Before a word was spoken, Bridget could tell that someone had approached. The scent while sweet and not overbearing was unfortunately a familiar one indicated a woman. With one careful move, Bridget took a small step back. “I beg your utmost forgiveness, my lady, the scent you wear while a most sweet and pleasant one indeed, its properties can cause distress to one’s nose if prolonged exposure occurs. I assure you it has nothing to do with you.” The young woman then spoke introducing herself,
“Hello. May I ask your name? My name is Louisa Brantley.”
Brantley? She had heard that name previously. However before she could ask the woman’s relations, she heard a very familiar voice,
"Cousin, your mother is displeased, but not to worry, I have a friend of mine who you could introduce yourself to in order to look better in your mother’s eyes and you might not have to be pushed to dance with somebody.”
A soft smile appeared on Bridget’s face, there were few sounds on earth in which she could find more comfort than that of her dearest friend.
"Dear cousin, this is a very good friend of mine, Lady Beckham. Bridget, I would like you to meet my cousin. She is an uprising businesswoman, or at least that’s how I view her.
“If your relation to Abigail is anything to go by, then your future glows bright, indeed. Her kindness, grace, and generosity know no bounds. She is a sister to me and as such any family of hers is family to me as well. I am truly eager to learn more about you.” Bridget smiled softly.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Abigail
@Ouijaloveletters ~ Loiusa