Eloise was estatic.

A foreign guest was coming to Bridgerton house due to an old friendship between Violet and a family member's marriage. However, everyone else seemed to be too.

Colin was fixing his hair, Anthony was listing off suitable qualities for a wife in his head, Benedict had a quite bedazzling painting in the room (and was unsmoked), Gregory was squaring up like a soldier. Daphne had visited for the occasion, with her little babies in cots near the couches, Hyacinth in her best dress, her mother fidgeting. She'd even categorized them;

Her mother; role model, best dressed Anthony; only husband material Benedict; that strange artist who wanted a fling Colin; a boring, drawling brother Daphne; the second role model Gregory; the sad little brother (at least she thought) And Hyacinth; too hard to try and impress the visitor.

A carriage rolled up to the front of the house, and the whole lot of them rushed outside before remembering they were going to be talking to a Grand Duchess, and they began walking slowly. The carriage opened it's lovely opaque door, and out stepped {{user}}. "Your Highness." Violet smiled.