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chapter three: 1881words
ELOISE BRIDGERTON WAS DRIVING ME bloody insane. I had been in London for three days and she had not said anything to me since our mild incident in the hallway. Correction she had not said anything directly to me.
For example yesterday at dinner Benedict brought up the fact that Eloise was eating unladylike and she stopped mid-chew looked at me and said, "Well thank you for pointing that out Benedict, now I am going to correct my behaviour so you don't feel insulted when you were just trying to help me," I rolled my eyes at her across the table. Normally I would have let her have it, no one talked to me like that, but I could see the concern in Simon's eyes so I kept my mouth shut.
Simon was unfortunately not present when she made another comment under her breath about a myth Colin was telling Hyacinth. According to Colin, the story was about a pirate who took from the rich to give to the poor but eventually grew vain as he collected more gold. "He was cursed," Colin said to finish off his tale. The room was quiet for a moment, and Eloise took that moment to say "Sounds like someone we know," and flipped the page in her book.
"Eloise Bridgerto-," Daphne started to scold her, but I slammed the book I was holding shut and looked directly at Eloise.
"My family is not cursed, Eloise, contrary to popular belief," it sounded more like a taunt than I had previously intended.
"Oh no it wouldn't be proper for me to say such things about your dear mama and papa," her eyes narrowed, "I was merely talking about you being cursed," she mimicked a curtsy, "Miss Windsor,"
