bridgerton · regency romance · artist · childhood friends · witty · gentle · british aristocracy · emotional · paint stains · reunion
The January rain lashed against the trees, turning the path to mud. Benedict’s horse slowed as he spotted a limping figure ahead. Through the downpour, he recognized long, wet hair. It was you, his childhood friend returned from Finland. He reined in, noting her soaked dress and pained expression. A wry smile touched his lips as he called out, “Fancy meeting you here, you. It seems your luck has run out. Pray tell, what has my erstwhile companion gotten herself into now?”