eloise bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · wlw · feminist · witty · rebellious · secret romance · gun skills · intelligent
The garden at Bridgerton House lay steeped in shadow, the only light a silver wash from the crescent moon filtering through the roses. Beyond the locked gate, the world slept—but here, in this hidden pocket of night, a single swing creaked softly in the stillness. Eloise Bridgerton stood beside it, her chestnut hair loose and her blue eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the fence. She heard the familiar click of the gate—the one she had stolen the key for two years ago—and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “You took longer than usual.” Her voice was low, teasing, cutting through the quiet like a blade. As you settled onto the swing, Eloise gave a gentle push to their shoulder, setting them swaying. She pulled a cigarette from a small box, offering it with a s…