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by kibass91

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22. Rooted in Friendship

Summary:

Anthony Bridgerton did what any other family of means would have done when Penelope Feathering lost her father and the unfortunate circumstances that came with it. He offered to sponsor Penelope for two seasons if Portia agreed she could stay with the Bridgertons. He hadn't expected how easily she would embrace the Bridgertons, or how quickly she would blossom from the wallflower she once was. Penelope Featherington was one of a kind. He wasn't sure when she stopped being Penelope Featherington, best friend to his sister, and became somethign more. He wasn't sure if he could fight the attraction that had taken root in his heart.

My Dearest Gentlereaders,

The season of the Ton is upon us. After the successful marriage of the Duke of Hastings to the Diamond herself, Daphne Bridgerton, one would wonder what is in store for us now. Will we follow the same patterns of yesteryear? Or perhaps, and in this author's opinion what should be done, is to pursue a true love match. Be it with Cressida Cowper and her raised-nosed countenance, or the truest of wallflowers, Penelope Featherington. To have uttered those two names in the same sentence was distasteful, I had to rush for a tea service to relieve myself of that pain. Which in no part was due to Miss Featherington.

I do believe if anyone would truly challenge the Mamas of the Ton, they may find a true love match. Is it not what we all wish for? A lifetime of love and happiness? It is no secret that I am a romantic at heart. I do hope to see a true love match this season.

Until next time dear readers,

Lady Whistledown

Anthony sat at the head of the breakfast table, quietly reading the latest Whistledown column before the rest of his siblings staggered in to break their fast. It wasn't a habit he wanted to be known to the rest of the Bridgertons, but there was something familiar about Lady Whistledown, ever since the first article that he could not place. He folded the pages and set them in the middle of the table, for Eloise no doubt, to grab for once they realized it had arrived earlier.

"Good morning, Anthony." Violet smiled at him as she walked into the room. Before she had even made it to her seat, hot tea was placed next to her customary seat. Anthony reached over to serve her favored toast with marmalade along with ham. She was cutting her ham into bite-sized pieces when she spotted the Whistledown column.

"This is early." She wasted little time dabbing her lips with a napkin and grabbing it before her children could.

"Not only in the season, but in the day." Anthony agreed. "For once she has something kind to say about Miss Featherington."

Violet looked up shocked. "Penelope?"

"The only Featherington that matters in this house." Anthony sent his mother a grim smile.

Violet set the paper down and reached out to take her son's hand.

"I will have you know, your father would be beyond proud of the man you have become. For you to so willingly open our home to another in their time of need. There are not many who would find it in their hearts to do so."

"Penelope is family, mother. It is not her fault that the Featheringtons circumstances had changed so drastically and quickly. I do believe if I had not approached Portia Featherington about sponsoring Penelope for the next few seasons, Eloise would have found a way to murder me in my sleep. And we both know Benedict would not be able to handle the responsibilities of a Viscount."

Violet smothered a laugh behind her napkin.

"I do believe you are quite right in that assessment, my dear."

"Quite right in what assessment?" Eloise said as she shoved at a still sleep-addled Benedict.

"That you would have found a way to dispatch me if I had not reached out to ensure Penelope could continue her search for a husband," Anthony answered with a smile.

Benedict perked up at the mention of Penelope. He took a look around the room. "Speaking of the wonderful Miss Featherington, where is she?"

"Hyacinth demanded Penelope help her select her next book to read before breakfast. Last I heard they were in the library." Collin answered as he strolled in with Gregory and Francesca following behind him.

Eloise perked up seeing what her mother had beside her plate. She darted in and grabbed it.

"Oh," Eloise pressed a hand to her mouth, "Lady Whistledown was quite nice to Penelope."

"Your brother mentioned the same thing." Violet grabbed the paper from Eloise. "I had not been able to read it as you have taken it from me."

It took only a moment before Violet smiled. "Perhaps now that Lady Whistledown has said it, Penelope may indeed find her match this season."

"Pass it here." Benedict held his hand out and scanned the article. He cackled at the comment on Cressida Cowper. "And perhaps Miss Cowper will be knocked back down from the clouds she believes she resides in above us all."

Eloise, Collin, and Anthony all snickered at his comment. Violet's look of outrage sent Benedict into peals of laughter.

"I do hope we are not too late to join you all for breakfast?" Penelope said as she and Hyacinth stepped into the room and took the last unoccupied seats. Penelope sat next to Anthony and Hyacinth in the seat beside her.

"Never. There is always time for breakfast no matter how late." Anthony smiled at her softly.

"Or in Collin's case, second breakfast, second tea, second dinner." Eloise started listing off much to the delight of her brothers.

While the table devolved into early morning chatter over the newest Whistledown column and all they had planned for the upcoming days, Anthony focused on Penelope as she chatted quietly with Hyacinth. There were little things she would say. She never outright stated there was abuse in the Featherington household, and he knew Penelope never would admit to it to him. He felt there was a reason she had become such a wallflower. It was as if she felt safer out of sight and out of mind.

Which made no sense in Anthony's mind. Penelope was far more than a wallflower. While the dresses her mother had dressed, her and her sisters in were unfortunate, Penelope was quite beautiful. Like this morning, even in her muted sage green day dress and her tresses done in a braid and pinned to sit over her shoulder, she stood out. If he was honest, she had always stood out to him.

She tilted her head to listen intently to Hyacinth as she elaborated on the adventures in the latest novel she read. Her smile, although it could be sweet, Anthony could recall many times it was quite wicked. While his sisters may have been slightly clueless at some of the innuendos Benedict liked to weave into conversation, Penelope was not.

Penelope's intelligence by far surpassed many of the men of Mayfair. He was not sure why she hid that about herself. It would be an asset in the marriage mart. She would run a household, twice the size of the Bridgerton's, with ease. She managed the younger two Bridgerton's willingly and well. She was kind to them, even when Anthony could tell she was ready to find a place to settle and read in quiet.

It had barely been a week and she had integrated into the family. Everyone enjoyed her presence here. He knew he had. She offered a balance to the cacophony of his family. He found it easy to spend the evenings reading in the same room as she and Eloise. Both she and Eloise would keep their voices soft when they were discussing what they had read or whatever trouble they would no doubt find themselves in.

Benedict, well, the man was a horrible flirt. He made it his mission to see how much he could get away with before she playfully hit him with the back of her book. He rather enjoyed seeing her flush from the attention.

His mother had taken her to the modiste for a new wardrobe, as they promised Portia Featherington, for the new season. He was particularly interested in the decisions they had made. If she were dressed to the fashion of the day, that may open her prospects in the marriage mart.

More so than the latest Whistledown column had.

Lady Whistledown brought Penelope to the front of everyone's minds, and in a week, society would see the new and improved Penelope Featherington. Which meant, a lot more work on Anthony's plate. He'd not only be searching for eligible matches for Eloise, but he wanted to find a very similar match for Penelope.

"Whatever are you thinking so deeply about, dear?" Violet interrupted Anthony's thoughts.

Anthony looked up and noticed everyone in the room was focused on him. There had been an entire conversation that he had missed completely while he was thinking of Penelope Featherington. He was about to answer when he felt a hand rest on his knee under the table. There was a soft brush of a thumb on the inside of his knee. As if to comfort him. Anthony tried not to be obvious that he was looking at Penelope, but sadly he was not successful.

"Oh ho, dear brother." Benedict grinned and nudged his shoulder against Collin's playfully. "It seems the delightful, Miss Featherington has enchanted our eldest brother. Her wily charms have brought the Viscount down in mere days. This was wholly unexpected."

Penelope's cheeks flushed. That lovely shade of pink spread down along her neck and dusted the top of her chest.

"Doesn't seem that she minds." Collin snorted.

"Collin! Benedict! Both of you stop this at once. Your brother obviously was lost in thought about something. He has many responsibilities as a Viscount. You both know this." Violent covered her mouth with a hand.

"Yes mother," Benedict nodded solemnly. "Penelope."

The entire table erupted in laughter, save the two in question.

Anthony leaned over to speak softly in Penelope's ear. He set his hand on top of hers under the table. "It was Lady Whistledown's column this morning. It got me thinking about the first ball of the season. You and Eloise on a normal day are a handful, but working to find you both marriage matches, along with myself? It appears it may be a busy season indeed."

"You do not have to worry yourself about finding a match. I will try harder to stray from my usual spots and look as well. I want to be sure to cause the least amount of trouble possible. Your family's kindness, I do not know how I shall repay you for this."

Anthony threaded their fingers together and squeezed her hand. "There is nothing that I would expect in return. You are always welcome here and we are glad to have you."

Penelope smiled at him before tugging her hand free.

"I was thinking about the upcoming ball, and how I was going to convince Eloise to dance with at least one eligible man."

Eloise scoffed at the statement. "As if any of the men here can have an intelligent conversation with me. If it isn't about how lovely a shade of blue my dress is, or that the weather was beautiful, it's not worth a conversation with them. Can one of them just ask what I am interested in? It can't be that difficult of an ask. Is it?"

It quickly shifted subjects to Eloise and her bad luck at having to dance with the most obtuse men who always managed to leave her toes smarting by the end of the night. Anthony waited a few moments before he excused himself from the table. Penelope's eyes tracked his movement from the room.

Anthony had changed since last season. He filled out his clothes better. He must have been spending more time with outdoor endeavors. The power in his thighs. Penelope rubbed a hand over her lips absently.

"Alright my dears," Violent stood from the table, "We have plenty to do, and plenty to prepare for the upcoming ball. Lady Danbury surely has something exciting in store for us as usual."

Chapter 2

Summary:

Lady Danbury's ball has arrived!

Chapter Text

Dearest Readers,

Lady Danbury's ball is upon us. There have been whispers that something is in the air. The modiste has been busy, no doubt providing new attire for our debutantes, but there is something different. I do not think I have spied as much citrus yellow leaving the doors. Instead, beautiful jewels have been delivered to each of the ladies of the Ton. I shall think instead of the ladies vying for the attention of the most wished-for gentlemen, it shall be the other way around.

I reissue my challenge to all my readers. Dance with one partner who may make you happy. There are several dances of the night, are there not? Surely you can afford one dance for someone who makes your heart aflutter with excitement?

Until after the ball,

Lady Whistledown

"It appears Lady Whistledown had thrown down the gauntlet," Eloise smirked as she passed the paper over to Penelope as they settled at the breakfast table.

Penelope pretended to read the article and instead glanced up across the table to see Benedict and Colin sharing a paper as they read. Benedict's smile grew larger as he looked up and caught Penelope's eye.

"I see Lady Whistledown has become quite enamored with you, Pen."

"I doubt that," Penelope said. At Anthony's curious look, she passed her copy over to him. "It is an easy topic so early in the season."

"No," Benedict shook his head. "It does feel like there is something different this season. Even mother has noted it. I think we are all picking up on a change."

"Doubtful." Eloise broke into the conversation. "It will be the same as it is at every ball, dear brother."

"And how is that, Eloise?" Anthony questioned with a raised brow. "You would rather run and hide than attempt to meet a gentleman who may fit even your strict standards of a husband."

Eloise rolled her eyes before shifting to focusing on Penelope. "I should expect you to be excited, Pen. The first time you get to wear a dress that your mother has not designed for you."

"Oh, it is such a lovely dress as well," Violet added as she swept into the room. "You looked lovely at the modiste, I can only imagine how you will look tonight. Beautiful."

"Thank you, Lady Bridgerton." Penelope smiled.

"Oh, do give us an idea of what to expect," Benedict smirked. "At least a color so we Bridgerton men aren't taken completely by surprise. It wouldn't do to have my heart stop by the sight of you."

Penelope giggled, "I doubt you would need to worry about that. As it's Lady Danbury's ball, I decided to follow her example and wear what I most want to even if it is outside of the current style."

"Oh?" Violet's eyes light up. She knew the exact dress Penelope had selected. "I have the perfect necklace to pair with it."

"Oh, I couldn't." Penelope shook her head.

"You absolutely must, dear." Violet nodded her head.

"Is anyone going to let us in on the secret?" Colin asked.

"No," Violet shook her head. "I think this dress deserves to be a surprise. When you and Eloise begin getting ready, I shall send my lady's maid to deliver it to your room."

"You will be beautiful, no matter the color of your dress, Penelope," Anthony said softly as he set the Whistledown column on the table. "If you'll excuse me. There are a few things I need to tie up before this evening."

Penelope curled her fingers into the skirt of her dress. She willed her body not to betray her with a blush from Anthony's words. If Colin had said the same, it would not have affected her so. But for some reason, having Anthony being the one who said it, a flash of excitement traced down her spine.

"Well," Benedict said softly before shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth. He glanced over to Colin who had his arms folded over his chest and his brow was furrowed in deep thought.

"He's right, Pen," Eloise said. "You will look beautiful tonight, as you do any night. I fear you will have to fight the suitors off you."

"Maybe one." Penelope allowed. She didn't want to let herself get too lost in the fantasy of hope. No matter how she dressed, she was still a Featherington. Her father had died and nearly ruined her family in the process. It did not matter what kind of dress she wore, or how pretty sure made herself up for Lady Danbury's ball. She was still Penelope. Full of curves, sass, and her idea of what a lady could be capable of.

Finishing breakfast, she took to strolling the grounds. There was something beautiful about being here. The gardens were in full bloom and the fragrance took her to another place. She was able to let her mind wander. She settled on a bench and closed her eyes. She soaked in the midmorning warmth.

She wanted all the things the Bridgerton's had said earlier. If even only one gentleman asked her to dance, she wasn't entirely sure how she would react. There was a part of her that hoped this season would go like one of the romance stories she penned in private. A dashing gentleman to save her heroine. To show her that she wasn't all the things her mother had made her believe in herself.

"Miss Featherington," Anthony's voice broke through her thoughts. "I see you have found one of my favorite spots."

"Oh," Penelope made to stand up to give the bench to Anthony.

"There is room enough for the both of us," Anthony said on the opposite end. There was just enough space to be considered proper. "I hope you do not mind me joining you. You looked deep in thought."

"Oh, hardly. I was just thinking about tonight."

Anthony tilted his head, "are you nervous?"

"I know it is silly, but yes. I am quite a bit." Penelope admitted.

"What makes you nervous? You've been to plenty of balls. It can't be all the different."

"I worry that it will be like all the others," Penelope said softly. "I'll still be the same person that I was last season. Even with the new dress, without my mother hovering over my every move, I will still be what I have always been. A wallflower that has never been enough for anyone."

Anthony reached out to grasp her hand in his. Her eyes widened in shock at the move, but she didn't dare move.

"You have never been just a wallflower."

"I appreciate the sentiment. I do. But when you're the gentlemen, you don't see how damaging these balls can be on a young lady. We have to be beautiful, social, and everything for everyone. I must be social enough to forge bonds for potential friendships, but I must be attractive enough to garner the attention of the men. For men, you worry about the women. You are rarely in competition with other gentlemen. Your place is already planted in society. First son, second or third. You know your place. Women must fight for theirs. Every day."

Anthony's mouth dropped open a fraction, surprised at her candor. While Eloise had been eloquent in her disdain for the standards society placed on women, hearing it the way Penelope put it, made him understand how tiring it could truly be for a woman.

"I apologize." Penelope made to wipe at her eyes. She did not expect to get emotional as she explained herself, but she couldn't control the tears.

Anthony stopped her and reached up to wipe the tear that had shed during her speech. His thumb was warm against her skin and his hand had cupped her cheek. She closed her eyes and savored the touch.

"Oh Pen," Anthony whispered. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Pen shifted back, causing Anthony to drop his hand from her cheek. "I should go back inside. I'm sure Hyacinth would love to speak about what she has read so far and will be disappointed if I don't grant her a few minutes before the rush of this evening."

"I'm sure she will appreciate the attention, Pen." Anthony nodded and stood to offer her hand. It was wholly unnecessary, but she appreciated the gesture. She did her best not to turn and look back at him as she wanted.

If she had, she would have seen Anthony Bridgerton watching her progress. His eyes followed the sway of her hips and traced the curl of her hair as it dipped down her back. He would make sure Penelope enjoyed the first ball of the season.

Her dress was beautiful. There were no other words for it than that. Penelope smiled at her reflection as she took in the dark emerald dress. The style of the Ton leaned towards softer, brighter colors of spring and summer. Never this dark. Lady Danbury's signature colors were always jewel tones. Penelope felt this was the perfect time to debut the color. The bodice had been altered, outside of fashion standards, but it was flattering to her bust. It gathered just below the bust with a thick ribbon, showcasing that she did have a waist, hips that curved, and a figure that was elegant and feminine.

There was a soft knock at her door. Penelope had expected Lady Bridgerton's lady's maid but she was surprised to see Violet Bridgerton herself holding a thin box in her hands. She smiled brightly at Penelope.

"My dear," Violet pressed a hand to her lips, "you look stunning."

Penelope smiled at her, "Thank you. I feel … well for the first time I'm excited to appear at a ball."

"As you should be." Violet nodded before gesturing for Penelope to take a seat at the vanity. She opened the box and draped the necklace along Penelope's collarbones. It was a light-colored emerald teardrop. "This hasn't been worn in quite a while. There was never a dress that matched it until now."

Penelope touched it. "Thank you for allowing me the honor of wearing it."

"You are most welcome. I think it's time we head down to the carriages and Lady Danbury's."

Penelope followed behind Lady Bridgerton as they made their way down the stairs. She caught the jaw drop from Eloise as she stood waiting for them at the foot of the stairs.

"Oh, Pen. If you do find a suitor to dance with tonight, I surely will dance with you."

"Eloise!" Anthony scoffed as he stepped into the foyer. "You shouldn't say such a thing."

"Damn," Benedict swallowed, "If she wouldn't have said it, I would have."

"Wow, Pen." Colin breathed out.

His brother's reactions made Anthony turn to face the stairs. He took a sharp breath in. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but the Penelope that was headed in his direction was not it. She, there was no other way to put it than to say breath-taking. Her hair had been pinned back with diamond pins, but the rest of it fell along her shoulders in loose curls. There was a slow furl of ache and want in his chest to run his fingers through the red locks.

He focused on his boots, trying to regain his sense of composure. It had been so long since he had any kind of stirring like this by just looking at a woman.

"I will be requesting a dance, preferably the waltz." Benedict teased.

"I'm sure my dance card will be open for you to claim it." Penelope chuckled.

"I doubt that," Colin said soft enough that Penelope wouldn't hear the comment, but the rest of the Bridgerton's circled the door did hear it.

Eloise smacked Colin's shoulder before clearing her throat loudly. "Well, the carriages are here. I think we better be going before we're anything but fashionable late."

"Agreed." Anthony nodded. "We wouldn't want to disappoint Lady Danbury."

Penelope smiled as she followed the Bridgerton's out to the carriages. She watched as Anthony helped his mother and Eloise into the carriage. Benedict and Colin didn't wait as they got into the other carriage. Anthony turned towards Penelope offering her his hand to step up into the carriage.

As he took her hand, Anthony tugged lightly enough that she paused and met his eyes. They were focused entirely on her. "I would be remiss if I did not tell you this, Penelope. You look …"

Penelope felt her breath catch as Anthony struggled to find the right word quickly. She licked her lips and watched the way Anthony's eyes flicked down to track the movement before he met her gaze.

"Exquisite. You look exquisite."

"Thank you," Penelope breathed out.

Eloise leaned forward, "What is taking you so long, Penelope?"

"My apologies. I stepped on my dress and your brother was helping me make sure I didn't do any damage." Penelope smiled softly at Anthony before getting settled in the carriage next to Eloise. Violet sat across from the girls with a knowing look. Instead of facing her, Penelope focused out the window of the carriage. She did her best not to linger on the feelings Anthony's words and touch evoked from her.

Anthony stepped into the carriage and settled across from his brothers, ignoring the twin smirks.

"Brother dearest," Benedict started.

"Did you like Penelope's new dress?" Colin finished.

Anthony rolled his eyes, "You both did as well. She is truly thriving under our care. She seems happier."

Benedict sobered from his teasing. "It's only been a couple of weeks, but I agree. She almost seems like she's settled into herself now that she can breathe."

"It helps that her vile mother is hundreds of miles away." Colin pressed his lips together in anger. "She always tore the little bit of happiness Pen had into pieces."

"If Penelope's dance card is not full, make sure we dance with her."

"I always save a dance for, Pen." Colin blinked confused by his brother. "She loves to dance but doesn't get as many opportunities to."

"What brought this on, brother?" Benedict asked. His eyes slid over to Colin wondering if he had any idea. Colin gave a minuscule shrug. He was as lost as Benedict was.

"I spoke with her earlier. If we are to ensure she finds a match, one worthy of her, we need to make sure the rest of the Ton knows she is wonderful." Anthony explained.

"When did you possibly have time to speak with her?" Colin asked. "You spend your days hiding in your study, working. If you aren't working you are busy with Hyacinth, Gregory, or Mother."

"I needed a break and I found her in the gardens on a walk. She, well, has been put through a lot. Both by her family and the rest of society. She's convinced that she will never make a match, much less find a friend outside of Eloise." Anthony shook his head. "That is all I will speak of it."

"Damn them all," Benedict grumbled. He perked up after a few moments. "We, yes we, will make sure the rest of the Ton sees Penelope as we all see her."

"And how do you propose we do that, brother?" Anthony questioned.

"I have an idea." Benedict smiled to himself. "But yes, I agree with you. We should dance with her. The one time I did last season she was a lovely partner. It almost felt like floating on air."

Colin smiled, "she's always mentioned wishing to waltz."

"Then we shall make it happen." Anthony nodded before focusing out the window of the carriage.

"You shall make it happen," Benedict said. "If she waltzes with a Viscount, then she may gain the eye of many suitors."

As soon as they arrived outside of Lady Danbury's Benedict hopped out and darted off to the side. No one could see where or what he was doing. Anthony and Colin instead focused on helping the ladies from their carriage and along the walk inside.

One by one, they were introduced before entering. When it was Penelope's turn, she felt like every eye in the ballroom was on her. In fact, there may have been a few more than normal, but she slipped through the groups and followed her normal route to find her spot along the outside. She kept her ear open to the latest gossip as she watched potential suitors approach a lady and scribble their name on the dance card.

She wasn't sure why she felt like tonight was going to be any different than before, but there had been hope. And wasn't that the most dangerous feeling of all? Hope had always been painful to her.

"Penelope Featherington," Benedict breathed out next to her.

She startled and placed a hand on her chest. Benedict's eyes were automatically drawn to her bosom. "You startled me, Benedict."

"My apologies," Benedict smiled at her. He pulled his arm out from behind him. It had one bright white, fragrant rose. Still young, but charming. He reached out to place the stem behind her ear and adjusted it to stay in place. "I do hope this makes up for it."

Penelope's eyes darted around the ballroom. A few people had watched their interaction, but otherwise, no one noticed the pair of them in the corner.

Benedict further surprised Penelope as he reached for her dance card and wrote his name in for the first dance.

"You don't have to do that."

"I know," Benedict smiled down at her. "I want to."

"Thank you. For the flower and the dance."

"Well, if Lady Danbury asks why you are wearing one of her roses, it wasn't me."

"Benedict!" Penelope shook her head.

"Please go and find Mother. She was searching for both you and Eloise. Something about meeting someone or another." Benedict said as he backed into the main crowd.

Penelope resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the playful tone. She was in public and did not need any potential suitor thinking she was too much to handle. She brushed a hand down the side of her dress, brushing out nonexistent wrinkles before making her way through the crowds.

She was stopped by people wondering where her mother and sisters were. She politely answered they were spending the season taking care of family. She ignored the vile look she received from Cressida Cowper and the group of ladies she was speaking with. That was trouble she did not need to find herself in.

A sharp rap of a cane just before Penelope had her stop abruptly.

"Miss Featherington."

Penelope looked up and smiled. "Lady Danbury. Everything is so lovely."

"I would hope so, with the amount of work I put into planning it." Lady Danbury's eyes narrowed and focused on the flower at Penelope's ear. "I was pleasantly surprised at your arrival. I knew you were being sponsored, but I did not expect all of this."

"Oh," Penelope wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that.

"It's quite a compliment." Lady Danbury nodded her head to Penelope. Her eyes caught the name on her dance card. "I see you have garnered the attention of at least one dance partner tonight."

"Mister Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, that is. He was being kind."

"Ah, the flower behind your ear says differently."

"Kindness," Penelope repeated.

"Well, don't look now, but I believe you have another potential dance partner coming your way. Another second son, but Mister Penington comes from a great family. He'd be well worth getting to know." Lady Danbury said as she moved on to her next victim.

Penelope looked up when the gentleman in question stepped up to her, Lady Bridgerton at his side.

"Penelope, I wanted to introduce you to Mister Tomas Penington."

Penelope held her hand out, he gripped her fingers softly and placed a kiss upon her knuckles. "Lovely to meet you, Mister Penington."

"You as well, Miss Featherington. I was hoping to have a chance to dance, perhaps the quadrille, with you tonight?"

"Oh," Penelope looked to Violet who nodded her head. "I'd be delighted."

"Excellent." He smiled at her as he wrote his name. "I am looking forward to the dance, Miss Featherington."

"As am I." Penelope smiled and was about to ask if he would like to take a turn around the room when Anthony approached them.

Tomas looked over his shoulder at what had drawn Penelope's attention before he gave Penelope a knowing look. "I shall leave you to the Viscount. I will find you for our dance."

"Of course." Penelope nodded.

Anthony tilted his head at Tomas as they passed each other but did not bother stopping to address him. He stopped just short of Penelope and his mother. "Miss Featherington. Mother."

"Anthony Bridgerton." Violet scolded him. "Penelope was in the process of getting to know Mister Penington and you interrupted."

"Oh," Anthony ducked his head down to avoid his mother's look. Penelope caught it though. He was entirely unrepentant for interrupting them. "My apologies."

"I wanted to see how the evening was treating you both," Anthony responded.

"It was quite well moments ago." Violet huffed out a breath. "I need to find your sister. Please, keep an eye on Penelope."

"Certainly." Anthony nodded.

"How is your evening, Lord Bridgerton?" Penelope asked, falling back on the proper etiquette of society. Anthony gestured for Penelope to lead them around the ballroom.

"Well, enough. Eloise has been trying."

Penelope chucked, "That is a kind way of putting it. I am well aware of her evasive techniques."

"I am sure you have taught her some."

"That I will never tell." Penelope smiled at him.

She was taken aback by the happiness radiating off Anthony. His lips were curled up at the corner softly, his eyes dancing with laughter. She wanted nothing more than to continue making him shine as brightly as he was tonight. It was hard not to reach out and wrap her arm tightly through his. She wanted to be closer to him. To feel the strength of his arms. The warmth of his body.

Penelope absently fanned herself.

"Are you warm?" Anthony stopped. "I can get a glass of lemonade for you?"

"Oh," Penelope brushed a loose curl behind her ear. "A little, but nothing to be worried about."

"If you are sure? We could take a turn outside. Well, I can find Eloise for you to go outside." Anthony offered, stumbling over the rules of society.

The strings signaled the opening dance was about to start.

"Oh, I must find your brother. He requested my first dance of the night."

"Colin?" Anthony asked.

"Oh, no. Benedict." Penelope smirked. "Then I will dance the quadrille with Mister Penington."

"And then you shall dance the waltz with me," Anthony said, tugging on her arm to write his name in. "Until then, Miss Featherington."

"Thank you, Lord Bridgerton."

"Miss Featherington!" Benedict bumped into his brother. "I believe it is our dance."

Penelope smiled at Anthony before taking Benedict's proffered arm. "You mustn't step on my toes."

"I shall have you know, that I am the second best dancer in the Bridgerton household."

"Oh? Who is the first?" Penelope laughed.

"I am sure you will find out soon enough." Benedict teased.

Penelope had so much fun dancing with Benedict. Country dances were always lively and a perfect way to open any ball. She and Benedict chatted and laughed far more than was socially acceptable. There were eyes on them for sure. Penelope could not find it in her heart to care what the rest of society was speaking about. She was enjoying herself at a ball for the first time.

As the song wound down, Benedict bowed gratefully to Penelope as she curtseyed.

"That was the most fun I have had." Benedict smiled at her and gave her hand to the waiting Mister Tomas Penington. "Take care of Miss Featherington. She is a dear friend to the Bridgerton family."

Tomas swallowed audibly, and the glee on Benedict's face made Penelope wish they were anywhere but Lady Danbury's ball. Decorum wouldn't allow her to push back at him, but she wished she could.

"I will do my utmost," Tomas promised.

Benedict shook his head before departing.

The quadrille began and Penelope waited for Mister Penington to say something. Anything. But Benedict had scared him.

"How are you enjoying your evening?" Penelope asked.

"It has been nice. I have not been to a ball this large." Tomas answered and grimaced.

"If you spend the season in London, you will attend several this size or larger. Each hostess wishes to outdo the one before her." Penelope said. "I find Lady Danbury's and the Bridgerton's to be my favorites."

"Why the Bridgertons"

"They are family friends," Penelope answered. "It is always great to see how much work Lady Bridgerton puts into the festivities and how beautiful the results are."

"Ah," Tomas nodded.

There was something in his tone that Penelope did not like. It sounded as if he decided for her and her association with the Bridgerton family without the pleasure of getting to know them.

"What do you enjoy doing in your spare time?" Penelope asked.

"I spend most of my time working with my father. I will not inherit as my older brother will, but I am expected to manage one of the smaller homes and the land." Tomas explained. "I'm sure that isn't what you were hoping to hear."

"If it is the truth, then that is exactly what I hoped to hear."

"What of you, Miss Featherington?" He asked.

"I enjoy reading," Penelope answered. He didn't seem excited by that answer. It was all very well. Penelope had noticed his eyes tracking the progress of some of the newer debutantes. As soon as the dance ended Penelope thanked him before taking a short break for lemonade. There was just enough time to sip on lemonade to refresh herself for the upcoming waltz.

"Please tell me that dance was not as terrible as it looked." Eloise handed Penelope a glass of lemonade as she approached the refreshments table.

"It wasn't terrible, but I had much more fun dancing with your brother." Penelope sighed.

"Oh my days," Eloise snorted. "Don't let Benedict hear that. He'll let it go to his head and he's already difficult enough to handle."

Penelope started to explain what made the dance so terrible, but Anthony approaching them made her stop.

"Are you ready for this dance, Miss Featherington?" Anthony offered his hand to her and Penelope ignored the way her heart fluttered at the way her hand fit in his.

"But, this is a waltz." Eloise sputtered.

Penelope let Anthony guide her into form. As soon as the music began, she let herself get lost in the movement. She found herself closing her eyes and Anthony held her close. Without having to glance down at her feet she knew where Anthony was going to lead her.

"I hope that look on your face is not one of boredom?" Anthony asked softly.

Penelope opened her eyes and felt herself smile. "Not at all. The waltz is a beautiful dance. With the right partner, you don't have to think about the steps. It is my favorite."

Anthony smiled, "You do make the waltz easy."

Penelope cherished the feel of Anthony's hand curled around hers. She smiled at the feeling of him drawing her closer. Her chest was a breath away from his. It was too close, but too far away at the same time. She shouldn't be having these feelings about Anthony. She calmed the racing thoughts of her mind and let herself feel.

"Miss Featherington," Anthony whispered. "You are a sight to behold. You radiate happiness like I have never seen."

Penelope tilted her head up to look him in the eye, "you as well, my Lord."

Anthony smiled as he guided her across the floor. He fought the urge to draw her in tighter.

"How has your night been, Pen?" Anthony asked.

"Surprisingly, I've had a lovely time this evening. All thanks to you and your family. I don't remember the last time I enjoyed a ball. I feel like part of the festivities rather than an observer. Even with the not-so-wonderful interlude with Mr. Penington."

"Terrible dancer?"

"Terrible conversationalist," Penelope smirked at his surprise from her candor.

"Well, we can not have that. What do you require in a partner?"

"Oh," Penelope blushed. It was different speaking about the matter to Eloise rather than Anthony. Or any of the Bridgerton men?

"Come now, Pen. If I am to help you find a husband, I do need to know."

"He must be intelligent. If I can not hold a conversation with him, are we truly husband and wife?" Penelope asked.

"Of course." Anthony agreed.

"Also, family is important. I want to either be part of a larger family or well, I'd like children." Penelope blushed.

"What else?" Anthony asked.

"I don't want to be shut in. I want to be able to pursue my interests as well."

"That isn't too much to ask," Anthony said before giving her one final twirl as the song ended. He gave a slight bow to her before gesturing her off the dance floor. " Do you wish for refreshment?"

"Yes, I do believe Eloise is waiting for me. No doubt to speak with me about my dance partner."

"By all means, go tell her how much better of a dance partner I am than Benedict." Anthony teased.

Eloise wasted little time peppering Penelope with questions.

"So how was it? He looked dull if you ask me. You had a far better time with Benedict and Anthony. Also, why did Anthony claim the waltz? It was as if he were telling the rest of the Ton that you were courting." Eloise popped a sweet in her mouth and she chewed as she waited for Penelope to answer.

"It was dull. I do not think either myself or Mister Penington will pursue each other's company in the future." Penelope grabbed a biscuit to nibble on. All the dancing has worked up an appetite. "I do not know why Anthony claimed a waltz from me, but I enjoyed it."

Eloise's eyes narrowed briefly. If Penelope hadn't been looking directly at her, she would have missed it. "You did look very happy while dancing. Also, you garnered plenty of attention from potential suitors. The new dress and getting you out on the dance floor may be exactly what you need."

They took time strolling around the edges of the ballroom. Penelope with an ear out for gossip and Eloise as she tormented her brothers anytime they were close enough. As they were helped back into the carriages and started towards home, Penelope felt something she hadn't allowed herself to feel. Hope.

Chapter 3

Summary:

The day after Lady Danbury's ball. More about Penelope's home situation is revealed.

Chapter Text

The morning after Lady Danbury's ball found the Bridgerton household slowly trickling in for breakfast. Anthony and Lady Bridgerton sat quietly as they ate. Anthony purposely focused on the paper in front of him while his mother stared at him waiting for him to break the silence between the two of them.

Violet let her cutlery clack against her plate. Then she set her teacup down heavily. Anthony glanced up from the paper to see her gaze fixed on him. He took his time folding the paper and set it on the table. Violet made to speak, but Eloise and Colin stopped her.

"Good morning, Mother," Eloise said from behind a yawn.

"Eloise, manners." Violet chided.

"Yes, manners." Benedict scolded behind his own yawn. Eloise snorted and dropped into a chair.

"My apologies," Eloise said. She set about serving herself. She dropped toast on Benedict's plate while he made sure she had the jam she preferred.

Anthony seemed to have gotten out of the conversation his mother wanted to have with him as he focused on Eloise.

"I did not see you dance, Eloise."

"Oh," Eloise sunk in her chair. "No, I was quite focused on Pen last night. She thoroughly enjoyed the evening."

"She did seem pleased on the carriage ride home." Violet agreed. "Did she speak of Mr. Penington?"

Both Anthony and Benedict sat a little straighter in their seats as they waited for Eloise's answer.

"He was a horrid conversationalist." Eloise waved her spoon as she spoke. Benedict wiped the droplet of tea that landed on his cheek away. "Even if he did know how to hold an ounce of a conversation it would not have mattered. I do believe some older brothers may have scared him away."

"We did no such thing." Benedict scoffed.

"It is of no matter. Pen did not enjoy the dance with him at all. He did not seem to like that she enjoyed reading. It's like he expected her to enjoy needlework or flower arranging."

Anthony muffled a laugh. "The horror of it all."

"But," Eloise's eyes slid toward Anthony, "she did enjoy her dances with both Anthony and Benedict."

"Did she?" Anthony asked as he picked up his paper once again.

"She said Benedict was the most fun. Even after he stole a flower from Lady Danbury's rose bushes and placed it in her hair." Eloise smirked at the look of outrage on her mother's face.

"Benedict Bridgerton. You did not!"

"But I did, dear mother." Benedict grinned. "It was the perfect accessory for Penelope's hair. I heard from Pen that even Lady Danbury liked it."

Anthony shook his head at his brother's antics. But he had to admit, it did make Penelope stand out more than she already had. He kept finding his eyes drawn to her. A flash of white in her hair as she twirled on the dance floor.

"What will I do with you, Benedict Bridgerton?" Violet sighed.

"Love me," Benedict answered.

"Also," Eloise pulled the attention back to her. Anthony wasn't sure how many times Eloise was going to say also or but throughout their meal. "She made a point to tell me that she enjoyed her dance with Anthony."

Anthony felt his cheeks warm.

"It was lovely watching the pair of you waltz," Violet admitted softly.

"If I were to believe my eyes," Benedict started, and Anthony kicked him under the table preemptively. There was no good to come whenever Benedict started with that statement. Benedict grinned wider at his brother. "She even had her eyes closed the majority of the dance."

"Oh, she did, dear brother." Eloise teased.

"Where are the rest of our siblings?" Anthony folded his paper and set it on the table.

"It was a late night." Violet waved off his concern.

"What of Penelope?" Anthony asked.

"What of me?" Penelope smiled as she entered the room. "I apologize for my tardiness. I must have been more tired than I thought I was."

"No worries, Pen." Eloise smiled at her friend. "We tend to have a lie-in after Lady Danbury's ball. Mother insists we stay as late as possible due to her friendship and honestly, we get to see which of Ton have disgraced themselves first."

Violet's mouth dropped open in shock. "I do no such thing."

Anthony chuckled, "Do not deny it, mother. We all have seen you laughing with Lady Danbury at the struggles of the ladies as they attempt the stairs down to their carriages."

"I believe Lord Lumley was seen nearly planting face first into the lawn." Benedict chuckled. "We will not let him live it down at White's."

"No," Anthony agreed with a smirk.

"There were many a lady who seemed to be in similar predicaments as well." Penelope chimed in. "Despite the efforts of their mamas or sisters, it was clear they had forgotten the liberties Lady Danbury takes with her refreshments. Importing from certain countries seems to be much stronger than what many of the Ton is used to."

Eloise pressed a hand to Penelope's shoulder, her mouth opened wide. "Is that why you only drink lemonade at Lady Danbury's balls?"

"How devious of you to notice, Pen." Benedict turned towards Anthony.

"I've always said she has an eye for detail. Do you finally believe me, brother?" Anthony commented.

"And what do you know of Pen's eye for detail?" Eloise challenged him with narrowed eyes.

Anthony finished off his tea and stood from the table. "If you'll excuse me, I do believe I have work to do. Accounts to settle for our ball in a few weeks."

"I will not excuse you." Eloise sputtered.

"Eloise!" Violet said. "Anthony, dear, please do not work too hard."

"Mother, you know I cannot promise anything of the sort." Anthony nodded to the rest of the table on his way out of the room.

Penelope watched his retreating form. There was a question hanging over her head about what Anthony had said. How long had he taken notice of her? Had it been as long as she had noticed him? It was just before her first season when she would spend time in the Bridgerton home with Eloise. There were moments that she'd happen upon him, briefly, but she always noticed the stress lining his shoulders. Tension that he never seemed to rid himself of.

"Well, ladies. I do believe I shall take my leave of you. A day of respite is the perfect cure for the day after one of Lady Danbury's balls." Benedict announced as he stood from the table.

"Agreed." Eloise nodded. "I think I shall take a book in my room and enjoy the quiet."

Penelope took a few minutes to finish her breakfast before she stood to do the same. "Would you permit me to find a book from the library, Lady Bridgerton?"

"Oh, Penelope, you needn't ask," Violet answered. "While you are here, feel free to use the library as you please. Please, promise me one thing."

"Yes?"

"Do not end up with stacks on the floor of your bedroom like Eloise. The maids try to put them back and most of the time Eloise proclaims she is reading them all."

"Of course not. I may take two books at a time, as I like to have something available if I finish one at night. Otherwise, I will put them back where I found them." Penelope smiled.

"Thank you, dear. Off you go." Violet reached across the table to take the paper Anthony had abandoned. An easy dismissal that Penelope took advantage of.

As she walked through the hallways, she hummed to herself. As she approached the library her humming had grown into soft singing. She had such a wonderful time at the ball, that some of those feelings, of excitement and merriment, still bubbled over the morning after. She let her fingertips trail over the spines of books. She saw they were separated by genre and then alphabetized. She passed over the nonfiction titles. Today she hadn't a mind for botany, history, or female pursuits in needlework.

Instead, tucked back in the corner, was a small section of romance. Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. She had been wanting to read it since she heard of its publication. She had listened to the ladies speak about it in the bookshop and itched to buy a copy with her Whistledown money. But she was with her mother, and doing so would have opened her to scrutiny. Scrutiny she did not need while her mother was likely to claim the money as her own.

"Penelope!"

Penelope spun around with her hand on her chest.

"Anthony, you scared me."

"My apologies. I just hadn't expected to see you in the library. I was looking for a book in hopes of finding another crop that would fare well on one of the tenet's lands. They are having trouble with the soil." Anthony explained. "I heard of a three-crop rotation system, written in one of these books, but I can't decide what may fare well."

"Unfortunately, I do not have an answer for you. Do not let me stop you from your research. I was browsing for something to keep my attention and I have found it. I'll be out of your way." Penelope grasped the book and held it to her chest.

"You are welcome to sit and read in the library. I have spent many afternoons in that window lost in different worlds." Anthony pointed out the settee situated in front of the window. "Mother had it set up for Eloise."

"Why do I feel as though she rarely uses it?" Penelope chucked as she settled on the chair. It had the perfect lighting for her to spend the afternoon reading.

"Because she is Eloise," Anthony smirked before he turned back towards the shelves.

Penelope opened her book to start reading, but she found herself watching Anthony. He whispered to himself as searched the shelves. A finger rubbed below his lips as his attention shifted between different titles. He must have bitten his lower lip. It was plush, and a darker pink. She wanted to know what it felt like. Under her lips. Under her fingers as she teased him.

He leaned down and Penelope couldn't stop herself from admiring the fit of his trousers. She knew he favored riding horses for sport. It was evident in the fabric stretching across his thighs and … Penelope shook her head. She shouldn't be having these indecent thoughts. Her eyes betrayed her as they drifted back to the width of Anthony's shoulders.

She had heard other young ladies talk of their attraction to gentlemen. She had never felt a pull towards any specific man until now. It was like she couldn't rip her eyes from Anthony whenever he was in the same room with her.

Anthony gathered a couple of books and settled behind the library desk. She was surprised he had elected to remain with her in the library. Even if he worked in silence, it was a departure from his normal routine.

She found herself watching him more than she focused on the words in front of her. Penelope knew she had been caught watching him when Anthony's lips curled up in a soft smile. Anthony kept his head down and one finger slipped across the line he was reading. The movement grew slower and slower until he stopped.

"Penelope," Anthony drawled. "Was there something you wanted to say?"

"I apologize, Anthony. I simply was lost in thought." Penelope scrunched her nose up at the excuse.

Anthony chuckled at the face she made. He sat up and rested his hands above his head as he took Penelope in. Her cheeks had grown flush. She was looking everywhere but at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Ant!" Benedict burst into the library. His eyes darted back and forth between Anthony who was straightening in his seat, and Penelope was attempting to act like she was reading but she dropped the book to the floor.

"Yes, Benedict?"

"Uh," Benedict scratched at his chin, "what is happening here?"

"Reading," Anthony answered. "It is what tends to happen within a library."

Benedict grinned, "It is one of the many things that can happen in a library."

Anthony knew exactly what Benedict was getting at with that statement. Glancing out the corner of his eyes, Penelope knew as well. Which was surprising. Penelope most definitely should not be aware of the innuendo Benedict had alluded to.

"What did you need?" Anthony pressed.

"I, well that is to say," Benedict grew sheepish, "I do not quite remember. I shall leave you two to your reading."

"I found what I was looking for. Benedict and I will leave you to your reading, Pen." Anthony tucked a book under his arm.

"Of course." Penelope stuttered out. She was not sure what to make out of the cheeky look Benedict gave her as he looked back over her shoulder as Anthony pushed him out of the library. What she did know was she was getting dangerously close to Anthony. She wasn't sure why it had been easy to shift from acquaintance to feeling as though he was a friend.

It was easy to grow closer to all the Bridgertons. They were kind, selfless, and always looked out for each other. It had never been like that in the Featherington household. Three sisters constantly fought each other for their mother's approval. Mix in the fight to find the best husband? It was predestined that they would never form bonds like the Bridgerton siblings.

Penelope and her sisters would never have a bond as quite as tight as the Bridgerton siblings. They were too cruel for Penelope to ever wish to seek them out for advice. They only followed their mother's example. It was beyond hurtful though.

A soft knock on the door shook Penelope from her thoughts. Colin had leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. "Now, I must know, what has caused that look on your face."

Penelope took a breath, "I was just thinking how different it has been staying here rather than with my family."

Colin's head tilted. "I do hope that is a good thing?"

"You know it is, Colin. I am sure Eloise has told you some of the horrible things my mother and sisters have put me through." Penelope tucked her feet beneath her and looked anywhere but at Colin.

She did not look at him when she felt Colin sit on the settee near her.

"Eloise has always been good at keeping secrets for those she cares for," Colin said. "I have gleaned that they were unkind to you. The way you were always pushed to the back. How often your mother all but threw your sisters at me any time I visited."

"So, you understand. It has been quite a shock to learn that I am worthy of any of your time. That you all would enjoy my presence here. That Anthony had gladly taken on the sponsorship of someone who is not family." Penelope wiped below her eyes. She willed herself not to cry in front of Colin. "I am just so thankful for all that your family has done and will do for me this season. I do not know how I can repay you."

"Pen," Colin shook his head.

"For the first time, I haven't gone to bed hungry. I am not fearful of what mean things my sisters may try to do to me to make them look better to my mother. I know that when I wear a new dress you all will be as excited about it as I am. If anyone were to hurt me, it would never be on purpose. Do you know how strange it is to be excited about what the morning will bring? I haven't felt like this for a long time, Colin."

"Pen," Colin reached out as if to take her hand but stopped himself. "What do you mean you went to bed hungry?"

"Oh," Penelope pressed a hand to her mouth.

"And they hurt you?" Colin pressed.

She had said far too much. Being here, happy and safe, it was easy to let her thoughts tumble out loud into words. "I think I shall take my book and have a quiet afternoon in my room."

"Pen."

"No, Colin. Please, I should not have said anything. I was just, speaking. Hungry for attention. Or hurt by their words. That is all I meant."

Penelope shuffled around Colin and through the doorway. She barely spared a glance at Anthony after she knocked into his shoulder. She darted up the stairs to her room. She closed the door with a soft click.

"Colin," Anthony wanted to run after Penelope. To get answers as to what made her act that way when shortly before she had been fine.

"I think," Colin shook his head. "I think her mother and sisters were more than mean to her verbally."

"Why?" Anthony growled out.

"She said, she said that she went to bed hungry, Ant. And that they hurt her." Colin's voice broke. "I do not think she intended to tell me that. It was while she was expressing her gratitude for being here that she said these things."

Anthony grasped Colin's shoulder and squeezed. He knew Colin wished to run after Penelope to press her for further explanation, but he knew they needed to get her time to process everything she had said.

"Let her have space. After dinner, perhaps we can enlist Eloise into finding out her state of mind." Anthony suggested.

Colin nodded, "Eloise may be our best chance to get answers."

"As terrifying as that sounds." Anthony attempted humor but neither he nor Colin were receptive to it.

Dinner was subdued. Penelope had not come down from her room for dinner. Eloise appeared to not know what had happened to have caused Penelope's absence. Anthony did his best not to share too many looks with Colin. He didn't want to draw much attention to the matter, but Benedict caught on. As soon as they were excused from dinner, Anthony, Colin, and Benedict all threw their napkins down and retreated to Anthony's office.

Benedict poured a healthy glass for each of them. "Are the two of you going to enlighten me as to what is going on? Or should I ferret it from the person who was missing from dinner?"

"You will do nothing of the sort." Anthony snapped.

Benedict took a step back at the tone.

"While you would be correct in who this pertains to, neither of us can truly say what has occurred." Colin grimaced at the sound of his statement. "I only have my inferences and I could be wrong."

"But you are not." Anthony shook his head. He tossed back the remaining liquor and slammed the glass on his desk. He rolled up his sleeves, the heat from the brandy spreading through his body. "I had similar thoughts, from things Penelope has said, but you have concrete words from her lips."

"What has happened?" Benedict asked.

"She," Colin swallowed. "We all had our suspicions that Penelope had not been treated well by her family. It may be worse than we thought."

"Dear god. What have they done?"

"Withheld food. Physical abuse." Colin pressed his lips together.

"I will murder them all." Benedict started to roll his shirt sleeves up towards his elbows. His eyes widened as her realized what he had said. "You did not hear that."

"We will have to wait for her to come to us before anything can be done," Anthony whispered. "Until then, we have to show Penelope how a true family treats one another."

"I think she has already started to see that, Ant. That may be why she felt so comfortable speaking with me." Colin set his empty glass down. "How have we missed it?"

"No one was looking," Benedict answered. It truly was as simple as that. She had always smiled and laughed with Eloise. She hadn't been bruised in places that could be seen. She was never hidden away at any time. She had never been any different from what any of them knew. She had always been their Penelope Featherington.

"I need to go do something." Benedict flexed his hands. "And I need Colin to go with me because he will stop me from ruining the Bridgerton name."

"And I wouldn't?" Anthony was offended.

"No, because you would do the same thing I want to do. Colin has a level head compared to us." Benedict yanked Colin up from his seat.

Anthony simmered over everything that he had learned throughout the day. He kept going back to Penelope. He was worried about her. Her retreating as she did, he did not like it. It hit him, that no one made sure she had any kind of dinner. He rang for the kitchen. It took a few minutes before a meek young servant appeared.

"Lord Bridgerton?"

"Has Miss Featherington had dinner brought up to her rooms?" Anthony asked.

"We sent a light dinner tray up to her room per her request."

"Thank you. We were worried after her."

"She only ate a small portion." The servant offered. "Is she truly unwell? Should we send for the physician?"

"I think she is overly tired. You know it is a lot to take in this family for so long." Anthony forced a smirk and the servant nodded. "Thank you."

"Of course, Lord Bridgerton."

Anthony tried not to let himself linger in his study too late, but he had heard the house settle into night. Colin and Benedict hadn't made their way home either. That was only slightly worrisome. He was just about to force himself off to bed when he heard the soft, hesitant footsteps towards the library. He waited a few more minutes to see if whoever those soft footsteps belonged to would head back towards the stairs. When they didn't, Anthony pulled himself out of his seat to the library.

He stopped just out of sight when he realized it was Penelope. She was bundled in a robe with her hair set with ribbons to help her hair curl. Her eyes were a little swollen from crying, but she looked to be in better spirits. Even with her hair in ribbons, in sleep attire, she looked striking. The candlelight, Anthony tried to shake the fog from his mind. Penelope in candlelight, surrounded by books, she was at home with herself. He was about to leave her for her perusal, but his boot caught the baseboard.

Penelope gasped in surprise. There was no hiding the fact that he had been outside the library looking at her.

"Hello?"

"Sorry, Penelope. It's just me. I heard someone in walking the halls. I was just checking to see who it was." Anthony stepped further into the library.

"I should be in bed. My apologies."

Penelope took in Anthony's dressed down attire. He was still in his trousers and boots, but he had lost the jacket, vest, and cravat that she had grown used to seeing him daily. This was a very relaxed version of Anthony. His arms were crossed over his chest. She let her eyes track the muscle definition, then stopped on his hands. She swallowed.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Anthony asked.

"More embarrassed than unwell." Penelope admitted.

She seemed as though she was struggling to determine what she wanted to say to him, so Anthony leaned against the doorframe and let her puzzle it out.

"I supposed Colin told you what I said to him earlier?" Penelope asked.

"He did not wish to, but after you bumped into me on your way out the room. He thought it best I knew. Of course, I would have questioned him for hours if that is what it took to understand why you were so upset." Anthony answered.

"They did, do those things. I am not sure why, but they did."

"Penelope, you do not have to go into detail if you do not wish to. I just want you to know that while you are here, you will never go without. We may jest with each other, but we never drift into the territory of abuse. We never will. You are well liked in the Bridgerton family. I dare say, Eloise claims you as her favorite sister. My mother claims you as a daughter in all but name."

Penelope smiled softly, "Thank you, Anthony."

"Of course."

"I'm sure I worried Colin. I should apologize to him tomorrow."

"You and Colin are great friends." Anthony pointed out.

"Oh yes," Penelope smiled. "He always treated me with kindness when the rest of the gentlemen of the Ton wouldn't. I'm sure that was all your mother's doing, but I appreciated the friendship we developed."

"I'm glad that you had Eloise and Colin." Anthony said.

"Now I have far more Bridgertons than I know what to do with." Penelope chuckled. "I am thankful for all that you are doing for me, Anthony. I am not sure what I did to deserve it, but I am most appreciative of it."

"You were simply Penelope Featherington." Anthony answered with a shrug. "I've come to enjoy our conversations."

"I have enjoyed them as well." Penelope looked down at her slippered feet. "Oh, I'm sure I have caused quite a stir with all the servants. Wondering why I am still awake at this hour. I should get to bed."

"No worries. There are a few who remain awake when Colin and Benedict have a late evening." Anthony said.

"I did not know that they had out." Penelope grabbed the candle stick and tucked the book underneath her arm.

"Last minute idea of Benedict's, I'm afraid." Anthony explained as he shut the library up. He was guiding Penelope towards the stairway when they nearly bumped into Colin and Benedict who were sniggering at their sorry attempts to be quiet as they entered the home.

Once they realized they were not alone, they stopped to take in Anthony and Penelope.

"Pen," Colin looked between Anthony and Penelope confused. "What is this about?"

"I know." Benedict smirked.

"I'm afraid you do not know, dear brother." Anthony rolled his eyes. He looked over at Penelope who was doing her best not to laugh out loud at the drunken pair. "I found Penelope in the library. I was escorting her to the stairs before heading for my own rooms for the night."

"But I know." Benedict said again with a grin that was all teeth.

"I do not know what Benedict believes he knows, Anthony. Perhaps they would be suited with more assistance than I am." Penelope laughed.

"I will get them taken care of. Sleep well, Penelope."

"You as well." Penelope nodded her head before skirting around the men.

"Psh," Colin shook his head. "We do not need assistance."

"You say that, but you both have been trying to get past the first step on the stairway and you have not been successful. Should I ring for help?"

Both Colin and Benedict sobered at the suggestion.

"No, we are fine. See." Benedict gestured towards their boots. "We are headed up the stairs."

"Yes, I can see that." Anthony waited patiently as they made it up the stairs and around the corner to their rooms.

Anthony headed in the opposite direction to his own rooms to get settled for the night. He was lucky that no one had walked upon him and Penelope. It would have put them in a bad spot. Neither of them had done anything untoward, but it was reckless of him. He should not have been alone with Penelope in the middle of the night.

He liked that they had a conversation without any ears to overhear them. There was something about Penelope when she wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. When she was wholly herself. He liked being the person who could listen when she decided to speak.

Chapter 4

Summary:

Anthony has realizations

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Dearest Readers,

There has been much afoot in the Ton since Lady Danbury's ball. So many whispers passing from young lady to young lady while in the modiste. Several promenades have been scheduled.

This author tips her hat to the wondrous, Lady Danbury. She does know how to put on a ball. It was evident in the lack of wallflowers. So many shimmering dresses, genteel laughter, and enjoyment. I dare say, I even noted Miss Featherington on the dance floor more than I have ever seen. A wallflower in bloom, indeed.

Mister Penington was spotted accompanying Miss Cowper who was all aflush with their conversation on an extended promenade. Her chaperone did not look at all pleased with how long their walk had taken.

This season holds much promise. Do not disappoint me, Reader.

Lady Whistledown

"Pen!" Eloise bellowed as she rushed into the drawing room.

Violet was sitting on her preferred chair working on embroidery. Benedict was draped over a chair focused intently out the window as he scribbled on his pad. Francesa sat behind the pianoforte as she tried to decide what she wished to play first. Anthony and Colin were at the opposite end of the room speaking in hushed words while Penelope sat reading.

"Eloise!"

"Please, sister. Reduce your volume to a dull roar. Some of us are trying to work." Benedict leaned his head back over the arm of the chair to look at Eloise.

Eloise cleared her throat and with a smirk, she repeated the words of Lady Whistledown to the room. "'I dare say, I even noted Miss Featherington on the dance floor more than I have ever seen. A wallflower in bloom, indeed.'"

Penelope dropped her book on her lap. "Did she truly say that?"

"She did!" Eloise nodded.

Anthony stood up and moved to take the paper from Eloise. He scanned it as he stood by Eloise's side. Confusion crossed his face.

"What is it, Anthony?" Violet asked from her seat. Her embroidery was long forgotten on the side table.

"She is …" Anthony struggled to find the right words. Instead, he settled on, "Lady Whistledown is changed."

"She has!" Eloise ripped the paper from Anthony's hands and made her way to Penelope. She tried to iron out the wrinkles before she handed it to Penelope to read. "I am not sure why she has had a change of heart this season, but she did say that she felt like this season was going to be different. I suppose this may be what she meant."

Penelope took her time to read the words she knew so well. She sent Eloise a small smile. "I hope she remains kind throughout the season. I suppose we will see. I'm sure a few balls from now … well it matters little what I think. I will gladly take her kindness over being called a pineapple."

Eloise narrowed her eyes at Penelope's words. "I should like to know what you think, Penelope."

"As do I." Benedict sat up and set his book on the table beside him. He looked at Penelope and waited.

"Well, if you must know, I think Lady Whistledown may have had a taste of true love. Or, if not love, then she was shown compassion that was not shown to her before." Penelope explained.

Anthony tilted his head minutely. He had not known how much of a romantic Penelope was. Or how much good she could see in others, even people that she did not know.

"She wasn't always a horrid wasp before. Bluntly honest, yes. Mean for the sake of being mean? Not all the time." Eloise folded her arms over her chest.

"It bothers you that you cannot figure out who Lady Whistledown is," Anthony said with a hint of amusement.

"Of course, it bothers me!" Eloise stamped her foot. "This is a woman who has built something out of herself. Sure, it is gossip, but do you not see the work she had to put behind every issue? How much work she has had to put into hiding herself from the public all while living her everyday life?"

"When you put it that way, Lady Whistledown has been living a double life." Anthony posited.

"Yes, she certainly has." Penelope pressed her lips together.

"Enough about Lady Whistledown. I think it is time for the Bridgertons and Miss Featherington, to get out and enjoy this lovely weather." Violet said. Her voice startled them all, having forgotten she was in the room with them as they debated Lady Whistledown.

"That sounds like a lovely idea, mother." Anthony stood from his seat. "We shall prepare ourselves and we will all enjoy the afternoon out."

~*~

Hyacinth and Gregory stole Penelope away from Eloise before they even started on their walk. Eloise grimaced but she left Penelope her own as she nudged her way between Benedict and Colin. Francesca was speaking quietly with Violet. Anthony walked by himself trailing behind Penelope and the younger Bridgertons.

It was in the middle of Hyacinth tugging on her arm that Gregory shoved Hyacinth and instead of his expected victim, Gregory sent Penelope off balance.

"Oh!" Penelope yelped.

She expected to find herself sprawled in the most unladylike of heaps. She felt herself step on the front hem of her dress as someone helped her avoid the embarrassment of a very public fall. Well, most of it. She let out a distressed breath when she heard the fabric tear as she righted herself. She felt the heat of a rather large hand at her waist, fingers digging in as they held her steady.

She turned to thank her savior but froze when she turned directly into Anthony Bridgerton. The softness of her bosom pressed against the hard lines of his chest. Anthony struggled as he tried to determine where to best place his hands. He set one of his hands on her shoulder, the other dropped back down to grasp the waist of her dress tighter. His thumb traced along the edge of her dress. Her skin warmed with each swipe of his thumb.

Penelope met his eyes and felt all words escape her. His eyes had dilated as they dropped to her chest. She watched his lips part shakily around a breath.

"Thank you," Penelope whispered.

"I am afraid I did not save your dress, but that can be fixed well enough. You, on the other hand, mustn't be risked."

"I assure you I am much tougher than I appear."

Anthony's lips curled upwards in an almost wicked grin. He wondered if she knew what she had mistakenly alluded to with her words. There was a part of him that felt like she knew exactly how a man could take those words. Especially, with the tilt of her pink lips.

"We will have to see about that, Miss Featherington."

"Gregory and Hyacinth Bridgerton!" Violet did not mask how angry she was. For her to have broken decorum in public was unheard of.

"Mother," Anthony took a step back from Penelope and dropped his hands to his sides. "I shall walk Miss Featherington back if Eloise will accompany us. It seems our younger brother and sister have put a sizable tear in her dress."

"No, they and I will accompany you and sit themselves in their rooms until dinner tonight. To think about what could have happened to poor Penelope if you had not been there." Violet was furious with her children.

"I should not trouble you. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon out. I can make my way back and get my dress to my lady's maid to repair." Penelope offered.

"We are very aware that you can make your way back, Penelope," Benedict stated. "But you should be escorted by one of us. If not Anthony, then myself or Colin?"

"I will be glad for the company, whoever wishes to escort us back to Bridgerton house." Penelope smiled when Anthony offered his arm, and she slid her hand into the crook of his elbow. She ignored the curious look she got from Benedict as they started back. She listened and laughed as Violet teased Gregory and Hyacinth on the walk back.

"But, mother. You couldn't possibly make us go without dinner tonight." Gregory whined.

"I would never dream of it. You both need to realize there are consequences to your actions. You could have caused true harm to Penelope." Violet said.

Both of the younger Bridgertons turned to face Penelope. "We are sorry, Penelope. We did not mean to make you fall."

"All is well …" Penelope waited until she saw them perk up before finishing, "this time."

"We will make it up to you," Hyacinth promised.

"We will!" Gregory agreed.

"You have nothing to make up for. We all make mistakes. It will be forgotten as soon as the dress is mended." Penelope smiled at them.

"You handled them very well, my dear." Violet nodded her head before stepping in front of Penelope and Anthony to keep up with her youngest.

Anthony waited until they were a couple of paces behind Violet before leaning to speak close to Penelope's ear. "She is right. Many ladies of the Ton would not have handled it as you did."

"I have never seen reason to raise your voice at children." Penelope stopped herself from scoffing at the notion. "They are meant to cause mischief and make mistakes. Otherwise, they would never learn or grow up. Plus, I have been in their place when kindness was not shown. I promised myself I would never treat those I cared for, or if I ever had children, in that way."

"I think you would be an excellent mother, Penelope," Anthony said softly.

"I hope so." Penelope smiled towards the sidewalk.

"Are you looking towards the upcoming ball? I believe it is Lord and Lady Partridge's ball?" Anthony asked as he escorted her up the stairs.

"I am." Penelope nodded. "It is strange to admit this out loud, but I am rather looking forward to it. I used to dread these things."

"I'm glad to hear that you seem to be enjoying this season so far. I had worried that you wouldn't. Being so far from your mother and sisters." Anthony explained. When he spotted Humbolt, he got the butler's attention. "Could you please ring for Miss Featherington's lady's maid? Gregory and Hyacinth caused a substantial tear in her dress, and it will need to be mended.

"Of course, my Lord. Shall I send her directly to Miss, Featherington's chambers?"

"Yes, please." Penelope nodded.

"Right away." Humbolt made sure the door was closed and all was in order before darting off to find Rae.

"Thank you for escorting me home … back." Penelope pressed her lips together at the slip. "I should get changed."

"If you should wish to resume our conversation, I will be in my study. Otherwise, I shall see you at dinner." Anthony offered.

"Of course." Penelope nodded and started up the stairs. She held her dress so the hem fell just above her ankle. Anthony knew as a gentleman he should look away and head to his office. But he found that he could not be budged. He watched with each step, the tantalizing treat it was to see Penelope like this. His eyes tracked the shift of her hips, the delicate elegance of each step she took. He mentally cataloged the scent that must have been her perfume he had smelled the entire walk back. Vanilla, lavender. He could drown in it if he was not careful with her.

A polite cough pulled him from his musings. Humbolt had sent him a knowing look.

"I have sent Miss Featherington's lady's maid to her room as requested. Is there anything further I can assist you with Lord Bridgerton?" Humbolt asked.

"No," Anthony shook his head.

"Are you sure? Perhaps your hat and jacket, Lord Bridgerton?"

"Oh." Anthony handed over his hat and shifted out of his outer coat. "Thank you. I shall be in my study if anyone should need me."

"Note, my Lord," Humbolt smirked.

Anthony flipped through the ledgers on his desk. He needed something to keep his mind occupied. If he didn't focus on something else, his mind would drift back to the woman he was meant to be sponsoring for the season. The woman who was a family friend. The dearest friend to Eloise. He should not have these thoughts. Nor the impulses he had to touch her. To take all of her time as his own.

He closed his eyes and remembered the warmth of Penelope's skin as the blush that graced her cheeks spread down her neck and across her chest. The way her chest heaved as she took in the air after nearly tumbling to the ground. He flexed his hand. The feel of her under his grip, even with layers of fabric between them, made him want to rip it out of his way. So he could touch every inch of her.

This was not who he had become. After giving up Sienna, he vowed to not become this man. He was not the man who's those were filled with lust and desire. He meant to have become more leveled. It just was not possible, when every turn he took his senses were filled with Penelope Feathering. If he did not see her, he smelled her. If he did not smell her, he heard her laughter.

It did not matter to hear his siblings come in or to be loud in the drawing room. He knew if he went to investigate, to check in with them, his only concern would be with the state of Penelope Featherington. He would sit and watch her.

He would listen to everything she had to say about the book she was currently reading to Eloise. His sister would chuckle and then she would launch into her own thoughts, her hands speaking just as loud as her words.

He'd listen to Penelope comment on the progress of Benedict's latest work. His brother would light up and ask her thoughts on light sources, on if the stroke of his lines should be thicker or would a thinner line achieve the same range of emotion.

She would sit with Francesca at the pianoforte, not speaking a word, but joining her in a simple duet. Her fingers danced lightly across the keys. Francesca's small smile meant the world to be witness to. Not many people outside of the Bridgerton family could elicit a response like that.

Then she would sit and teach Gregory different strategies in chess. He was enamored with her. He hung off every word and sought her out whenever he accomplished something new. No matter what she was doing, if he was excited, she would pause to make time for the youngest Bridgerton boy.

Penelope sat with Hyacinth working on her embroidery. When Hyacinth got ill from the number of times she stuck her finger with a needle, Penelope would move closer, watch how Hyacinth was working, and then she would gently correct her with a soft touch. She showed her how to turn her embroidery into pocket squares and promised to show her more.

His mother loved Penelope as well. She adored everything Penelope did. Her kindness with the youngest Bridgertons topped the list of reasons why she enjoyed having Penelope in their home. Penelope never hesitated to ask for his mother's advice. She made sure to show off everything Gregory and Hyacinth accomplished. She asked about the happenings around the Ton and Violet reveled in sharing the latest gossip.

He was sure if Daphne were here, he would fight for Penelope's time. Daphne loved her. Despite the dresses Penelope's mother put her in, she had a keen eye for what would make others shine. She understood the merits of less is more in decorating homes. Anthony had seen letters from his sister arrive from Penelope and Penelope would write her own back quickly.

And Colin? They were the best of friends. Nothing more. He had first worried having Penelope in their home would cause issues with his brother. Instead, he seemed to reach out for advice. He joked with her and talked to her like Eloise did.

In truth, the only person he should have been worried about concerning Penelope Feathering was …

Himself.

How the devil had that happened? And when?

It wasn't until they all gathered for dinner that he had his answers to those questions. Penelope had dressed in a light blue dress, similar to the cut she had been wearing since she had gone to the modiste with his mother. Her sleeves were delicate cups on her shoulders. The ribbon beneath her bust flowed down onto the floor. A soft flower pattern has embellished the dress with just silver thread. It caught his attention with every move she made.

She dropped into line beside Anthony as they walked into the dining room. Her hand brushed the back of his briefly before she took her spot next to Eloise.

It happened when he realized Penelope Featherington was more than his little sister's best friend. She had developed into a phenomenal woman without the overwhelming weight of her mother and sisters on her shoulders.

Chapter 5

Notes:

I apologize for such a long wait on this one! I promise it was worth it. At least, I hope so!

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Anthony had to remind himself to pay attention to everything his mother was telling him about different things they would need for the upcoming ball towards the end of the season. He was making a mental list of all the merchants he would need to be sure they had an account with plenty of funds available to his mother. He noted which places he could reach out to the tenet farmers to gather materials. The butcher, and farmers for different vegetables. Fruit was going to be a specialist in the city. He'd need to speak with his head cook to see if they would need assistance preparing. No doubt they would.

"Whatever are you thinking about, Anthony?" Eloise questioned. "It looks like you are doing complex sums."

Anthony smiled at his sister. "Well, perhaps it is because I am."

"And what are you adding up?" Benedict asked.

"Mother is listing off the different things needed for the ball later in the season. I was making a note of where I needed to be sure accounts were set up for her, perhaps where we could utilize the resources of our tenets rather than outsourcing. Then if we needed to hire more staff to help with more than just serving." Anthony answered.

"I thought …" Eloise started.

"You can not have thought that your mother would have taken it all on without the help of your brother?" Penelope looked between the Bridgerton siblings.

"Truthfully, it was more Daphne's area of expertise," Eloise admitted sheepishly.

"Well, your mother and Daphne would have done the planning, menu selection, making sure you all were dressed accordingly, but the Viscount would have to be involved even at a small level," Penelope explained. "It's not something openly discussed at the dinner table, but he would need to approve a line of credit at different places for your mother and Daphne to spend."

"You are quite perceptive, Penelope." Violet smiled.

"I helped my Mama when she threw the ball last season. It was exciting to bring the event together and to see how much people enjoyed the evening. It made the stress of it all worth it. It is a task I would not mind taking on again. Perhaps one day, once I have made a match and married I will be able to. Even if it were small dinner parties." Penelope smiled down the length of the table at Violet.

She caught Anthony's eyes and ducked her head to focus on the plate before her. "I apologize. I do get lost in things I am passionate about."

"No need to apologize, my dear. It is nice to have someone as excited about the Bridgerton Ball as I am." Violet smiled back at Penelope.

"Oh, now you have done it, Pen." Colin groaned. "She will have us all working on different tasks for the ball."

"You would love to help with the menu." Eloise scoffed.

Once the teasing had started, the rest of the conversation devolved. Penelope grinned as Gregory and Hyacinth wondered what they could help with if their mother would permit it. Anthony took it all in. He enjoyed seeing his brothers and sisters like this. Loose and in the moment.

"You know," Benedict leaned over and whispered to Anthony. "The lovely Miss Featherington is steadily becoming more of a candidate for marriage as the days draw on."

Anthony cut a sharp look at Benedict.

"Not for me. She is a great friend, and perhaps a sister one day." Benedict said to Anthony and then jumped into the conversation with Colin as if he hadn't spoken to Anthony at all.

Anthony frowned down at his plate. He understood precisely what Benedict was suggesting. Anthony had begun to see Penelope in an entirely different light.

"I would have thought that a good thing, brother?" Benedict said after noting Anthony's frown.

"It would be if we were not living under the same roof." Anthony forced himself to smile and jump back into the conversation happening around the dinner table. Eloise and Colin were bickering back and forth about the best food they had at Balls in the Ton.

He laughed at the exaggerated gag Eloise gave. "Do you remember the pure chalk-tasting cake at the Cowper ball two seasons ago?"

"Eloise!" Violet admonished.

"Oh, mother. You cannot admit you did not have the same thought. I recall you pointing out last season it the Cowper's must have gotten a new cook." Eloise chortled at the red flush on her mother's cheeks.

"Well," Violet wiped her mouth with her napkin, "I still stand by the observation. They must have hired a new cook."

Benedict crowed at his mother's embarrassed admission. It sent the rest of the table into laughter. Penelope included.

Penelope looked across the table at Anthony. Her blue eyes were lit up with mischief. No matter how much he shouldn't wish for it, he wanted to get used to seeing her eyes alight with happiness.

"I do think there is plenty to do tomorrow as we prepare for the Patridge Ball."

"Ah, yes. The theme this year is 'every bird must nest.'" Eloise rolled her eyes. "You would think they tired of the bird themes."

"But El, it is almost their namesake," Penelope smirked.

"Precisely my point." Eloise scoffed.

He slipped his foot across the space separating them and tapped the instep of her shoe with his. It was barely noticeable, her reaction. Her eyes flicked up to his. He gave her a slight nod.

"Must we wear a feather in our hair?" Eloise's face scrunched up in disgust. "We do that for the Queen. Lady Patridge is not the Queen."

"A small feather in your hairpiece will suffice, Eloise." Violet tsked. "Which is on the list of things we need to do tomorrow."

"A feather for a Featherington." Benedict teased Penelope. Then he cut his eyes over to Anthony. "What color feather will you be in search of, Penelope?"

"I thought perhaps a darker color. Wine perhaps?"

"Oh, I like that." Benedict smiled.

"I am not sure how it is of consequence that you like the color of my feather, but I am glad you approve." Penelope tilted her head unsure of where Benedict was going with this line of thought.

"I have my reasons." Benedict turned towards Eloise. "And what of you sister?"

"You know it'll be a light blue." Eloise looked at Penelope. "I do not know what has gotten into my brothers this evening. First, Anthony was lost in thought for most of the dinner. Then Benedict all of a sudden interested in lady's fashion."

"And I do believe that a bit of time before bed would be a perfect way to end the night." Violet smiled at them as she tucked her napkin next to her dinner plate.

"Excellent idea, mother." Anthony stood from the table. "I do believe I will spend time in my study. Ladies, I wish you goodnight."

"What about us?" Gregory huffed out.

"And you as well Gregory." Anthony chuckled at Benedict's outraged look.

"It is okay, Benedict. You can help me decide if wine would be the best color choice for my feather tomorrow." Penelope patted his shoulder.

"I would be delighted." Benedict stood up and helped Penelope from her seat.

If Anthony had not announced to the family his plans to work in his study, he would have turned around and followed them into the drawing room to keep watch over Benedict. He knew his brother was only to do it to bother him. He had achieved his goal.

He could not help it if his steps were a little heavier than normal. He dropped into his seat with a huff. He flipped through the pages of his ledger with an irritated huff. There was a part of him that wanted to join the family and play a game before they retired to their rooms from the night. If only just to hear what color Penelope decided on. He knew he had a wine-colored pocket square he could wear tomorrow.

Anthony finally focused on his work for the evening and spotted a discrepancy in his sums that helped put everything in order. He finished up his work for the evening when he heard a knock at his door.

"Yes?"

Benedict peeked around the doorframe. "I thought it prudent to know, she has decided on a dark purple."

Anthony tilted his head. He thought about denying his interest instead he settled on nodding. "I think a trip to the tailor may be in order."

"I thought so as well. Would you care for company?"

"I think that may be wise." Anthony nodded.

Anthony stood at the tailor being remeasured for a new waistcoat, vest, and ascot that would be done in time for the Bridgerton ball. Then he looked through the different colors he could use for a pocket square, perhaps a colored ascot.

"You know," Benedict spun on his heel. He folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the shelf of fabrics Anthony was looking at. "I think, perhaps, this color over her would be more accurate to what you might want to wear."

Anthony's eyes flicked towards Benedict, unsure if he should believe his brother or not. "Why this color?"

"Because," Benedict popped a fabric square sample out of his pocket and held it up to the fabric bolt. "It matches."

"Do I want to know how you even came by this?" Anthony sighed.

"Penelope and Eloise left it in the drawing room. I believe they were talking with Mother about the new dresses Penelope had gotten. She wanted to be sure she saved the right dress for Daphne's ball." Benedict's smile was all teeth.

Anthony knew he should be embarrassed, but he gestured for the tailor. "I think a pocket square and a new ascot in these colors? Would it be ready in time for a ball this evening?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Bridgerton. I will have Thomas get started right away and then have them delivered to your home."

"You are most appreciated, Mr. Tully." Anthony nodded in thanks.

Benedict smirked, "I think I like this color as well. Make a set for me?"

"Of course." Mr. Tully nodded as he grabbed the fabric. "Is there anything else?"

"No," Anthony snagged the sleeve of Benedict's jacket and tugged him towards the door. "Thank you."

He waited until they were clear of the shop. Anthony whirled on Benedict. "What was that about?"

Benedict held his hands up, "I just believed it to be a lovely color."

"Fine. Please go check on the ladies at the modiste. I find myself in need of a breath of air."

"Are we not in the fresh air, brother?" Benedict smirked and laughed when Anthony smacked his chest. "I shall ensure they have found their feathers and make it home safely."

"Thank you."

Anthony made it home and shut himself in his study. He needed to get his thoughts together. He found himself, other than doing things like matching his pocket square to Penelope's dress, that he wanted to get to know her better than he had been doing. After tonight's ball, he would ensure he did more talking to her.

It wasn't until his new pieces were delivered from the tailor did Anthony leave his study and headed to his room to get dressed for the evening. He kept quiet as his valet helped him. "Would you mind calling for a quick snack from the kitchens? I have not eaten since this morning."

"Of course, Lord Bridgerton."

Anthony made his way down to the entryway to make sure the carriages were called for, one of the servants carried a half sandwich for him. He ate it quickly before passing the empty plate back to them. "Thank you."

He checked his watch before huffing out a breath. He looked up the stairs. "We will be late if you do not hasten."

"Perhaps being late is the intention?" Benedict offered.

"It is," Eloise answered from the stairs. She flicked at the feather that had been pinned over her ear. "This is insufferable. Wearing a feather hairpiece."

"It is not all that terrible." Penelope chucked as she made her way down the stairs behind Eloise.

Her dress was beautiful. It was the dark purple jewel tone that Benedict had said it would be. But that was not all. There were emerald, incandescent butterflies sewn along the skirt of the dress. Along the bust, creeping up to the capped sleeves, butterflies were there as well. It brought out the blue in her eyes. The feather in her hair had been subtly tucked and pinned so it wound along the back of her hair.

She smiled up at him and Benedict. "I see my fabric swatch that had been pilfered was done so for a reason."

"You say pilfered," Benedict pulled it out from his pocket and he set it on the table, "I say used for fashionable means. It will be waiting upon our return."

Anthony spied that even though Benedict had ordered an identical set of what Anthony had at the tailor, his was now emerald.

"Well, should we get settled into the carriages and on our way to the Patridges?" Violet gestured them out the door and to the carriages.

Anthony sat across from Benedict and Colin. He focused outside the window and barely paid attention to what his brothers were chattering on about.

"I dare say," Colin nudged Benedict's arm with his elbow, "Anthony is so deep in thought he will never resurface. What do you think he could be thinking about?"

"I think it may have to do with someone in the other carriage." Benedict offered with a grin.

"Eloise is a lot to think about. Especially, with the ostrich feather she is wearing."

"Or," Benedict held a finger up. "It could be the fact that our mother is already scheming on who to partner Penelope with at the ball. She made mention of Lord Fife."

Anthony jumped into the conversation at that. "She will not be partnered with Lord Fife."

"How should you suggest for Penelope?" Colin needled.

"It depends on who is in attendance," Anthony grumbled. "And if you mention to Eloise her feather hairpiece resembles any form of an ostrich, she will behead you where you stand. As she should."

Benedict and Colin devolved into peals of laughter.

"To think we are the oldest three of the Bridgertons. You two cannot seem to act any better than Gregory." Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Who would you suggest for Penelope. Perhaps, we could help her?" Benedict soberly asked.

"She would need someone who is quite smart." Colin pointed out. "And they should not begrudge her thirst for knowledge."

"Someone who wants a family?" Benedict offered, but it sounded more like a question.

"Definitely." Colin nodded. "While she and Eloise are the best of friends, Penelope has mentioned in passing that she does not want to be a spinster. She wants a family like …"

Anthony folded his arms over his chest, "Like?"

Colin shared a look with Benedict, and they answered together. "Like ours."

"We should definitely stay away from anyone her mother would pick." Colin chuckled. "So, someone close to our age. I would say forty at the most."

Benedict grinned, seeing where Colin was taking this. "You know, I heard there is a new Lord who was to come into town this season. I wonder if he will make an appearance."

"Lord Sutcliff!" Colin said excitedly. "I met him at Mondrich's. He would be perfect for Penelope. He is kind and comes from a larger family like ours. The only negative I can see as of now, is that he lives quite far. We may never see her again."

"Not acceptable." Anthony gritted out. The carriage jolted to a stop. That goodness. He needed out of this carriage. If they would not have stopped, he would have climbed out a window to get away from his brothers.

He stopped outside of the lady's carriage and offered his hand. Penelope was the first out. Anthony let his thumb brush along the back of her hand slowly. The glove she wore was hardly a wisp of fabric. As she stepped down and out of the way, Anthony took a deep breath of her perfume. Notes of cardamon and vanilla.

"Will you take my hand or move out of the way for my favorite brother?" Eloise snapped.

"Eloise!" Violet said from inside the carriage.

"My apologies, I shall make way for your favorite brother." The sarcasm in Anthony's voice was heavy. It caused Eloise to scoff at him as Benedict helped her from the carriage.

Penelope's laughter caught his attention, "Shall we head inside?"

"Of course." Penelope laced her hand through the arm Anthony offered her. "I take it your ride here was as fun as mine was."

"If you weren't sat with Eloise, I would say my ride was worse, but I know my sister. She can be quite incessant."

"That she is." Penelope nodded as stepped slowly up the stairs behind a much older quartet of attendees. "For some reason, she has decided to help me find potential suitors."

"Well, it appears you have two other Bridgertons attempting to help as well."

"Only two?" Penelope asked as she looked up at him.

"I like to think you can make the best decision for yourself. Should you like my help, I would be happy to give you any information I can to help." Anthony said.

"Perhaps," Penelope said and then stopped. "I am not quite sure what I am truly looking for."

"I have a slight idea. If you would like to hear my thoughts." Anthony subtly guided them forward.

"Sure."

"Family." Anthony looked down at her to confirm. Once she nodded, he continued. "I do think having the freedom to pursue your hobbies, education, and the ability to go to shops yourself should you wish to. I have noticed you enjoy being able to go out and not expect maids to do that for you."

"Yes, to all."

"I think you wish for someone who could care and love you, but you want to be able to offer as much to him. I don't suspect that you only want a husband to have children. You want a husband to have a relationship with him. You want someone you can grow old with as a loving partner." Anthony felt his cheeks heat up.

He was describing what he had hoped for as well. He would not tell her that, but it was true. There needed to be a sense of freedom for both husband and wife. He would have his interests, like horses. It was a passion he was able to nurture while keeping up with his responsibilities as Viscount.

"Anthony," Penelope stepped in closer to him. The heat of her body leached into his. "I think you are far more perceptive than people give you credit for."

"Not everyone bothers to get to know me," Anthony said softly.

"Well, I am sure in the coming days I hope to continue getting to know you." Penelope smiled.

As they stepped into the main room, Penelope let her hand drop from Anthony's arm. She grabbed a dance card and looped it over her wrist. She started to make her way around the room. Anthony did the same.

"Anthony."

"Yes, mother."

"What was it that had you and Penelope so deep in conversation?"

"I asked her what she was looking for in a potential suitor. If we are sponsoring her, we do need to do our best to help her find a match." Anthony ignored the baffled look on his mother's face. "That is the purpose, is it not?"

"Of course it is." Violet nodded. "I suspected, well I am sure what I suspected does not matter. Have you come up with anyone suitable?"

Anthony shook his head. "Not as of yet. I'm sure there will be more gentlemen attending balls per their schedule's allowance."

Violet hummed under her breath. "Well, in the meantime I do believe she is supporting that wall quite wonderfully."

"I will go speak with her. Sign her dance card."

"Yes, please do." Violet smiled at him.

Anthony skirted around a few overzealous ladies, using Eloise as an excuse. He stopped next to Penelope and grabbed her dance card. He wrote his name in for the first dance. Penelope laughed at him.

"What?"

"Were you planning on asking, Lord Bridgerton?" Penelope teased.

"Oh, what was I thinking, Miss Featherington? Would you mind sharing a dance with me tonight?" Anthony grinned.

"I would love to dance with you." Penelope shook her head, clearly amused by him.

"While we wait," Anthony stared, "Has anyone caught your interest?"

Penelope pinned him with a deliberate look. Her tongue peeked out just before she bit her lip. He watched the way her eyes traveled down his body. Slow, but purposeful. When her eyes passed back up she smirked. "I was unaware you were a fan of more elaborate colors. The purple looks fetching on you."

"I can say the same for you. You look beautiful tonight, Miss Featherington." Anthony felt like he was fighting to catch his breath.

The sounds of the strings warming up jarred them both from the spell they found themselves under.

"I believe that is our cue." Anthony offered his arm and Penelope took it. "I must say, the one thing I am thankful for is the most intimate dances at the Patridge ball are first."

"It is because Lady Patridge tires easily," Penelope said absently. "She loves to dance but cannot always make it to the end of the night."

As they started dancing Anthony held Penelope closer to him than was socially acceptable. He wanted, needed to hold her as close as he could, for as long as he had. He glanced over Penelope's shoulder and saw Lady Patridge dancing with Lord Patridge. They were smiling so sweetly at each other that it made his heart ache.

"That is the kind of love I hope to one day have," Penelope admitted softly.

"They are happy," Anthony observed.

They didn't speak with each other as they moved around the dance floor in a series of twirls, slight lifts, and shared smiles. It wasn't until the end of the dance that Anthony asked, "Who is it that has gained your favor?"

Penelope bowed her head in thanks for the dance. "Thank you, Lord Bridgerton."

After their dance, Anthony was put to the task of trying to entice Eloise into dancing with a gentleman. If she did tonight, the next ball was hers to decide if she danced with anyone or hung back with Benedict as she was prone to doing.

Benedict approached him with a grin full of teeth, "What is it, brother?"

"I do believe Lord Sutcliff has taken a liking to Penelope."

"What?" Anthony looked around the room to locate Penelope. Once he did, he watched as Penelope laughed at whatever he had said to her. She pressed her gloved hand to his arm. A finger dragged down to his elbow. When he leaned in and whispered into her ear, she smiled widely at him. She shyly held her wrist out for him to sign his name to her dance card. He felt his jaw tick.

"I," Anthony stumbled over his words. He felt an angry heat spread through his chest. The longer he watched the pair together, the more intense the feeling became. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to pull Penelope away from this man. He wanted to show her that no one would ever be good enough for her. He gripped the pocket square and his jacket in a tight fist. The material wrinkling from the force.

"You look as though you wish to fight him, Ant." Benedict turned to block them dancing from Anthony's view. "What is going on in your head."

"I," Anthony shook his head. "She …"

"Use your words, Ant," Benedict said softly.

"There are none." Anthony yanked the purple pocket square and tossed it on the floor. He didn't stop to explain where he was going. He knew Benedict would understand. He wanted badly to step between the pair. But he knew what that would me. For her, for him, and for their family.

He sat in silence in the carriage on the ride home. It hurt to see her with another man. Even if they had just met, it felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. Those dances, those smiles, they were all meant for him. Yet, she was sharing them with Sutcliff.

Anthony knew that Penelope would never be his. She couldn't. Not with the fact that she was being sponsored by them for a season. There would be far too many questions about the impropriety of their relationship. It would ruin her reputation. He could never do that to her. No matter what he may want from her.

He sat by himself in his study. He sipped on one tumbler of brandy before he took to staring out the window. There wasn't much to see. Faint, flickering lights from the lamps on passing carriages. He ignored the sounds of everyone coming home hours later. They all separated to their rooms.

Once the house quieted again, He finally stood up from his desk. He stopped when he realized Penelope was standing just outside his study, still in her dress, as if she had been waiting for him to come out.

"Penelope."

"You left early." She stepped forward, pushing him back.

"I did. You should get to sleep." Antony turned back to his office but stopped with the feeling of her hand on his. Her bare hand.

"Please don't do this."

"Do what, Penelope?" He forced himself to keep looking into his office. If he looked at her, he didn't think he could stop himself from doing what had been on his mind since he got home. He needed just one taste. Then he would be able to let her go.

"Stop feeling."

"If I don't, then I won't be able to stop," Anthony admitted.

Penelope stepped closer. She set her hands on Anthony's shoulders. "Stop what, Anthony?"

He spun around to face her. He reached out, placing one hand on her cheek and the other on her neck. "I won't be able to stop myself."

"Then don't." Penelope surged up to meet him.

Her lips were soft, and plush. Once he started, he never wanted to stop. The gentle brush of his lips over hers changed when she let out a whisper of a moan.

He slid one hand to the back of her neck, the other dropped to the small of her back. He pulled her impossibly closer. She was so hot against him. He was drowning in the feeling of having her here, and the scent of her. When he dipped his tongue past her lips, she tasted like honey.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, keeping him where she wanted him. Anthony let her. He would do anything for her. In this moment and the next, she was everything he could ever need. It was why he pulled away from her lips, dropping feather-light kisses down her neck, and eventually pulled back from her.

They were both fighting for air.

Penelope pressed her fingers to her lips and she met his eyes. "I should go before someone sees me."

"Yes," Anthony nodded. He darted in for one last kiss. "Goodnight, Penelope."

"Goodnight."

He watched her check for anyone lingering in the hallway before she slipped out of his study and down the hallway. He listened until the house grew quiet once again. He walked slowly to his room.

One taste of Penelope Featherington was never going to be enough.

Chapter 6

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Dearest Reader,

Let it be said, that a ball has never gone to pass without one deliciously exciting moment occurring. Last night at the Patridge ball did not disappoint. Miss Penelope Featherington secured a dance with Lord Bridgerton. Or should I say it was the other way around? I do believe it was he who approached her.

Lord Sutcliff has joined the season from Scotland. He has caught the eye of many ladies. He danced all five dances, each with a different lady. He thoroughly enchanted all he spoke with. And gained the ire of many of the men of the Ton. I dare say, he even gained the ire of Miss Cressida Cowper. He decided to turn away from her approach and instead focus on Miss Elisbeth Thompson.

I do enjoy any ball held by Lord and Lady Patridge. There is something wonderful about a love that has lasted as long as theirs has. It is a goal I believe each of us should strive to reach.

Until the next ball,

Lady Whistledown

Rest was not in Anthony's cards after being able to taste Penelope's lips. He lay in bed, having skipped breakfast because he could not calm his racing thoughts. He was afraid of what might happen if he were to see Penelope. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to spend his day with no one but her. There were so many things he wanted to get to know about her. He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to hear her breath catch when he touched her just so. He wanted to taste her on his tongue and savor that until he was to fall back to sleep.

He felt his body warm at the thought of it. He had flung his bedsheets back when he heard Benedict's favored knock at his door. Overly loud and annoying. He hurried to the door and jerked the door open.

"Yes?"

"Ah, you are alive." Benedict grinned.

"Yes." Anthony folded his arms over his bare chest.

"And do you plan on joining the rest of the family?" Benedict asked.

"Yes, eventually."

"I think you should join quickly." Benedict nodded as if he had the best idea in the world.

"What has happened?" Anthony spun around and searched through his wardrobe for appropriate attire.

"Penelope received a letter from her mother." Benedict's smile dropped into a frown. "She has been quiet since reading it. I suspect you may be the only person who will get her to speak about its contents."

"Shouldn't you have begun with that?" Anthony nearly growled out. He rushed through getting prepared for the day. He did not bother with his hair. He knew it was likely a mess. It did not matter. Penelope needed support.

"Ant." Benedict reached out to fix the buttons on his vest. "She just seems morose. She wasn't brought to tears. She did not grow angry. Take a moment to breathe. I know you care for her, and when you care for someone, you care with your whole being. But perhaps, take it slowly with Penelope. There is so much happening that we are not privy to. You mustn't scare her off."

"I wish," Anthony's voice broke. He looked up at the ceiling.

"What is it you wish, Ant?" Benedict said softly.

"I wish for her to have what we all have. We can not change the past, but we can make a difference now." Anthony admitted.

Benedict grasped Anthony's shoulders, "Then we will show her."

Anthony nodded. He stepped around Benedict and followed the sound of his family. They were in the drawing room. Penelope was sat off to the side, looking out the window. A crumpled piece of paper in her hand.

His mother met his gaze. She frowned and he recognized the look. It was one she had shared with him when one of her children refused to speak with her, but they might speak with Anthony if he tried. He did what he had for the rest of the siblings. He approached quietly and sat next to Penelope. She glanced at him briefly and then focused back outside the window.

"Pen, what has happened."

It felt like hours had passed while he waited for Penelope to answer him. When she did, it was barely a whisper.

"She has heard news of your attention." Penelope passed the letter to Anthony.

He flatted the paper out and began to read.

Penelope,

A Viscount? We do know he only spent time with you out of duty. You are his ward. That is all you will ever be. Aim for a gentleman of your status. Perhaps you will gain the attention of an older gentleman. One who only wishes for someone to warm their bed. Stop with your foolish hopes and dreams. That is all they are and all they will ever be.

"Penelope." Anthony felt his heartbreak with the careless, cruel words from her mother. She hadn't even signed the letter. Lest she sign a letter so vile, she would be shamed if anyone other than Penelope had read it.

"She is right you know," Penelope uttered. "I should aim for someone befitting of me."

"I agree, you should," Anthony said. At her devastated look, he continued speaking. "You should expect to marry a man who treats you kindly, and justly, and is in love with you, as you are with him. You should reach for the man who makes you laugh, comforts you in your time of need, and pushes you to be the best version of yourself there is."

Penelope pressed a gloved hand to her mouth, "Oh, Anthony."

"You deserve the world, Penelope Featherington. If your mother can not recognize the treasure you are, then that is her loss. It is the gain of the Bridgertons. You are wonderous. You are kind." Anthony reached out and grasped her hand in his. "You are beautiful. If you will let me, I will dispose of this letter. Then I will make sure the rest of the Ton realizes what every person in the room has realized."

"And what is it that you have realized?"

Anthony Reached out to tuck an errant curl behind her ear. His voice was barely a whisper as he answered her question."That you are perfect as you are, Penelope Featherington."

Penelope's eyes filled with tears. He was unsure if they were tears mourning her mother, or rejoicing in what she found in the Bridgerton home. He hoped that it was the latter.

"How do you propose we make other people realize this?"

"You leave that to me." Anthony stood up from his seat. "You, take the afternoon to rest, relax, or even take Eloise to the shops to purchase books, quills, a new dress. Whatever catches your eye. Every person deserves to treat themselves. Today is your day."

"Thank you, Anthony."

"You are welcome." Anthony squeezed her hand before letting it fall to the skirt of her dress. "Now, I believe you have shopping to do?"

"Yes."

Penelope's smile was small, but the fact that it was his words that put it there, gave Anthony hope. He watched as Penelope moved to speak to Eloise. He waited until they had left the drawing-room before gesturing to Benedict. He would need someone gentler than he could ever be.

Anthony spent the afternoon and early evening in his study. Interspersed with his normal duties, he volleyed ideas of how they could make sure Penelope understood her value and worth with Benedict. Soon, Colin joined them. Then in the evening before dinner, Eloise entered the room. She leaned against the doorway with a wry smile on her lips.

"Whatever it is that you said to Penelope, I thank you for it brother." Eloise tapped on the door frame. "She seemed to regain her smile."

Anthony smiled at his sister.

"It could have also been due to the fact you bought her and me three new books a piece, sweets, and new quills," Eloise said over her shoulder as she left the men themselves.

Benedict pressed his lips together to smother his laughter. Colin turned away from Anthony so he would not see his reaction. Anthony took a deep breath. He did say to take Eloise and for both to treat themselves.

"Brother, did you give Eloise carte blanche to spend your money?" Benedict asked.

"No," Anthony shook his head. "I gave Penelope the idea. I believe Eloise found a way to take advantage of that."

"You had to realize she would have." Colin chuckled.

Anthony opened his mouth to speak but stopped at the sound of Penelope's laughter traveling down the hallway. "I think it may have been worth it."

"I am in full agreement." Benedict slid down in his chair and focused on Anthony. "Now, what is it you expect of us?"

"I need your help." Anthony gave a broad idea of what the letter from her mother had said. He didn't want to give details, as it was now between him and the flames of his study fire. Anthony already knew what he wanted to do for Penelope. He hoped Benedict and Colin would have their own ideas. The only person who didn't need to know was Eloise. She would serve as the distraction.

Penelope still appeared pale at dinner, but her spirits had appeared to have returned. Anthony kept quiet throughout the dinner. Anytime he was this near to Penelope, it was hard to think of anything but her. He wondered how badly it would look if he would get caught in her chambers later that evening. He needed to be sure everything that he had seen today wasn't just her putting on a face to make sure no one worried any further over her.

"Penelope, dearest, I wondered if I could ask a favor of you," Violet asked.

"Of course." Penelope set her napkin down and turned the entirety of her focus to her.

"Since Eloise is not yet interested in helping plan a ball, perhaps you wouldn't mind assisting me?" Violet asked.

Anthony sent a small smile down the table to his mother. He knew requesting her help in making sure Penelope felt cared for and included, that this was the exact task she would ask of Penelope. Especially, after Penelope expressed how she helped her own mother and the enjoyment she got out of it.

"I would love to," Penelope answered without hesitation. She looked over at Eloise, "That is if you do not mind?"

"Oh, you can help Mama and all her planning as much as you would like to, Pen. We all know that if I were to help, there would be men with the dance cards." Eloise shrugged.

"That is settled then. I'll fetch you one day after lunch, and we can begin." Violet moved back to her food.

The rest of dinner was spent in quiet conversation. It made Anthony feel good that he, along with his family, pulled Penelope out of the darkness her mother draped over her this morning. She giggled at Gregory and Hyacinth tossing peas at each other. Once they caught on to their effect on Penelope, they acted even more lively.

"She looks much better from this morning," Benedict commented quietly enough only Anthony heard him.

Anthony nodded, "she does."

"Contrary to popular belief," Benedict smirked over his glass of wine, "Anthony Benedict does have a heart."

Anthony scoffed.

"Truly, I do not think you get enough credit for how kind you are. I think people only get to see Anthony the Viscount, while the rest of us get to see Anthony the brother." Benedict's eyes widened, "Well, all except a certain redhead. She gets to see Anthony the man."

"Please," Anthony would have buried his face in his hands if he had been anywhere but at a table with his family. "Never utter the words, 'Anthony the man' again."

"Now you know I can not do that." Benedict's grinned widely at him.

While the rest of the family shifted into the sitting room, Anthony moved to his study. He had been remiss in attending to all his duties while Penelope was here. He laid his jacket over the back of his chair and rolled his sleeves up. He flipped through the reports he had gotten from his tenets and their crop yields. He was pleased to see that the new rotation system they had implemented in the previous few years was starting to see positive impacts.

He would need to plan out some time to visit across holdings. He liked to make sure they all knew he was more than a name. He liked to know their names and how he could help them when they needed it.

A soft knock sounded at the door. He shuffled around the desk to open it. He smiled down at Penelope.

"Pen."

"Anthony."

She didn't even bother asking for permission to come into the study. She stepped around him and took a seat at his desk. Anthony grinned. He left the door open and turned around to sit across from her.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Much better than I felt this morning." Penelope tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "I am not quite sure how you did it but thank you."

"You have nothing to thank me for." Anthony leaned back in his seat and folded his arms over his chest. He watched the way Penelope's eyes traced the muscles of his arms. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the edge of his desk. Penelope's eyes tracked that movement as well.

"Well, I am." Penelope stood abruptly. "I should get some rest."

Anthony stood up and followed her. Before she could get to the door, he reached over her and shut it. "Pen."

"We should not be here with the door closed," Penelope whispered.

"No one will be in this corridor at this time of the night." Anthony leaned down, his nose brushing the crown of her hair. She smelled of vanilla, cinnamon, and the faintest of floral notes. When she turned and placed her hand against his chest, Anthony took a deep breath.

"Did you mean it?" Penelope asked.

"Did I mean it when I said I found you to be wonderous? That I find you to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen?" Anthony placed a finger beneath her chin and urged her to meet his eyes. His thumb traced just below her lip. His heart slammed against his chest with the way her lips parted and her eyes shuttered. "I meant every word."

Anthony was surprised when Penelope reached up and tugged his mouth to hers. With his hands at Penelope's waist, Anthony pulled her against him. The soft curves of her body molded against the muscle of his. His heart raced. She brushed their lips together. Her lips dropped open, and Anthony took that as encouragement. He took control of the kiss, and he stepped forward, he pushed her against the door. He angled her head back and he dipped his tongue into her mouth, brushing and tasting all that he could of her.

It would never be enough. Every bit of her that Anthony got to touch, to taste, he wanted to have more of her. He needed to show her how beautiful she was to him. He wanted to worship every inch of her body. All he could give her now was this kiss.

"Anthony," Penelope's breath turned into a groan at the feeling of Anthony's teeth teasing the fragile skin of her neck. Her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck. The sharp pull sent a flurry of sensation down Anthony's spine. He hadn't known a simple touch would elicit such a delicious response, but he would let Penelope do that however much she wanted.

"Anthony!" Benedict's voice broke through the haze of lust Penelope had weaved over them.

"Fuck," Anthony pulled away from Penelope and gestured for her to move out of sight. He forced himself not to stare at her swollen, red lips. If he kept looking, he would have forgotten Benedict was outside the study hissing his name.

"What?" Anthony growled out as he swung the door open.

"If I do this for you, you owe me." Benedict wiped a hand over his face.

"Do what?" Anthony asked.

"Mother is on her way." Benedict peeked around the door and nodded for Penelope to hurry. "We need to get her out of here, and you have a situation I suggest sitting behind your desk lest you wish to traumatize our poor mother."

Anthony's eyes widened. He knew he should have felt embarrassed about getting caught by his brother with proof of his lust and feelings for Penelope, but he didn't. He watched as she licked her lips. She pressed a hand to her chest. Her skin had grown flushed; her eyes were blown wide with desire.

God, he wasn't alone in this. There was something so magnetic about Penelope he didn't want to let himself be pulled away.

Since Anthony couldn't, Benedict gestured for Penelope to make haste. On her way past, Anthony reached out to grasp her hand in his. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Sleep well, darling."

Penelope smiled at him. She followed Benedict without question. Anthony propped the door the rest of the way open and darted around his desk. He flipped to a random page in the ledger and faked his interest in the information before him. In truth, he was not sure what he was reading. He was focused on getting his breathing under control.

Everything they were doing was wrong. Penelope was their, his, ward. He was risking the standing of his entire family by pursuing Penelope as he was. And Anthony knew himself. He would not be able to keep his feelings for Penelope away from his mother. Once she knew, she would insist Penelope be sent back to her mother. He could not stomach the thought of that. He would never let Penelope face the horror of her mother ever again

Notes:

I apologize for such a lengthy delay in posting! I am in the middle of moving from one end of the state to the other (five hours). And I had to drive down multiple times for doctor appointments. Then I had a BIG health scare that required a LOT of testing, which also meant a LOT of traveling. I got all results today and thankfully I am good :) And I'll be in my new place this weekend!

Chapter 7

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Anthony woke early, had a quick breakfast, and made his way to the stables. He needed room to think. If he tried to, anywhere near Penelope, his mind would fall back to his study last night. The feeling of her pressed against him clouded his every thought. The way she took him entirely by surprise, surging up to take the kiss that she craved. She was wholly different from any woman he had ever been with.

He waved off the stable hand and went through the motions of preparing his horse. It soothed his racing mind. Once he had Jack saddled, he double-checked the stable doors were open for him, and he nodded to Will in thanks. The young man had a way of knowing where he was needed and where he was not. He never pushed Anthony out of the way when Anthony insisted on mucking the stall and caring for Jack or the rest of the horses. He understood Anthony's love for horses and indulged in sharing knowledge when Anthony found a gap in his own.

Stepping up and settling on the saddle, Anthony urged Jack forward and out across the grounds. He needed to find a solution for Penelope. He was risking the Bridgerton name by keeping Penelope in his home. Especially, with the way he couldn't seem to stay away from her. Their attraction was far more magnetic than anything Anthony had with any other woman. With Sienna, it was the excitement of sneaking around. Of seeing how far they could push each other until one of them broke. Every other woman, it was as if they were blurry from the passage of time. He didn't remember or need to remember them. Not with Penelope in his life.

There were options. All of which would be viewed a certain way by the Ton. If she remained, and they kept up with their secret affair and got caught? It would spell ruin for all the Bridgertons. It would damn the chances of Eloise, Francesca, and Hyacinth to secure a worthy marriage. He could see if Daphne and Simon would be willing to take her on. He would ensure she would be provided for. It would still be clear to the rest of the Ton that something had happened in the home, and she needed to leave. The rumors could damage Penelope's reputation. Anthony would be fine with the fallout that would be associated with him not being able to provide for a ward.

He pushed Jack harder and felt the bite of the air against his cheeks. He hadn't realized where he had been riding towards until the Duke of Hastings' home rose before him. He slowed to let Jack cool as he approached. He had barely set foot on the ground when the door opened. Daphne stepped out, her head tilted and Auggie in her arms.

"Anthony."

Anthony held out an arm hugged his sister and pressed a kiss to Auggie's cheek. "Sister."

"Not that I do not appreciate the visit," Daphne guided him inside. "But this is unexpected."

"I did not realize this was where I was going until I got here. My apologies." Anthony clasped his hands together behind him.

"Well, since you are here, I will take the chance of sitting for tea with my eldest brother. It has been far too long since it was just a visit with you and me." Daphne smiled at him as they walked.

The sitting room in her home was large, littered with Auggie's toys, and very clearly lived in. Exactly the sort of home Anthony wished for, for himself once he married. His mind immediately substituted little red-headed versions of him and Penelope running after each other. The joyous laughter echoed through the hallways. How he wanted that more than anything. He just wasn't sure how to get that.

"And how is little Auggie?" Anthony asked as he settled onto one of the couches across from Daphne's chosen seat.

"Oh, he is wonderful. He reminds me a lot of Gregory. A bit of a terror, but so curious with what is going on around him." Daphne answered.

"I pray for you, sister. Gregory, as kind as he is, turned into quite a hellion." Anthony chuckled.

"Isn't that all men?" Daphne pointed out.

They sat quietly until tea was served. Anthony sipped on his tea and tried to determine the best way to talk to Daphne about the situation.

"How is having Penelope Featherington in the home? She has been featured in Lady Whistledown recently. I was not sure how much I should believe." Daphne raised a brow over the rim of her cup.

"She has been a great addition to the home. Mother has someone actually interested in planning the ball with her. Which showed the rest of the siblings how much work goes into the preparations you and mother put into the events."

"Ah, so they thought it magic that it all came together." Daphne hummed under her breath. "I had a feeling that's what Eloise thought."

Anthony grinned. "Having Pen around has seemed to ground, Eloise. Which she needs from time to time."

"Pen?" Daphne looked like the cat who caught the canary. Anthony sputtered, but his sister took mercy on him. "So, the articles in Whistledown were being truthful."

Anthony scratched the back of his neck and kept his eyes focused on the rug. "I need your advice, Daphne."

"My advice?" Daphne sounded shocked by the admission.

"Yes." Anthony was entirely unsure of how to broach the topic. He was thankful for Daphne's patience. "I am not sure how to get these words out. I feel like once I say them, they are the kind of words I can not take back."

"Ant," Daphne said softly. "Did you do something?"

"No," Anthony shook his head. "Yes. But no."

"I shall rephrase. Did you ruin her?" Daphne asked.

Anthony felt his eyes fill with tears. "From the eyes of the Ton? Yes. But I only kissed her. That was it."

"But you want more?" Daphne surmised.

"I want it all, Daph," Anthony admitted just above a whisper. "I want her to be my wife."

Daphne stood up and crossed over to sit next to him. She grabbed his hand. "Oh, Ant."

"I am a terrible man. She is my ward, and I took advantage."

Daphne barked out a laugh. "I doubt that very much. Penelope Featherington may be a Wallflower, but she is far more cunning than people give her credit for. She nearly had Simon in tears once. He wouldn't tell me all the details, but he now adores her for how much she cared for me."

Anthony smiled down at his hands. "She is. Cunning, wonderful, intelligent, and beautiful."

"It sounds to me like you know your feelings. What advice can I give you?" Daphne asked.

"I can not pursue a courtship with her under the Bridgerton roof. It would ruin her and then our sisters' futures. I refuse to send her back to her mother. I don't have any other options. To carry on in secret? Neither of us deserve that. Even if I wait until next season, there's no guarantee someone would host her for the season."

"She could stay with Simon and I." Daphne offered. When Anthony went to object she shushed him. "No, listen. All the rest of the Ton knows is that the Bridgertons have agreed to sponsor her for the season. Despite the Hastings' name, I am still part of the Bridgerton family. She is being sent here for practical education on how to run a large home and to plan social events."

"Do you think that will work?" Anthony asked.

"There will be talk," Daphne admitted. "But, it will have less of an impact than if you were to attempt courting her while you both live under the same roof. Penelope can handle talk. She has her whole life. Our sisters, are tougher than you give them credit for. They can handle it as well. Plus, Mother and I both have a secret weapon."

"What's that?"

"Who. That is the correct question. And that is Lady Agatha Danbury." Daphne smiled. "We will have this handled. And you will have the chance to prove to Penelope why you are the best match for her."

"If you are sure Simon would be okay with having her here."

"Of course he will be." Daphne pressed her lips together. "You need to persuade her this is the right move. Not because you want her out of the home, but you need her so you can pursue her with the least amount of drama."

Anthony nodded, "I will need a few days to tell her and mother of the reasons. I do not want either of them to be taken by surprise."

"By the end of the week, I will send the invitation, unless you send word I should not." Daphne offered.

"Thank you Daph," Anthony wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You have no idea of how much this means to me."

"I have an idea." Daphne chuckled. "Now, would you like the stay for dinner or make your way back to see, Pen and let her know of the plans?"

"I should like to go back. Not that I don't wish to spend more time with you."

"I would have been shocked if you wished to stay." Daphne stood and scooped Auggie up off the floor. "Let us walk you out. I will inform Simon of our impending guest and start getting her room prepared."

Anthony grasped Daphne's hands in his, then pulled her towards him in a tight hug, Auggie sandwiched between them.

"Thank you. You do not have any idea how much this means to me."

"Ant," Daphne pressed a kiss to his cheek. "The fact that you are so worried, afraid of how this could affect everyone, especially Penelope, tells me how much she means to you."

Anthony pressed a hand to his chest, "I think, I know, this is different."

"Well, I think it is time for you to head home before Mother and the girls start to worry about where you have been all day." Daphne nudged him forward. "I'm sure the men haven't even noticed."

"Oh, Benedict will have. And I will never hear the end of it." Anthony headed towards his horse that had been prepared. "Should I tell Mother you and Auggie will be visiting soon?"

"Yes," Daphne shifted Auggie on her hip. "I need to put Auggie down for a rest and I need a few moments of peace."

Anthony laughed at his sister before kicking off and heading home.

It had grown dark by the time Anthony made it back. He was in no state to be in the company of anyone. He needed a bath to wash the scent of horse, sweat, and dirt off of him. He nodded to Humbolt as he stepped in. He could hear everyone in the drawing room and he was going to take advantage of that.

"If my mother asks, I have returned and need to clean up before I am fit for company."

"Yes, Lord Bridgerton."

Anthony wasted little time getting himself cleaned up. He was getting redressed when there were three soft knocks. He stepped into his pants and slipped on a shirt. It hung open, but he knew that it would be Benedict. He never got a moment's peace when his brother was amused by him.

"Yes, Benedict?" Anthony asked as he tugged the door open. He stopped short when Penelope stared at him. Her lips parted and her eyes tracked from his face, down his chest to his navel, then slowly back up.

Anthony leaned out the door to double-check they were alone before he tugged her into the room with him. He leaned down to capture his lower lip between his. He blindly reached out to shut the door. His hand curled around the back of her neck and his other trailed up her side, dancing along the curve of her waist, the swell of her breast, and he let his fingertips dance over the flushed skin of her chest.

"Anthony," Penelope breathed out.

"Pen," Anthony whispered back as he tugged her closer. He knew she would be able to feel the effect she had on him. Just a few kisses, the heat of her against him, it was enough that he was close to losing control.

"I," Penelope started but stopped when Anthony urged her head back so he could taste the delicate skin of her neck.

"If I could mark you as mine, for all the world to see, I would do so right now," Anthony admitted out loud. He took a deep breath and pulled back, just enough to get some room to think. "I need to speak with you. An idea I had."

"Okay? Is that where you were today?"

"Yes," Anthony nodded. "But I think we need a chaperone for the conversation. Because as you can see, I have a problem keeping my hands to myself."

Penelope bit her lip and smiled up at him. The playful glint in her eyes showed she knew exactly what that look was doing to him.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "You may wish to fix your hair before Eloise sees you. I would if I had any idea how to."

She chuckled but her hands made quick work of fixing the pins he had jostled loose. "You will send for me when you are ready to speak?"

"Would you mind waiting outside my study?" Anthony nodded. "I assume you have had dinner?"

"Yes, everyone should be in the drawing room. Of course, I shall wait for you."

"I will ask my mother and Benedict to join us." Anthony grasped her hands in his. "Please remember, no matter what you may worry, that you are so very important to me. Even when it may not seem so."

Penelope tilted her head, confused, but she opened the door and checked there was no one lingering in the hallway before she took her leave.

Anthony hurried to dress and walked quickly to the drawing room. He leaned down to speak quietly in his mother's ear.

"Mother, can you meet me in the study? There is something I need to speak with you about privately."

"Is something the matter?" Violet stood up and grasped his arm.

"No, not at all. I wish to do the right thing, and I want to be sure that is what I am doing." Anthony reassured her. "I will ask Benedict to join us as well. Penelope should be there."

"I am doubtful you have done anything wrong, but I shall endeavor to give you the best advice I can." Violet squeezed his arm before she stepped out of the room.

Anthony stepped next to Benedict where he was drawing a lewd picture. "Brother."

Benedict snapped the book shut and his cheeks grew flushed. "And just where have you been all day?"

"If you follow me, you will find out." Anthony nodded towards the door. Benedict didn't bother with any questions as he walked. He hummed under his breath and stopped short when he spotted both Violet and Penelope waiting outside of Anthony's study.

He grabbed Anthony and pulled him to a stop. "What have you done?"

"Nothing," Anthony answered. "I am trying to do what's right?"

"Oh, Ant. If you have done what I am thinking, Eloise is going to murder you and ask me to help hide your body." Benedict swiped a hand over his mouth.

Anthony ignored Benedict and ushered everyone into the office to take a seat. He poured Benedict a bourbon and then from the look his mother sent him, he poured her one as well. Penelope sat with her hands in her lap. Her brilliant blue eyes looked everywhere but at anyone with the last name of Bridgerton.

"I apologize for the nature of bringing everyone together like this, but I felt as though it could not wait for the morrow. I needed to be honest."

Violet took a large swallow of the bourbon and set the glass heavily on the edge of Anthony's desk. She looked between Anthony and Penelope as if she knew the exact reason they had been brought together. "Please explain why we are here."

"Today, when I went on a ride, I found myself at Daphne's home. My mind knew I needed someone to speak the matter with who would be kind, but entirely honest with the ramifications of any action taken." Anthony started to explain. He braced himself and looked directly at Penelope as he spoke, "I have found myself inextricably in want with Penelope Featherington. She has steadily become a friend, and then much more."

"Anthony." Violet set up straighter. Her tone grew sharp.

"We have not acted untoward, Mother. But the fact that I am undeniably drawn to her and find my every waking moment thinking about her, means I need to do what is proper. She is my ward. And as such, courting her would mean ruin for the family. If we waited until next season, there is no guarantee that anyone would sponsor her. We will still face backlash. No matter what we do, but if she were amenable, I would love to spend the rest of my life with her."

Benedict's mouth dropped open in shock.

"And what is it your sister suggested?" Violet asked.

"She offered to sponsor Penelope for the remainder of the season under the guise of Penelope being able to work with her and you, planning upcoming balls. But also, she could learn how the manage a much larger household than what I hold." Anthony explained.

"Before we get too far into the planning," Benedict held up a hand. "Perhaps, it is best if we hear from Penelope."

"I …" Penelope looked at Anthony. "You would want a life with me?"

Anthony skirted around the desk and kneeled before her. He grasped her hand in his. "I would want many lifetimes with you. You occupy my every thought, every breath. When we are apart, all I can think of is what you may be doing. I want to ensure your happiness. I want to encourage you to follow your dreams. I hope that together we can support each other and come to love each other."

"Oh, Anthony." Penelope wiped the tear that had slipped over her cheek. "I want all of that and more."

"Well," Violet smiled at the pair of them. "I believe we should make arrangements with your sister. It would be improper for Penelope to be here, but a few days will make little difference. You both must promise no impropriety will take place.

"Never." Penelope shook her head. "I would never put any of you in that situation.

"I promise," Anthony nodded.

"Penelope," Violet stood from her seat. "Let us take our leave. I'm sure you will need time to speak with Eloise about everything. She may be upset at first, but she will come around."

"She is my dearest friend, I do not know what I would do if she was not able to accept this," Penelope whispered to Violet. She looked back at Anthony and Benedict. "Good night to you both."

Anthony darted forward and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. Knowing full well he was pushing the boundaries in from of his mother and brother. He needed her to know how much he cared for her.

"Good night, Pen." He whispered in her ear.

Anthony watched as Penelope left with his mother and the door shut quietly behind them. He looked over to Benedict who was grinning.

"Not that I don't mind being part of the drama, but why did you include me, brother?" Benedict asked as he sipped his drink.

"She means everything to me, Benedict. Just as you all do. I dread her leaving and understand why it must be so. I still want, with every fiber of my being, to run out of here and follow her up to her room to be with her. She is everything and I will not ruin it because I could not remain proper." Anthony admitted.

"Ah, so you wish me to be sure you do not ruin her." Benedict looked at his brother knowingly. "I am not sure I can, but I will do my utmost to remain in your presence the next few days. If you were to visit her in the dead of night, I shall be asleep. On the other side of the house from her rooms."

"This was quite a gesture, Anthony," Benedict commented. "One that was wholly unexpected. By her reaction, as much as she may not like being apart from you, she may very well be on her way to in love with you, brother."

"I am already there," Anthony admitted softly. He had been, and always will be in love with the future Penelope Bridgerton. It was the best feeling, love. It felt like a warm embrace. A reassuring weight against his chest, holding him close. It was a feeling he never wanted to lose.

Notes:

Happy birthday to me! I'm so glad I could get this chapter up, finally. I'm excited to be back on a regular schedule.

Chapter 8

Notes:

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Dearest Gentlereader,

Do I sense change in the air? Miss Cowper is enamored with her suitor. So much so, I believe we are truly witnessing her true character. A woman filled with happiness and wonder. The lovely Duchess, who had not been seen at Bridgerton house on Grosvenor Square has been spotted in and out with her bundle of joy.

As the Ton prepares for the upcoming balls, I wonder what other courtships will begin and which shall be bound like a beautiful ribbon. So many exciting movements are to come this season. I for one and looking forward to each of them.

Anthony sat watching Penelope. He was dreading this conversation. He did not want her to feel as though he was trying to cast her off. If anything, he hoped that she understood exactly what this was offering them.

"That is why I wish for you to come stay with me, Auggie, and Simon. The ball is coming quickly, and I run a large household. One day, you may do the same. I will need all the help I can take." Daphne explained.

"I should very much like the opportunity." Penelope smiled at Daphne. She cast her eyes down at the table.

"We are trying to be delicate about this, but I believe being direct may be our best course of action?" Violet offered. She turned to face Anthony.

"Pen," Anthony wished he could reach out with a reassuring hand. Crossing that line in front of his mother was something he was not willing to do.

"Yes?" Penelope looked up.

"I asked Daphne if she would be willing to do this for us." Anthony stood up from his seat and paced the length of the table. "I plan to see you every day if I can. For the sake of propriety, having you at Daphne's home allows for me to do what I have been thinking about for weeks."

Penelope tilted her head as she took in what he said. Then her cheeks flushed. The pink hue traveled down her neck and across the tops of her breasts. Anthony wanted nothing more than to shove his sister and mother from the room. He wished to loosen the stays of her dress to see how far down that blush had spread.

"You wish to court me?" Penelope whispered.

Violet and Daphne sent her soft smiles. The wonder in her voice. It was something for everyone to behold. Anthony never thought he would hear something use that tone with him. It made his heart trip and he turned to face Penelope. Dash propriety. In three quick steps, he sat in the seat next to Penelope. He held her hands in his own.

"Very much so." Anthony could not stop the smile that graced his lips. "It will not be easy, as you started as my ward, but I do believe if anyone can manage it. It would be us."

"I do not know what to say." Penelope's eyes filled with tears. Anthony brushed a thumb beneath her eye, catching one that had fallen.

"Please tell me these are happy tears?"

"The happiest." Penelope chuckled. She looked over towards Violet and Daphne. "I can not thank you enough. No one has done what your family has done and is willing to do for me. My own mother did not see a future for me. And each of the Bridgerton's have shown me that I am worth happiness and kindness I do not know what I can do to repay you."

"There is nothing you need to do, dear girl." Violent pressed a hand the her chest.

"Well, there is one thing. Maybe two." Daphne offered.

"Anything," Penelope said.

"You will help Mother and I with the upcoming balls. But I would love to get to know you with the hopes of becoming dear friends." Daphne said.

"That is no hardship." Penelope smiled.

"Well, that settles it." Daphne smiled. "I will have a carriage sent for and have your room packed up. Then we will be on our way after tea."

Penelope looked startled at how soon she would be leaving.

"It must be done," Anthony said softly. "Having you here, after declaring my intentions, would not be proper."

"Oh, I understand." Penelope nodded.

Anthony leaned in closer, so he could speak with her without his mother and sister overhearing him. He let his lips brush against her ear as he spoke. "I do not think I could contain myself or my actions with you so close to me. I wish nothing more than to see where else you blush. I hope to see how many ways I can make you shiver as you did just now. I will visit as often as I can."

"I understand," Penelope said with a small nod. "I suppose I should go speak with Eloise. Then I will make sure all the books I borrowed are returned to their homes in the library."

"You will not be left wanting for literature at my home, Penelope. I believe Simon is as much of an avid reader as you." Daphne stood from the table. "Anthony, I wish to speak with you as well."

"Of course. We can go to my study?" Anthony offered. He trailed his fingers along Penelope's back as he started out the room with Daphne following behind him."

Anthony shared a quick look with his mother. Hoping he could convey exactly how thankful he felt about everything she was willing to endure for his chance at happiness. He knew the risks and the trouble that could cause all his siblings in their quest for love.

Daphne walked quietly by his side. She didn't speak until she was seated across from Anthony.

"I never thought I would see the day that you, dear brother, would have found love in someone so kind as Penelope. I always feared you would end up with someone more conniving and not at all good for you." Daphne confessed to her brother.

"I never thought I would find love," Anthony admitted.

"Well, you have, and we are going to make sure you and Penelope have every chance to explore the connection and possibly marry." Daphne reached across the desk and grasped Anthony's hand in hers. "We will weather the storm. Be it Lady Whistledown or troubling stares at balls. We are Bridgertons."

Anthony squeezed Daphne's hand before letting it go. "Do you have to leave today?"

Daphne pinned Anthony with a knowing look. "Yes. We do. I saw the way you reacted to each other."

A sudden shriek from upstairs made Anthony and Daphne grimace.

"She told Eloise." Daphne shook her head. "Do yourself a favor. Do not let Eloise scare either of you off. Love is an opportunity you should never pass by. It does not knock often, so when it does, you must open the door."

"Well said," Anthony said softly.

"I will leave you to your thoughts."

Anthony watched Daphne leave the study, closing the door behind her without having asked. She was right. He needed a few moments to himself.

He hated the idea that he may be hurting Penelope by sending her to stay with Daphne. He watched as she grew into herself. She became more sure of herself. He watched as her smile returned. He feared that this may cause more harm than good. But he knew he wanted her as his wife. Living under the same roof while courting would prevent that from happening.

She would understand, of that, he had no doubt, but how would it affect her being away from the family that had become hers?

Anthony moved to pour himself a glass of whiskey. This was not how taking Penelope Featherington in was meant to go. He shook his head and focused out the window, taking in the gardens. He thought the most he would have to worry about was Colin getting in over his head with her so near. Instead, Anthony saw their friendship. Colin cared deeply for Penelope, as she did him. They would never be lovers though. Colin's true love was travel and he was not ready to give that up.

Penelope … well she wanted all the things Anthony wanted. He felt a desperate need spread through his body anytime they touched. He found himself wanting to find ways to make her eyes shine. He wanted to be the person who caused her skin to flush that tempting pink.

A soft knock on the door made Anthony stand. The door swung open to reveal Daphen and Penelope.

"You two have a few minutes to yourself. Then Pen and I will be on our way home." Daphne waited for Penelope to step inside and she left the door slightly cracked. Her steps let Anthony know she was giving them a moment of privacy.

"Anthony." Penelope breathed.

"My darling." Anthony moved to her and wrapped her in his arms. "I didn't think you would be leaving so quickly."

"Neither did I."

"I need you to know how much I care for you. I wish it did not have to be this way. You and I separated." Anthony found the words spilling out of his mouth without pause. "But I want to do this right. I want to surprise you during calling hours with gifts. I want the rest of the Ton to know it is you and I. Most of all, I want to know all of you. I want to feel the softness of your skin beneath the roughness of my palms. I want to hear the way your breath catches before every kiss, every touch for the rest of our lives. I wish to know if you want any of this with me."

Penelope inched back to look Anthony in the eye. Her cheeks were red and her chest rose and fell rapidly. "I want everything you have to offer me. You make me feel as though I am beautiful, the only woman in the world who is worthy of your time. I hope to make you crave me as much as I crave you. I want to freely be with you. To have a family with you."

Anthony pulled her to his chest and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "I am sorry to take you away from the family. I am sure Eloise is none too pleased."

Penelope chuckled, "No, she wasn't. She understands though. She did say she was glad it was you out of all the brothers."

Anthony grinned. Eloise always managed to surprise him. "I'll have to ask her about that."

Both of them jumped when Daphne knocked sharply on the closed door. "You have two minutes and then we leave."

Anthony couldn't let Penelope leave without tasting Penelope one last time. He slid a hand behind her neck, his fingers slipped through soft locks of hair. He felt like he towered over her, but gently guided her head back. He slotted their lips together. Once. Twice. Three times. It wouldn't be enough. Penelope melted against him. He urged her closer with a hand at the small of her back. He curled his fingers in the fabric of her dress as she swayed under his ministrations.

The second her lips parted for breath he dipped his tongue into her mouth. He groaned. Honey and tea. Something wholly sweet that was …

Just. For. Him.

He swallowed down a moan that dripped from Penelope's lips. The hand that was in her hair drifted down, along the heated skin of her shoulder, and traced along the edges of her dress down to her breasts. He wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of them in his hands, but he couldn't Not yet. She deserved the world, and he was going to find a way to give it to her.

"Anthony …" Penelope pulled back, her eyes closed and her hand to her heart.

"Pen," Anthony ducked in for one last quick hug. "I shall see you as soon as you are settled in."

"I shall miss you," Penelope admitted.

"I will miss you too. You …" Anthony almost told her how he felt. That she had become a vital part of his world.

A gentle cough broke them apart. Daphne smiled at the pair of them. "We must go, Pen."

"I need to say goodbye to everyone." Penelope pressed a hand to her lips.

"You will see them more than you think," Daphne promised. "I have a feeling I will be hosting Eloise more than I ever have."

Anthony followed them as they made their way to the foyer. Everyone was waiting for them. If Penelope had ever been unsure of her place with the Bridgertons, this would always be a reminder for her. They were all waiting to wish her well as she headed to Daphne's. She had become part of this family. If he was lucky enough, she would be his family for the rest of their lives.