Once she had made it to her bed chamber, with the help of her chambermaid, Bridget’s thoughts had turned to the men who danced with her tonight. Each of them was different in their own way but a good different. There was Lord Finch, hard-working and a perfect gentleman, with whom she had bumped into and briefly danced with, his kindness despite the encounter left her feeling rather happy. Then, of course the ever complimentful, Earl Davis, though she did get a feeling that he had not intended to dance with her at all, but of course she was probably overthinking it. Then came Lord Brantley, the brother of best friend, whom she has known since childhood as well. He was also a perfect gentleman as always, though because she knew him to a degree, that was not what stood out to her, what did was in fact the air of gentleness about him, not treating her as fragile but as though he did not want to hurt her in anyway. She dismissed them from her thoughts as her chambermaid helped her dress for sleep. It would be folly to think of them, any of them as anything more than passing acquaintances. They are looking for good wives, not a stray to take care of. With these dwindling thoughts, Bridget laid down to sleep.
| The Next Day |
Bridget was already up, bathed, and was in the middle of putting on a modest simple gown with some help when her mother walked in. “Thank you, Rose, but I think we should perhaps go with something a little more formal. Not quite as formal as yesterday’s, but…well I think this should suffice.” Bridget tilted her head, “Mama, I do not believe I will have any callers today. Why do you ask me to change?” "Because, my dear, I happen to know there is one who will, her mother replied with a soft sly smile. Before either of them could speak, the butler knocked and after waiting for permission to enter, walked in, "My Lady, a carriage has arrived for you, a gentleman caller by the looks of him at the door. "Thank you, Jeffries, come my dear, I think this will grace your neckline and pair nicely with the gown. After quickly helping her daughter dress and settled her in the drawing room, Bridget’s mother had opened the door to greet Lord Brantley, “Lord Brantley, what a most gracious surprise! Please, do come in, Bridget is in the drawing room.” She swiftly led him to the drawing room where Bridget was waiting, still baffled that someone would actually come to see her.
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