Lady Florence Huntingdon, daughter of the well-known and more importantly, well-respected Earl and Countess Huntingdon is stepping into the 1813 marriage market, in the hopes of finding her match.
Frederick, Duke of Windsor, has just arrived in Lon...
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______________________ Lady Whistledown's SOCIETY PAPERS
One may say modesty is a virtue, yet this author is hardly a virtuous woman. It is therefore my great pleasure to announce the news others questioned, but I never doubted.
The diamond of the season has made her match, officially betrothed to the Duke of Hastings. ______________________
"The Duke of Hastings!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around Daphne and grinning at her, "congratulations! I mean, despite every mama in town being infuriated by the news, I do think that you have accomplished something quite wonderful indeed!"
Daphne chuckles weakly as she looks at me, "yes, we are so... excited."
"Well... I must get going! Frederick asked me to promenade this morning!" I say, standing up and pulling her into yet another hug, "but truly, Daph, congratulations on your engagement..."
"Perhaps I will see you there then," Daphne noted, a weak smile appearing on her face as she turned to look at me, "the Duke and I are to promenade this morning as well... ten o'clock to be more exact."
"Well then, we shall see you there," I say, beaming at her.
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The bride, undoubtedly, is giddy with anticipation over the impending nuptials... an event that will apparently take place sooner rather than later.
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"Oh Frederick, it was wonderful, was it not! Imagine... Daphne and Simon... they will be a wonderful family," I say.
"Well based on the Duke's attendance record this morning, it will be a miracle if he arrives at his own wedding on time," Frederick mutters, "where ever could he be?"
"There he is!" Lady Bridgerton called, smiling widely towards the man in question.
"Well," Lady Danbury calls out, obviously unimpressed by the Duke's appearance. "Do not make haste on our account."
"A most heartfelt congratulations, Your Grace," mama greeted, offering the Duke a small curtsy and nod of the head.
"I look forward to counting you as part of our family," Lady Bridgerton greeted.
