Standing on the terrace with a cup of tea, Sophie overlooks the grounds, giving a hum of content as she feels the gentle breeze against her skin. What a lovely morning, indeed.
Her eyes are brimming with tears as she listens to the couple's wedding vows, being reminiscent of her own wedding day and how 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 it was.
Many congratulations, Penelope and Colin!
A cycle of illness. When one Bridgerton falls ill, the rest ensues. At least, that's what Kate's said.
(Her lips quirked at that, finding his delusion in his feverish state to be all the bit charming. Oh, sweet Benedict.)
I only wish to take you to your chambers so you may rest. This fever will only get worse before it gets better.
(𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰.)
Come on, Mr. Bridgerton. Off to bed with you! I'll bring up tea, should you like.
If there is sickness in Bridgerton House, she wants no part of it. Everyone shall be confined to their chambers until it passes.
No matter how long she's thought about it, Sophie couldn't believe this was her life; being betrothed to Benedict Bridgerton, having Our Cottage. All ideas that seemed like deluded fantasies, too far to reach.
And what's more, the 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨!
/ I'm UNWELL. I just watched the first episode of Pt. 2 and unfortunately due to work, I don't know when I'll be able to watch the remaining episodes.
"Please tell me you come bearing news of more nieces or nephews, @dhaphness. I need a baby to dote on until mine decides to arrive. At this rate, it may be 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."
"Have you grown weary of Aubrey Hall, @VEXEDARTIST? I can arrange a carriage to return us home to My Cottage if you wish to say your goodbyes?"
"I hear I'm your favorite, @FIFTHBRIDGERTON. And between us two, I do believe you're mine as well. Just don't tell Benedict, I fear his ego won't be able to handle it."










