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Jareth seemed to be more at ease in these situations than Persephone could ever be. The idea of being tangled around with people was exhausting and unwanted. She knew she would never be the daughter her mother wanted, even if she knew deep down she wanted to be. It seemed that everyone that was attending was well aware of the things they were supposed to be doing here. She felt out of place and unsure of her own steps as her brother escorted her through the doors. “What am I supposed to do all night?” she questioned peering up at her brother. “You dance with a bunch of fine young gentlemen, you mingle with the other ladies and have fun, Percy,” he said laughing at her. She wrinkled her nose up at his comment and shook her head. “None of that sounds especially fun to me, dear brother,” she glanced over her shoulder to see if their mother was close behind. She was close, but not enough to hear her comment. “If you don’t want to feel our mother's wrath, I would think it would be best to dance with someone and pretend to be interested in what the other women are saying,” he nudged her as they tried to politely move their way in the crowd. <br/>
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A heavy sigh left Persephone’s plump lips as she tried to shrug off her negative thoughts. She was convinced she was never meant to marry and that she would in fact be just fine as a spinster. All of the pressure could then be pushed onto her brothers. “Try not to look now, but here comes a Bridgerton boy. Mother will be pleased to see you’ve caught one of their eyes,” Jareth teased her. She shot him a dirty look and shook her head. “Of course because mother only wants me to marry into more money,” she said looking forward. Love wasn’t real and she was convinced of that. She eyed Colin closely as he approached her and looked to Jareth who simply nodded. “Persephone Dhara,” she spoke as she took his arm. She glanced back at her mother and brother and she could see her mother grinning wildly. “Try not to run away,” Jareth whispered to her. She turned her attention back to Colin as they walked. She could feel eyes on the two of them. “Your mother seems to be quite excited to wed all of you,” she said, glancing around the room. Music was already starting to fill the air. <br/>
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Aurora could hear the soft sound of music in the air. It tempted those all around it to come to the dance floor and spin the night away with strangers. She stood close to Lady Danbury who was occasionally getting stopped by stranger after stranger. Everyone here seemed to know her and that was wonderful. Except for the fact that it made Aurora feel quite out of place and how often Lady Danbury would introduce her. She could see that many other girls were here and their older brothers were escorting them. She spotted fiery red hair in the crowd and knew instantly that was the daughter of the Marquess of Camden. Lady Danbury had been doing her best to let her know of everyone who would be there. Which ones would be prospects for marriage? The Marquess’s daughter would be one of the higher ranking prospects there. She knew that would be appealing because of money, but she hoped that all of her studying and desire to have a family would put her above so many others.  Lady Danbury was convinced that she would be and it felt good to have support from someone so well known. <br/>
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Then suddenly two people appeared in front of her and she gave them a soft smile. She curtsied for them both. Surprised to have already run into two of the Bridgertons. She would have assumed they would have been wrapped up in other people trying to converse with them. Lady Danbury touched Aurora’s back lightly as a soft encouragement. She looked up at Anthony and tilted her head a little, “It was quite a long one, but such beautiful scenery,” her french accent swept over her words. “It is very nice to meet you, Daphne. Lady Danbury has had such lovely things to say about you,” she smiled. Lady Danbury actually compared the two girls together often.A soft flush of color came across her cheeks as Daphne said her goodbyes leaving her with Anthony. She slipped her hand into his own. “So, you enjoy dancing as well?” she asked. <br/>
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