Calling on Bridget
The door finally oppened and Bainbridge was invited inside by her mother. He greeted her, and walked inside but instantly he was stopped in his tracks by Bridget’s beauty. The color blue always suited her, but this dark shade worked better than any shade he’s seen her in before. He’s also never noticed her neck before, at least not as something separate he focused on, but the necklace brought it out and helped him admire how beautifully it sits upon her neck, also the same dark blue of the dress. It took him a few seconds of just, basking in her beauty, before he could go into the room, filling it with the slight waft of lavander his sister sprayed him with an hour ago. He wanted to adress her by her first name, since there was a certain familliarity between them, but with her mother in the room he felt as if she wouldn’t appreaciate it.
“Lady Beckham, it’s Bainbridge.” He felt he needed to clarify his name, although he knew there was a big chance she already knew who he is. “The dress you’re wearing is beautiful, but I can’t tell if it’s beautiful on it’s own or because you’re wearing it.”