tell me what we are (part one)
part one of eloise x fem!reader story
synopsis: something shifts in the friendship between you and eloise the night you accept a dance from a lord.
a/n: this is inspired by a lovely anon who asked for a story where the reader is the niece of lady danbury, it is a friends to lovers trope between fem!reader and eloise
warnings: just some slight angst near the end but nothing else, at one point the reader is called “miss danbury” as she is the niece but you can imagine it as your own surename instead. i just wanted to keep it obvious to whom the reader is related to as per the request
the ball tonight was filled with ladies and gentlemen of the ton, the extravaganza of design appealing to anyone who dared to look around them.
tonight, you and eloise stood at the corner of the ballroom, watching as cressida cowper wore her most flattering smile at every lord that passed her, though it was easy enough to spot the venom in her eyes at any lady who dared speak to the duke or lord she was trying to seduce.
you bite back a laugh as she pretends to be faint, ever so shyly clutching a lords arm in case she may fall.
“how do they manage to fall for it every time,” eloise says, lips parted in between disgust and shock at the display in front of her.
