— a caller arrives in the form of @truepoet.
"THIS IS GETTING ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS." a incredulous huff & puff from the bridgerton girl (though the flush of her cheeks indicate the total and absolute fib that's coming from her lips). it's been weeks of relentless harrassment from both the poet & her husband (a loose term, used only in legality but respected by both parties) over a simple budding friendship between herself & cressida. a bond forming indeed was not her intention, though found along the way from the horrendous year it has been. never did she think whistledown would come after her as she did, believing her to be somewhat of a free thinker herself — learning that she is penelope came at a shock all of its own. her whole world changing in just a matter of weeks... even eloise struggles to catch up with it all.
the last thought on her mind was striking a chord with cressida cowper of all individuals — the walking model of what the ton wants from young women. but she has more to her than that. a willingness to call elosie out on her own falsehoods and hypocrisy is something much needed. any other feelings that absolutely have not may have arrived post immediate connection has nothing to do with her. "while i appreciate your eagerness to find a secret love match for me as you have for yourself, brother, we both know that the likelihood for any lady of the ton — let alone cressida cowper — to harbour feelings such as those are far from the truth. NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING FROM MY OWN SIDE, to be clear."
