âI know,â she replied. âHeâs not the sort to be cruel. I expect your mother has been hounding him to get married.â
Anthony nodded. Lady Bridgertonâs intentions to see each and every one of her eight offspring happily married were legendary.
âShe likes me,â Penelope said. âYour mother, that is. She canât see beyond that, Iâm afraid. But the truth is, it doesnât matter so much if she likes Colinâs bride.â
âWell, I wouldnât say that, â Anthony mused, sounding not so much like a highly feared and respected viscount and rather more like a well-behaved son. âI shouldnât like to be married to someone my mother didnât like.â He shook his head in a gesture of great awe and respect. âSheâs a force of nature.â
âYour mother or your wife?â
He considered that for about half a second. âBoth.â
They walked for a few moments, and then Penelope blurted out, âColin should go away.â
Anthony eyed her curiously. âI beg your pardon?â
âHe should go away. Travel. Heâs not ready to marry, and your mother wonât be able to restrain herself from pressuring him. She means wellâ¦.â Penelope bit her lip in horror. She hoped the viscount didnât think she was actually criticizing Lady Bridgerton. As far as she was concerned, there was no greater lady in England.
âMy mother always means well,â Anthony said with an indulgent smile. âBut maybe youâre right. Perhaps he should get away. Colin does enjoy travel. Although he did just return from Wales.â
âDid he?â Penelope murmured politely, as if she didnât know perfectly well that heâd been in Wales.
âHere we are,â he said as he nodded his reply. âThis is your house, is it not?â
âYes. Thank you for accompanying me home.â
âIt was my pleasure, I assure you.â
Penelope watched as he left, then she went inside and cried.
The very next day, the following account appeared in Lady Whistledownâs Society Papers :
La, but such excitement yesterday on the front steps of Lady Bridgertonâs residence on Bruton Street!
First, Penelope Featherington was seen in the company of not one, not two, but THREE Bridgerton brothers, surely a heretofore impossible feat for the poor girl, who is rather infamous for her wallflower ways. Sadly (but perhaps predictably) for Miss Featherington, when she finally departed, it was on the arm of the viscount, the only married man in the bunch.
If Miss Featherington were to somehow manage to drag a Bridgerton brother to the altar, it would surely mean the end of the world as we know it, and This Author, who freely admits she would not know heads from tails in such a world, would be forced to resign her post on the spot.
It seemed even Lady Whistledown understood the futility of Penelopeâs feelings for Colin.
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The years drifted by, and somehow, without realizing it, Penelope ceased to be a debutante and found herself sitting with the chaperones, watching her younger sister Felicityâsurely the only Featherington sister blessed with both natural beauty and charmâenjoying her own London seasons.
Colin developed a taste for travel and began to spend more and more time outside of London; it seemed that every few months he was off to some new destination. When he was in town, he always saved a dance and a smile for Penelope, and somehow she managed to pretend that nothing had ever happened, that heâd never declared his distaste for her on a public street, that her dreams had never been shattered.
And when he was in town, which wasnât often, they seemed to settle into an easy, if not terribly deep, friendship. Which was all an almost twenty-eight-year-old spinster could hope for, right?
Unrequited love was never easy, but at least Penelope Featherington was used to it.
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