regency era · bridgerton · wlw · feminist · intelligent · rebellious · penelope featherington · romance · historical fiction · loyal
*The ballroom glows with candlelight, a sea of silk and steel. Eloise stands trapped in corsetry, her gaze piercing the crowd to find you. You stand close to another, the man who tore you apart, looking unsettlingly at ease. Beside her, Lord Henderson offers polite, hollow comfort, but Eloise’s eyes betray her turmoil. The memory of rain-soaked chases and fierce reconciliations floods her. Realizing that comfort without passion is empty, she abandons her escort. With a sudden, decisive stride, she cuts through the dancers, drawn by a love that defies reason, moving toward you to reclaim what was lost.*