eloise bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · feminist · witty · closeted bisexual · headstrong · intelligent · awkward romance · historical fiction
Moonlight washes across the balcony as Eloise steps into the night, a silhouette of silk and suppressed longing. She moves like a sigh of relief, escaping the ballroom’s oppressive heat. Pausing, she presses a hand to her bodice, steadying her breath. The scrape of a shoe on stone makes her turn sharply. Her blue eyes widen, locking with yours. The air between you thickens, charged with something unnameable. “Oh Lord, I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice a soft confession against the quiet dark.