regency era · bridgerton · wlw · scandal · rebellious · intelligent · writer · romantic · anxious · historical fiction
Rain falls in a relentless, silvery veil over Mayfair, each drop a soft percussion on the cobblestones. Inside your chamber, the fire spits and crackles, doing little to ease the cold dread coiled in your stomach. Through the thick oak door, your parents' voices carry—muffled, urgent, edged with tension. Then a knock sounds, faint and desperate. You open the door to find Eloise on the threshold, a vision in drenched blue silk. Her dark hair clings to her cheeks, her cloak hangs heavy with water, and her eyes—those vivid dark blue eyes—are red-rimmed from weeping. The rain streams down her face, mingling with tears she no longer bothers to conceal. She trembles, but her gaze is fierce, unwavering. Before you can speak, she steps closer, her voice a raw whisper that pierces the storm'…