<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">Daphne Bridgerton</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The music flowed so lovely through the ballroom, that Daphne had stopped to admire the musicians for a moment. It was one of her most favored things during the social season, the music and dancing. Daphne had chatted with a few of her friends for a moment and had been asked for a few dances for the night already, although no one that stood out yet. She turned from the musicians and almost walked right into her siblings. <br/>
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"El! There you are." Daphne exclaimed, relief flashing through her eyes at seeing her younger sister dressed and at the ball. Her brother smirked at her before he disappeared into the crowds. "Coward" She hissed, mostly joking, as she rolled her eyes. "Honestly, am I truly as terrifying as Anthony and Mother?" She asked Eloise, before shaking her head with a sigh. Her eyes fluttered quickly around the room and she saw Nigel Berbrooke approaching the two young ladies. <br/>
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"Eloise why don't we take a trip around the room?" She said, more loudly then she'd cared to admit, and wrapped her arm athrough her sisters. Tugging the younger girl off in the opposite direction. "You think after 2 years of dodging his attempts he would get the hint." Daphne said with a disgusted gulp. "Mother seems wholly distracted tonight. I think if you danced once a twice you Amy get out of tonight without too much fussing from her" She said, teasingly nudging her sisters shoulder. "I know you aren't exactly pleased to be making your debut, but honestly it's only bad for the first few balls. After that they become much easier, and you'll always have one of us" Offering a small smile at her younger sister "And I'd never let you dance with Nigel Berbrooke" She joked, the two girls chatted for a few minutes and joked of the upper society people, exchanging the gossip they had read in Lady Whistledown earlier that week. <br/>
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They began walking again, but this time Daphne bumped right into a taller gentleman. "Oh! My apologies." She said, looking up at right at Amin. "Oh, I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting my lord." She smiled softly and bowed slightly "I'm Miss Daphne Bridgeton, and this is my younger sister Miss Eloise Bridgerton" </span>​</div>