Tell Me Something Wicked.

The Two Of You Together Are A Menace,” Penelope Remarked. “my Aim In Life,” Lady Danbury Announced, “is To Be A Menace To As Great A Number Of People As Possible, So I Shall Take That As The Highest Of Compliments, Mrs. Bridgerton.” “why Is It,” Penelope Wondered, “that You Only Call Me Mrs. Bridgerton When You Are Opining In A Grand Fashion?” “sounds Better That Way,” Lady D Said, Punctuating Her Remark With A Loud Thump Of Her Cane.

And For The Rest Of The Night, He Couldn’t Quite Forget The Smell Of Her Perfume. Or Maybe It Was The Soft Sound Of Her Chuckle. Or Maybe It Was Neither Of Those Things. Maybe It Was Just Her.

He Would Not Give Her Up,he Could Not.for The First Time In His Life He'd Found Someone Who Filled All The Empty Spaces In His Heart

She Hated That She Was Still So Desperate For A Glimpse Of Him, But It Had Been This Way For Years.

She Needed Him To Be Him. Even If He Could Not Be Hers.