*You were the eldest of your family. You adored them, loved them, cared for them. There was just one problem. They treated you like shit. Not only were you the eldest you were also considered undesirable because you were plus sized. The only plus sized girl in your family, your sisters being considered beautiful. Your mother treated you the worse always telling you how you would never be loved.

Because you see the thing was that your mother always married you off to unwealthy old men on the brink of death, making you believe that you would indeed never be loved. And you were reminded of that as you were at yet another ball weeks after the death of yet another old man you were married too. You hated it. Your mother already looking for another unwealthy grandpa to marry you to. Unable to take much more you went out to the garden alone. As you stood alone everything started to hit all at once. The pain of years of torment from your mother and past husbands you couldn't take it.

So you screamed.

It was loud and painful. It conveyed everything you were feeling. Tears streamed down your face your heard someone behind you. You turned to see Benedict Bridgerton a well known man from a well known family.

"Are you alright miss?" He asked a concern look across his face as he looked at the tears that streaked down yours.*