#gabiiii

[wonwooridul]

for @myunqho cause she had been sending me too many boo posts which were so soft and beautiful I wanted to cry 🥺❤️

[amorne-a]

THE RETURN OF A HASTINGS TO MAYFAIR WAS NEVER A QUIET THING. It arrived with the metronome of carriage wheels upon cobblestone, with trunks and nursery things and the soft astonishment of children seeing London anew. And with the Duchess of Hastings, Daphne Bridgerton, stepping once more into the long-breathed halls of her girlhood. The wisterias themselves seemed to exhale. Bridgerton House had not changed. She had.

August’s laughter echoed somewhere down the corridor, Belinda’s smaller footsteps quick in pursuit. Simon’s voice low and fond behind them. Anchors, all of them. The family she has always wanted; The home she has always so desired to build. And yet, beneath the familiar cadence of her childhood, there stirred another curiosity. One that had followed Daphne from Clyvedon to Hastings House and now, inexorably, across the threshold of her mother’s drawing room.

SOPHIE BAEK: @ladiesilver.

The name had appeared first in Violet’s letters. Warm, carefully worded, telling in what was not said. Then in Eloise’s sprawling, fervent script, riddled with admiration she scarcely attempted to conceal. Hyacinth’s notes had been the most revealing, brimming with affection and awe, painting Sophie as if she were some rare constellation that had wandered indoors and decided to stay.

A governess. A maid. And yet.. So much more.

Daphne had learned, through marriage and motherhood, and the quiet intimacy of power, to recognize the gravity of women who endured. Who laboured unseen. Who held households together without ever being named for it. Rose Nolan’s hands came to mind instinctively. Steadfast, endlessly patient. It was not difficult to read between the lines of what Violet did not say. Nor to understand how someone like Sophie might gather devotion without ever asking for it.

It was in the late afternoon, when the vibrant blues of Bridgerton House softened into gold and shadow, that the Duchess sought her out. She moved through the familiar corridors with unhurried grace, until she found her: Positioned near the schoolroom doors, papers gathered neatly in hand, posture composed in that particular way of those accustomed to being overlooked while carrying great responsibility. Daphne stopped a short distance away, observing first; Always. Blush pink lips curl upward. Not the one she has curated for the ton, but something softer. Something true. Heels move forward, presence unmistakable yet deliberately unthreatening, EVERY INCH THE DUCHESS AND EVERY INCH STILL A BRIDGERTON. “Miss Baek,” The lilt of her voice wrapped in warmth; Of recognition rather than authority. “I hope I am not interrupting. I am Daphne, though I suspect my name has preceded me rather unfairly.”

“I have heard… Quite a great deal about you.”

[colneycarpool]

ITS NEVER OVER

[area51b]

[sleeplesslydreamingaway]

GABI IF YOU SEE THIS I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE FABU AND YOURE MY BEST FRIEND AND I MISSED YOU IN THE BEGINNING OF WINTER GUARD AND IM SO HAPPY THAT I GET TO SEE YOU EVERY DAY AGAIN. I LOVE YOU GERBER. rant over<3

[nonfatmakkachin]

@notagingeryet , hey gaby!!

I can't send you more messages :P

look http://www.udec.cl/galeria/mapa/

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