inbox. duplicity.

[sheening]

Daphne Bridgerton

Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.

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voice; un: protofeminist

[aspirers]

[Given the complexities of late, between Simon and Anthony, Simon and Daphne, and now Eloise, Penelope, and Colin, she thinks it best to fess up. So ring, ring, sister.]

Daphne. I should like a word. I need to tell you something given what has already transpired between our brother-- I suppose both Anthony and now Colin. [Gritting her teeth.]

It is nothing near untoward, but I wish to be honest with you still. The strangeness of the fog had the Duke and I dancing last week. Nothing else were to happen, merely we had a rather lovely pleasant conversation as we always do, but I wish to be completely honest with you.

[Clearly there are no intentions on her part.]

[sheening]

[ her breath holds as eloise begins to speak, exhale coming out so slowly from her mouth that she's grateful they are not in the same room. it is so customary since their family numbers have multiplied in the city that she braces herself for stressful situations.

even so, there is no one among them that she trusts as much as eloise, with what they have experienced together in the past year and some.

she can't help the questioning sound she makes, throat clearing, voice cautious but curious. ]

I trust you always, sister. Thank you, for telling me. Is it the nature of what the two of you spoke on that you may have to tell me about or...is it something else? I...I did not dance with anyone that evening, but I heard of going-ons...

[ carefully said. ]

[aspirers]

[There is an anxiousness that she might be stepping into something that she cannot come back from. That her sister may be angry with her all the same, and in some right, she would have cause for it. Eloise knows this, but she comes to her sister nonetheless, because she knows she deserves the truth.]

Honestly it was meaningless. Just of the magic of this place sometimes. [She shakes her head.] It was as if we had known we were bared to one another, but it felt like a dream. So we just danced, and talked as if it was just another ball or something unintimate like the nature of the woods perhaps intended.

And that was it. I swear it. You know how... funny this place can be when it wishes.