WIP #1: Untitled Bridgerton
Info: this is a bridgerton fic i wrote like when the second season had just started. it was supposed to be an anthony bridgerton x oc fic (can be written as an x reader), but as you can see I got halfway through the first chapter. reading it back, there are some details and whatnot that iād change now as well as some details that are canon accurate. if this is something you like, let me know and iāll but it in the running for being rewritten.
Adelaide quite enjoyed summers in the countryside. Things were simpler, easier. She could be free and do as she pleased without the judgmental eye of the ton. At 13, she was expected to start behaving less like a child and more like a young lady. Away from London, she could truly be herself. Spending days sprawled in the luscious meadows around her familyās estate and climbing the magnificent oak trees that sprouted on the property (without her mamaās knowledge of course). In Kent, she could finally be a child.
On this particular day, she sat admiring the garden. The countless varieties of flowers and plants brought her a comfort she did not receive inside the large home. Her peaceful moment of silence was broken by her mama calling her from the porch.
āAdelaide, dear. There are people I would like for you to meet in the drawing room. Please come inside.ā Her motherās soft voice called out.
āYes, mama. I will make my way in soon.ā she replied, turning her head to face her mother.
āNot soon, dear. Now. As a lady, you know it is quite rude to leave your guests waiting.ā Her mother said, with a bit more sternness than before.
Adelaide stood up, a bit exasperated, and smoothed her dress. She made her way towards her mother with a bit of a pout.
Her mother sent her a soft smile, āA lady never pouts, besides Iām sure youāll feel better once you meet our guests.ā She said placing her hands gently on her cheeks. āNow chin up my dear.ā And with that Adelaide followed her mother inside.
The drawing room was a magnificent place, as was the estate. Soft green covered the wall, accompanied by gold moulding. A crystal chandelier hung from the white trimmed ceiling and beautiful mahogany flooring lined the room.
Sitting in the lush chairs, sat a woman her motherās age and two children. The girl looked about her age, give or take a few years, and the boy was several years older. Maybe seventeen. It was clear that they also hailed from high society by the way the composed themselves.
The woman stood to greet your mother, and offered you a warm smile. āHello, dear. You must be Adelaide. A spitting image of your mama when we were young.ā
Her mother smiled brightly, āYes, I do say she could be my twin.ā she said with a chuckle.
The woman laughed before turning back to you. āIām Viscountess Bridgerton, dear. Your mother and I were great friends in our youth.ā
āItās is a pleasure to meet you Lady Bridgerton.ā Adelaide responded, giving a quick curtsy.
āAnd polite as well!ā Lady Bridgerton exclaimed. āWhat a respectable young lady.ā
Adelaide blushed. āThank you Lady Bridgertonā
Lady Bridgerton turned her attention back to the two children on the settee. The two stood up in respect. āThis is my eldest son, Anthony and my daughter Daphne.ā the Viscountess introduced āMy other children are off galavanting with their father but I am certain you shall meet them soon enough.ā
The girl, Daphne gave you a bright smile and gave a polite wave. The boy on the other hand, remained quite stiff but gave a taut nod to the Countess and Adelaide.
āWe have quite the bit of catching up to do, Violet. I am sure Adelaide would not mind giving your two children a tour around the estate, whilst we take the time to do so.ā
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