouth. His hands caress her hips, as they grind into one another. Penelope moves speeds up, chasing her high all the way, moaning loudly for a second before Benedict covers her mouth with her hand, watching as Penelope reaches climax before him.

Benedict matches her speed, the barrier between his desire and the clothes he's wearing making it difficult to reach the same high in such a short time. Anthony's voice echoes down the hall from a safe distance, "I'll go find them, mother. I'm sure they're taking a quick stroll in the garden." His footsteps fall in the opposite direction. Penelope stills her movements, causing Benedict to groan in despair, "Wait, Pen. I'm almost there." His voice desperate, to reach the other side with Penelope.

Penelope steps away with a smirk, her cheeks flushed, the desire in her eyes satiated from her post climax glow. "My apologies, Mr. Bridgerton. I believe I am being requested for tea." Benedict groans loudly, resting his head on the wall. "Pen, you can't leave me like this." He says in desperation, turning to lean with his back against the wall, Penelope pouts with a fake empathy, as she palms the outline of his desire. Benedict shudders lightly, Penelope smirks wildly as she pulls away completely, "I told you I would get you back, Benedict." Penelope begins making her way down the hall, eyes wide in shock, Benedict watches her float as if she were a goddess. "Maybe we should move the wedding date?" Benedict shouts, his separation seeping into the very words, he smiles at the sound of Penelope's melodic laughter reaching his ears.

Penelope joins the rest of the Bridgerton family for afternoon tea, in the quaint and cozy space of their more relaxed dining room. Ignoring the knowing looks from Kate and Violet, as she settles into one of the last two open seats. Eloise, sitting across from her, looks up confused slightly, "Where's Benedict?" she asks with a tilt.

Penelope fights with all her mind and body to keep the blush at bay, she replies in a calm and collected voice, "Benedict will join us in a moment," she assures her friend. Anthony's gaze surveys the room as he is taking a sip of his tea, his eyes land on Penelope's disheveled form, and he chokes slightly. Kate pats him on the back, as he coughs loudly, before muttering to his wife, "Those two are going to be the death of me." Kate laughs quietly, shaking her head.

Queen Charlotte will admit that taking on the other two Featherington daughters was not the most ideal decision, but in order to secure Penelope's bright and wonderous future it was a must. It is late morning when potential suitors for Miss. Prudence Featherington begin to show.

Just two weeks before Philippa's union with Albion Finch, Queen Charlotte is trying her absolute best to secure at least a couple of reasonable matches for the Featherington girl. She watches with a slight arch in her brow as the fine young gentlemen formally pay their respects to her. Nodding to the few she approves of Queen Charlotte watching as Prudence takes her own note diligently of her selection. Queen Charlotte commends the other two Featherington daughters for the ability to promptly develop some wit and wisdom to their previously dim personality. If she is being truthful, her Majesty blames their overbearing and foolish mother. Prudence throws herself into husband hunting quite vigorously, understanding fully just what kind of privilege is being thrust her way ever so mercifully by the Queen herself. Penelope watches her older sister with a proud smile adorned across her face, her eyes find Queen Charlotte's, who nods at her with a smile as Penelope conveys her silent and meaningful blessings. After the umpteenth caller, Queen Charlotte takes her leave as the morning begins to wane, promising to return for afternoon tea.

Penelope and her sisters spend the entirety of their day socializing with the many potential suitors for Prudence. Philippa and Penelope take on the role of being slightly overbearing sisters, ensuring that any match Prudence takes a noticeable interest in, upholds the truest of intentions and displays the characteristics of a good husband. Although finding and securing a match for Prudence requires a certain hastiness, Penelope recognizes it is imperative that they find at the very least a suitable human being for her sister.

Once the final caller has said his farewell, the three sisters collapse on the settee with dramatic sighs, before bursting into a thousand giggles. Prudence and Philippa gossip quietly about each and every caller, while Penelope remains silent, sighing in content, her eyes closed as she rests her head against the soft cushion of the settee.

"Ladies, I take it you had a very eventful day?" The sound of Queen Charlotte's voice causes Penelope's eyes to open. It is the man standing next to Queen Charlotte herself, that has Penelope up and out of her seat in a matter of seconds. "Ben!" Penelope shouts with a wide smile, as she practically throws herself in his arms. Benedict wraps her up in a tight embrace, his voice rings out a soft "Hello, my darling," as he twirls her around. Queen Charlotte lips perk up into a grin at the sight of the lovesick couple before her, "Yes, well as you can see, Mr. Bridgerton will be joining us for tea this afternoon, ladies." She states with a chuckle, before beckoning them to the dining room.

Prudence and Philippa saunter off towards the formal dining room, arm in arm, no doubt giggling about the ever so handsome suitors. Benedict Bridgerton sighs in content, as Penelope lays her head on his chest. His arms still wrapped around her, snug and warm like a blanket. They remain there for what feels like eternity, but in all truthfulness is just a few moments before they make their way towards the Queen's formal dining area. Queen Charlotte watches as the duo floats into the room, almost as if a rose-coloured cloud of nothing but pure love carries them here and there, when the two are in each other's presence.

Benedict helps Penelope into her respective chair before taking the open seat across from her. His dark eyes find hers in the incandescent glow of the room, the light reflecting off her complexion making her effortlessly appear as the most sensual woman he has ever laid eyes on before in his entire life. Benedict understands Penelope is the extraordinary writer amongst them, with the ways in which she can string words together to create some of the most beautiful work he's read, but this woman makes him want to spend the rest of his life depicting her in every art of the world. Whether that be in prose, perhaps a sculpture, or another painting. Hell, Benedict realized, he would even take a stab at composing a symphony if it meant he could depict the beautiful way in which he perceives his soon bride to be.

Benedict fades into the conversation around him, as he is completely transfixed by Penelope Featherington herself, and he soon realises the meal has long since finished. Penelope's delicate hand reaches across the table, her touch electric as she caresses his knuckles softly. Penelope's doe eyes glance deeply into his owns a shy smile taking over her face, he smiles back as his own hand lays on top of hers.

"Perhaps, an evening promenade to wrap up the evening for you two?" Queen Charlotte's voice rings out, breaking through their own bubble, Penelope nods in agreement, before turning to Benedict a small quirk of her lips, as she glances at his lips.

Benedict stands quickly and makes his way around the table to help Penelope out of her chair. Penelope wonders if he can feel the electric energy running through her, as she grips her arm. Her lady's maid helps her into a shawl for the sake of not only warmth but also for propriety. Just as the two are about to head out the door, the sound of Queen Charlotte's footsteps stops the couple, "Before you head into the garden," she pauses her eyebrows raised as she gazes suspiciously at them, "I must remind you that nothing untoward or compromising is to happen between you two," She states with a firm voice, awaiting their reply. "Yes, your Majesty," they say in unison. Queen Charlotte surveys them for a minute longer, before nodding towards the lady's maid. With a quick turn the Queen of England herself makes her way of the foyer, with Brimsley following closely behind her.

Benedict and Penelope let out a breath of air, before glancing at each other with mischievous smiles and glints in their eyes. It does not take long for the duo to race off with one another, completely losing the lady's maid in the maze of the Queen's Garden. The sun has long since set, and Benedict leads Penelope down various paths, with one hand clasped tightly in Penelope's and the other leading the way with a small lantern. They settle into a bench nestled along a path filled with flowers upon flowers, interwoven with largely grown hedges surrounding them. The quaint secluded spot, soon filled with nothing but the heaviness of pure passion and love.

Benedict turns to Penelope, his hand reaching upwards to caress her cheek softly, his gaze tracing the constellation of the light and almost unnoticeable freckles dotting across her cheeks and nose. His other hand inching forward to tuck a loose curl behind her ear, before falling to rest at the nape of her neck. The sound of Penelope's sharp intake of breath reaches his ears causing his lips to quirk upward in a cheeky smirk. Dark eyes find her pale blue ones, his line of sight jumping from Penelope's gaze to her lips and back again. He watches as her irises begin to darken before him, Benedict's hand stills on her cheek as he leans in ever so slowly. Their lips just inches away from one another, the sound of their breathing turning heavier by the second, under the weight of lust and desire.

Penelope's lip quivers slightly, a slight hum coming from deep within her throat, as she whispers out, "Benedict," laced with a warning that even with such a sensual tone that Benedict heeds. His lips crash into hers, and at once the kiss begins quickly turning from light-hearted to passionate. Penelope's hands land on his neck and shoulder, practically pulling him into her. Benedict is entirely consumed by the feeling of Penelope's lips on his. He commits to memory the way his hand rests so well against her waist, the sound of her breath becoming heavy with every second, the sweet scent of Penelope herself, it's as if every sense of his being has been lit on fire. The fire building with every sound coming from Penelope, he thinks to himself, just how lucky he is that fate has led him down the path to the most beautiful women he's ever encountered in his entire life.

Rushed footsteps make their way towards the couple, causing them to pause, as an out of breath lady's maid finally reaches them. "There you are," the lady's maid says panting as she catches her breath, "I cannot believe you two," she says shaking her head with light laughter.

Penelope and Benedict stand quickly, straightening their appearance with a sheepish smile confessing their apologies almost in unison. The lady's maid grins at them, before straightening her own dress turning to them, "Perhaps its time we head back for the night?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.

Penelope stands facing the open window, watching as the sun begins to rise ever so slowly. Although it is almost summer, the mornings remain fairly chilled until the sun is high in the clear blue skies. This morning is different than others, as today marks the union of her sister, Prudence, and Mr. Albion Finch.

Even though it is not her own wedding day, Penelope cannot help but feel a part of her own girlhood come to an end. She stares out as the horizon as her mind creates its own imaginings of what life will entail her as she will soon step into her own life as woman this time, no longer a society debutante, or young lady, a full-fledged woman. Future lady of the home her and Benedict will share one day, a bride to be, a wife to a man she loves, and a mother to as many children as possible.

A knock at the door startles Penelope, and the youngest Featherington turns towards the door to her bedchamber. Phillipa's smiling bright as she enters the room, "Oh, Penny! I'm getting married today!" she gushes, her eyes watering slightly, before wrapping her sister in a hug.

Although the wedding ceremony between Albion Finch and Prudence Featherington was intended to be a rather small gathering than most royal weddings, the overly crowded cathedral implies otherwise. Penelope glances back at Prudence, who peers into the room as well before audibly gulping at the sight of so many townspeople before them. Penelope catches her eye, "Do not tell, Phillipa," they both say at the same time, causing the two sisters to pause and then laugh aloud.

"I thought it was supposed to be a quaint ceremony?" Prudence asks, as they make their way back to Phillipa's room. Penelope nodded in agreement, "I guess Queen Charlotte has a different perception regarding quaint weddings," she responds lowly. Prudence raises her eyebrows, "Well, if that's the case… I cannot even begin to imagine the number of people you and Benedict will have at yours!" The statement causes Penelope to stop in her tracks, "My goodness, Prudence! You're right." Penelope states horrified. Prudence laughs at her sister's astonishment.

The two sisters arrive at Philippa's bedchamber, knocking twice before entering, Penelope's gaze finds Phillipa's form first. Adorned in a soft white wedding gown that flatters her shape in ways Portia Featherington's gowns have never flattered any of her daughters, Phillipa's hair is pulled back in an up-do, with a jewel covered hair comb nestled in her bright red curls.

"You look absolutely stunning, sister." Penelope says with a breath, a bright smile taking over her face. The three sisters hugged each other tightly, giggling softly. Philippa turns to her sisters, "You two are next!"

"My oh my, Miss. Phillipa you look remarkable!" Queen Charlotte's voice rings out, and the three Featherington sisters turn towards the sound. "Thank you, your Majesty," Philippa curtseys in respect. "You two will look marvelous up there beside your sister," Queen Charlotte compliments Penelope and Prudence on the slightly muted yet flattering shade of green Philippa had chosen for their dresses.

Queen Charlotte spares a quick glance at Brimsley, who nods at her, before turning towards the three young woman, "I believe it is time," her voice soft as she smiles at them, "Phillipa, are you ready, my dear?" Phillipa glances at herself in the mirror once more, smooths down her gown, before taking a deep breath, "I'm ready your Majesty."

Benedict is nestled in between his mother, Violet, who takes in the décor of the room with a smile, and his brother, who chats away with his adored wife, Kate. Benedict watches his brother whisper something in Kate's ear that causes her to flush red in one second and laugh loudly the next. Benedict grimaces slightly at the sight of them, before glancing backwards towards the cathedral doors similar to that of a hawk, just waiting to catch a glance of his beloved. Kate catches the look of disgust on his face, "Benedict, I know you are not making that face at us, when you and Penelope are much worse than Anthony and I's banter," Kate says with an eyeroll, but the smile that takes over her face lets him know she's just teasing him. Anthony scoffs loudly, "You and Penelope are the definition of lovesick, brother. I hate to break it to you," he says as he smirks at him. Benedict rolls his eyes at Anthony's remark, "Well, brother, I hate to inform you that-" Benedict's words die off at the sound of the doors opening, and out walks Prudence followed by his one and only Penelope Featherington.

It's as if a goddess draped in a gorgeous shade of jade floats down the aisle before him, and Benedict can feel his heart stop at the sight. Mr. Benedict Bridgerton is so completely and irrevocably transfixed by her beauty, he cannot help but feel that all familiar sting behind his eyes as he thanks God above for bringing the woman before him into his life. It is in this exact moment he realises how truly lost he would be without this woman by his side, and he will be spending the rest of his days expressing his love to her in every which way possible. Benedict watches as Penelope searches amongst the crowd, and he can feel his brother shift beside him, Kate's voice drifts between them, "My goodness she looks absolutely stunning in that color." A smile graces Benedict's lips at the remark, but his eyes never stray from his own bride to be. Anthony watches his brother with slight trepidation, "Are you positive I do not need to arrange a special license?" Benedict rolls his eyes lightly shaking his head, and Kate snorts an almost silent laugh, "Leave him alone, Anthony." The sound of Anthony and Kate's back and forth fades into the background, as Penelope's eyes finally meet Benedicts.

Penelope piercing blue eyes glance along the pews, searching for an all too familiar brunette in the crowd of established English families of high society and even a few foreign diplomats that made an appearance for a wedding hosted by the Queen of England. A bright smile upon her face never wavering even as she takes in the surprised expressions of the guests. In all truthfulness Penelope understands how different she may appear now that she is no longer under the thumb of her disparaging mother, but at times the frustration she feels outweighs the understanding at how simple it is for the people of the Ton to tolerate her presence in ways that remained previously unimaginable to her before now.

Despite her feelings, Penelope floats down the aisle with the grace of a royal princess, glancing amongst the crowd for her beloved. After searching and searching for her own husband to be, Penelope's opal eyes finally find the man of her heart and every desire. The man that she hoped and prayed for what felt like an eternity, a man who remains handsome as ever, but is so overwhelmingly filled with adoration and joy for her, dissolving any doubt she's ever had about herself and the place she has in this world. A man who cherishes her mind, body, and soul. Benedict Bridgerton, the man who has shown her more love and affection for her than perhaps any person in her family. Her own eyes begin to feel that all familiar sting, as she realizes she has met the one man who will stand by her side for the rest of their lives, her lip quivers as her head tilts slightly, holding his gaze.

Benedict's eyes reflect her own silent and incandescent declaration of love, she melts under his gaze and the warmth of his smile. Penelope is slowly approaching his pew, her eyes never straying away, and her grin only grows brighter when Benedict mouths the words, "Beautiful." Her heart speeds up and her cheeks flush, as she fights every fiber of her entire being from embracing the man she loves.

Upon reaching the altar, Penelope takes her place beside her sister Prudence, Benedict's eyes never drift. Penelope nervously fiddles with her dress, before looking up and into the eyes of Mr. Benedict Bridgerton once more. Captivated by the look of complete adoration in his eye, Penelope feels as if her heart might explode right out of her chest, because his look encompasses her own feelings. Benedict's lips are slightly quirked into a smile, but it is his eyes that depict every single emotion he's ever felt for the woman before him.

Before the couple even notices, the string instruments change tunes, and the notes of the bridal entrance begin to fill the room. Penelope and Benedict break away from their entrancement, and turn to face the aisle, awaiting Philippa's entrance. Philippa glides down the aisle, and Penelope cannot help but smile in joy at her sister, through everything Penelope truly is happy that both her sisters get the chance at their own happy ending.

The sound of quiet sniffles reaches Penelope's ears, causing her to peak over at Albion Finch, who is crying quite noticeably, as he wipes tears away with his handkerchief. Penelope glances back down the aisle, and finds her sister is failing to hold back tears as well. Philippa reaches the altar and steps up, with the help of Mr. Finch, who then holds out his own handkerchief to wipe his bride-to-be's tears away. Philippa's grin lights up across her entire face, as she joins hands with Albion, and as the crowd begins to settle and the room goes quiet the ceremony begins.

Penelope can feel her eyes begin to water slightly, as the priest begins the ceremony with the words of her sister's union floating through the air, as she knows in such a short amount of time it will be her and Benedict standing before the Ton and the priest announcing their own union. A union she could have never dreamed of, yet as each day passes her, and her beloved are one step closer.

Benedict's eyes remain on Penelope throughout the ceremony, and he can feel his own eyes begin to sting and his throat tighten, as his emotions pour into him at a steadfast flow. Penelope's astonishing blue eyes find Benedict's, and he sees the unshed tears in her own, and in that moment, he knows their feelings are in unison with one another, as if their souls were intertwined together by fate herself. Benedict feels a tear leave the corner of his left eye, just as one makes it way down Penelope's, "My beautiful, Pen," Benedict mouths to her. Penelope sends a teary-eyed smile at him, as her cheeks darken, "Forever yours," he mouths to her once more, resting his hand on his heart. Another tear streams down her face, her chin dips towards him with a gaze that holds nothing but pure love and adoration for the man before him, before turning to face her sister once more.

"My goodness, Benedict," Kate's voice drifts out, in a quiet whisper, "You're going to have that girl sobbing up on the altar at her own sister's wedding if you do not quit," she states with an arched eyebrow, but a smirk. The sound of sniffles reaches both their ears, and Benedict turns to gaze at his mother, who is gazing merrily at his future sister-in-law's union. Turning back towards Kate, his eyes then fall on Anthony, who is wiping a few tears of his own. "Brother, are you crying?" Benedict asks incredulously, before quietly snickering, Kate shushes him as Anthony turns towards his brother, "I hate to admit that I am a romantic at heart, Ben," he states, Kate squeezes his hand, letting a soft 'aww!'. Anthony glances at his own mother as he says, "I blame mother for that," which causes Violet Bridgerton to scoff quietly, as she rolls her eyes. Benedict chuckles quietly to himself, shaking his head as he tunes back into the ceremony.

Benedict throws back the rest of his glass of champagne, before enthusiastically locating his own bride to be. The joyous union between Penelope's sister, Philippa, and Albion Finch, brought forth such emotion for the couple, knowing that soon their own wedding day would be upon them. Benedict looks forward to the day Penelope will forever be by his side, that he aches just think about it in passing. An ache that cuts him to his core, as the desire to just hold her and be her presence consumes him entirely.

Locating his fiancé proved to be a very simple task, as Penelope resides with his dearest sister Daphne, and her husband, Simon. Penelope and Daphne are speaking animatedly, while Simon watches his wife and the mother of his children with such fondness. The Duchess smiles brightly at Penelope, as she extends an invitation for tea with Penelope later this coming week. "Yes, well," Daphne lips quirk into a small smirk, as she takes a sip of her lemonade, "We have much to discuss as a married woman myself, and you, a soon-to-be married woman!" she laughs softly, with Penelope joining in. Daphne shakes her head, "Really, it will be quite nice for us ladies to- " Daphne pauses as her eyes catch sight of a steadily approaching Benedict Bridgerton.

Benedict floats over, placing his hand on the small of Penelope's back. His eyes darken at the slight shiver that washes over Penelope at his touch. He smiles down at her, as she turns to look up at him. "Pardon my interruption, Daph, Simon. Come dance with me, my darling!" Benedict calls out, before all but whisking her away from her conversation with the Duke and Duchess of Hastings, "Apologies, sister!" He calls out once more with a laugh; Penelope profusely apologizes while being led to the dance floor with Benedict, the man dipping and twirling to the beat the entire way.

Penelope pushes him away softly, her cheeks rosy and flushed from the copious amount of sparkling wine she's enjoyed throughout the wedding festivities. Taking their respective places on the dance floor, the couple sets off, as directed by the light strings of the music filling the room.

The ever-golden aura reflecting off the twinkling chandeliers and the decorative stained-glass windows of the palace. The people of the Ton watch on in fascination once again, forever beguiled by the mystical couple before them. Penelope's heart beats faster, just thinking of the fact that soon it will be her and Benedict's union being celebrated. Although she wishes it was sooner, rather than being planned for the autumn season, Penelope understands that she and Benedict deserve to experience the courting and betrothal course without it being tainted by the tumultuous actions of her mother.

Losing herself in the music and the feeling of being held by the one she loves mostly; Penelope lets Benedict glide them across the dance floor. Without a care in the world, it's almost as if every fear or worry has been lifted off her shoulders. She is not dimwitted woman; Penelope knows that even with her mother gone her life with not be entirely made of magical gardens and happiness. Life will continue to through obstacles her way, but as she gazes lovingly at her husband-to-be, she knows with every bone in her body that she has chosen a man that is going to stick by her through every challenge thrown their way.

The entire day Penelope has found herself overcome with emotion, and once more Penelope feels her eyes begin to water at not only her own devotion to Benedict Bridgerton, but also the man's very own reciprocated devotion for her. She smiles brightly at him, once their dance comes to an end, and to damn with societal expectations and propriety, she captures his lips is chaste but passion-filled kiss before stepping away. "You are my heart, Benedict Bridgerton," She whispers quietly, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Benedict smiles just as warmly, he nuzzles his nose with hers his heart racing at the giggles that leave her mouth. "And you are mine, as well, Penny," he whispers back, his voice breathy as he sighs in the content feeling of the love of his life in his arms.