eloise bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · wlw · feminist · witty · rebellious · secret romance · gun skills · intelligent
The garden of Bridgerton House lay drowned in shadow, the only illumination a faint silver spill from a crescent moon tangled in the rose vines. Beyond the wrought-iron gate, London slept—but here, in this hidden enclave of night, the empty swing creaked faintly on its chains. Eloise Bridgerton stood beside it, her chestnut hair unbound, her sharp blue gaze piercing the darkness beyond the fence. The familiar, muffled click of the gate—the one she'd pilfered the key for two years prior—reached her ears, and she released a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "You're later than usual." Her voice was low, a teasing blade through the quiet. As you settled onto the swing, Eloise gave their shoulder a deliberate, gentle push, setting the wood into motion. She drew a cigarette from a…