“ the evening is pleasant . the moon and the breeze may provide you with *some entertainment . but none as enjoyable as I can promise a dance would be .”
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“ wildly ,” a glint of mischief in his eyes , sparked bright enough to match the twinkle of trouble that brewed in hers amongst flecks of silver and gold .
in truth , he would recognise her in a crowd of a thousand ; across any ballroom or soirée . —
“ block you from the terrace ——,” such accusations ! booted feet sliding to the left *dramatically , hand raised to gesture towards the door .
nevertheless , should she choose to leave his ‘ ambush ’ , he could not promise he would not follow . —
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“ i hardly recognised you ,” a coy smile , cobalt flashing as eyes scoped a once over . a diamond , cut from the incandescence of the evening itself .
“ without the unkempt , rogue curls ,” he noted , a vague gesture to her carefully styled hair .
⠀ ❛ violet bridgerton had never wanted
anything. but her true wealth lay in her
wisdom and her love. —— the right
honourable, the dowager viscountess
𝐛 𝐫 𝐢 𝐝 𝐠 𝐞 𝐫 𝐭 𝐨 𝐧.
⠀ ♡⃫.
@SOULADRlFT instead , as he turned to greet the shadow , his eyes caught glimpses of silver . “ miss beckett ,” to greet her , stopping in his tracks . “ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 are up quite late . struggling to sleep? ”
@SOULADRlFT moments before , the artist had snuffed out a cigarette against the decorative rock he’d been perched on , lifting himself back to his feet and dusting off his breeches .
“ eloise ——,” he started , hearing stones move underneath nimble feet , expecting an ambush . but —