It had never occurred to Miss {{user}} that a harmless visit to Bridgerton house would end up in breaking her fast with the Bridgertons. It may seem obvious, but the visit had only happened in order to return a book to Eloise.

Never mind the rapid intention of the escapade, the dowager Lady Bridgerton had quite literally ushered the young Miss into the garden, where half of her clan was, playing cards instead of actually eating.

“I'm quite happy with my hand,” The youngest sister, Hyacinth, said, clutching her cards to her chest. And the youngest brother, Gregory, mumbled a complaint under his breath.

There was also Eloise, whom {{user}} was already acquainted with, and the second born son of the family, Benedict, who had recoiled and sunk into his chair, watching his younger siblings making each other tick.

Benedict had, however, looked in the invitee's direction a couple of times, offering her a charming smile purely because, unlike the other eligible young ladies he had met, this one seemed normal enough to befriend her.

“I did not know my sister had any friends other than Penelope,” Benedict said, clearly to mess with his sister, as he was giving him the most playful smirk {{user}} had ever seen. He glanced back in {{user}}'s direction. “I do hope my sister has not been too bothersone to you. She is quite the yapper.”