"Somewhere across the sea of time
A love immortal such as mine
Will come to me
Eternally
Return to me
Oh, who is she?"
"Who is she" by I monster
In the Bridgerton house, the peaceful afternoon was suddenly disrupted by Daphne's loud, indignant voice that echoed through the corridors:
"You proposed what to her?! Have you completely lost your mind?"
Anthony, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, tried to calm his sister down, though he was clearly exasperated himself.
"Keep it down, Daphne! Mother might hear," he hissed, hoping that this would at least slow her down.
Daphne turned to him with a look of utter disapproval.
"Maybe she should hear!" she shot back, though she lowered her voice, seeing Anthony's concern. "And by the way, she's right, Ben. What on earth were you thinking when you made that offer to her?"
Benedict, removing his hands from his face, looked at his sister with reproach.
"Look who's talking! As if you haven't made rash decisions yourself," he snapped. "How about your proposal to your wife's sister?"
Anthony flushed and glanced quickly at Kate, who smiled lightly, shrugging as if to say, "He's right; I won't defend you." Anthony sighed and silently asked his wife for forgiveness for reopening old wounds.
Daphne, trying to soften the atmosphere, approached the couch and sighed.
"Alright, let's start over. Who are we even talking about? It's not that lady from the ball, is it? I recall you were ready to propose to her the next morning," she said, recalling the situation from two years ago.
Benedict shook his head, looking lost.
"No, I never found her."
Kate joined the conversation, her voice calm but with a hint of reproach.
"And so you decided to offer another girl to be your mistress?"
"No, of course not!" Benedict exclaimed, clearly feeling cornered. "It's not about the girl from the ball. Honestly, I haven't even thought of her since I met Sophie."
Daphne frowned, her confusion deepening.
"Then what's the reason? Why would you propose to one and then offer something so... indecent to another?"
Anthony, observing the conversation, spoke thoughtfully:
"Could it be because she's a maid?"
"No!" Benedict retorted sharply, his voice trembling with tension. "You all know I couldn't care less about status."
Anthony, seeing that his brother's explanations were not providing the answers he sought, spread his hands in frustration.
"Then I have no choice but to believe you've completely lost your mind!" he exclaimed.
Benedict lowered his head and nervously ran a hand through his hair, struggling to explain his actions as if all his reasoning had suddenly lost its meaning.
"She said she doesn't want to marry," he began with difficulty, his voice sounding confused and somewhat desperate.
Daphne looked at her brother closely, her anger slowly giving way to empathy and understanding. She sighed and, softening her tone, sat down next to Benedict, trying to make sense of what had happened.
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Fanfiction״I fell in love with him at first sight. From the very first day. And I continued to love him always, even when he didn't pay me any attention. I waited and hoped that he would choose me when we grew older. But he chose not me, but my cousin. And my...
