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Persephone would be lying if she said she wasn't amazed by the ballroom. Everything looked as if it had been meticulously picked out. She knew that Lady Bridgerton was excited to marry most of her children off, but she could also tell that she was doing her best to impress everyone that came through those doors. She expected that her own mother would be taking notes for when it came time for them to throw their own season ball. The idea of having this many people in her house once again made her cringe. She would much rather have people forget that she even had a daughter. She also wished that her mother would be this pretentious in finding her brothers someone to marry. She took in the scent of the flowers that seemed to wrap around them as they entered the room. It was a relaxing and inviting smell. <br/>
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Persephone smirked up at Colin when he spoke her name. "My mother much prefers to remind me, I might run the underworld someday," she laughed watching him pluck a flower from one of the arrangements. "What a gentleman," she took the flower gently from his hand. "Thank you." She wished to know how much the family had known of her own family. Her mother had created a list of possible suitors and bored Persephone to death with fact after fact on each of them. Now if someone were to quiz her, she would fail immediately. She had perfected the form of blocking her mother out while still looking like she was fully attentive. Once they were on the dance floor she felt herself become a little more at ease. Even if she complained about her dance lesson she had quite enjoyed learning something new. While Colin bowed she gave him a soft curtsy. Placing one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand she tilted her head to look up at him. A laugh escaped her plump lips as he spoke. "I would much rather run than dance with others." She was not worried about the others who may be seeking her out as they danced. Bright eyes locked on Colin. He seemed like a troublemaker and something about that made him very appealing. She followed his lead as they moved about the dance floor. Her wild hair tickled down her back as she let the music takeover. She knew if she sought out to look for her mother that the woman would be watching her and Colin like a hawk. This would be a suitor her mother would be most pleased with, but it appeared that he was about as ready to get married as she was. There was too much life to see and enjoy and she couldn't do that if she was wed to someone and forced to bear their children. <br/>
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The way Colin towered her was something new. The last couple of men who approached her brother to ask for her hand were quite small and delicate men. Men old enough to be her father and she told her brother she would ruin his life if he even thought for a second she wanted that. "No preferred match. Even if my mother assumes that I have a line of suitors waiting on me," she gave him a little shrug. "Your mother is quite ready to have you all wed. What have you done to anger her?" She teased him. She glanced over at what he was looking at. She felt sorry for the poor boy who was being scolded in such a large room. That would leave an awful taste in some of these young women's mouths. "The Bridgerton boys have become quite the prize for the season, so prepare yourself for the mothers." It had been a shock to hear that Lady Bridgerton had been placing almost all her boys out there to be wed. Many saw that as quite a lucky opening to the season. When the dance came to an end she had half expected Colin to bid her a farewell and move on. She was a little surprised when he asked her if she wanted a drink. Glancing around she could see a couple men preparing themselves to come speak with her. "A drink sounds lovely." <br/>
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Persephone followed Colin off of the dance floor only to look up at her mother. She had assumed she would get a dirty look for not accepting someone else's dance offer, but her mother was smiling at her. She felt strange about it and all she could do was give her mother the smallest and most strain smile. She didn't like this life where everyone but her was in control of who she should spend her life with. She wasn't looking forward to a lonely life with someone who could come and go as they please. She took the champagne glass from Colin and tried to pull herself from her looming thoughts. "This will do, thank you." She turned and peered over at the man who was making his way through the crowd towards them. "The garden sounds like the perfect escape," she turned back to Colin with a mischievous grin. "Do lead the way." <br/>
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When it came to suitors Anthony would be the perfect one. If she were to end up with any of the Bridgerton boys she knew her whole family would be ecstatic. Even with his firm tone and sharp eyes there was something about Anthony that seemed he was soft. Somewhere deep down there he could fall in love. She had heard plenty of stories from Lady Danbury that Anthony was not the love type. That posed one issue for her, she wanted love. It was something everyone in her family aimed to have. She had been thankful that her parents were not hellbent on finding her husband against her will. She did wish to be the best wife that she could be to her future husband, but she did not wish to be in a loveless marriage. She would not fare well without affection and attention. <br/>
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It seemed that Daphne was ready to pair her brothers off and something about that made Aurora laugh. Just listening to Daphne speak she could tell the two were two birds of a feather. They would get along greatly and she only wished they were able to conversate more, but that's now why they were all there. There was no reason to make friends at this very moment. She could see Anthony glancing around the room. She almost forgot that he had the same job of pairing his sisters with potential suitors. People that would make the family flourish and not fail. She couldn't imagine how difficult of a job that actually was and she was happy that it was something she would never have to deal with. Snapping out of her thoughts she heard Anthony speak and she gave him a soft smile before slipping her hand into his own. She could feel her heart slamming against her rib cage because this would be the first time she would dance with someone who wasn't her brother, father or dance instructor. Attending balls prior to this was never an option for young Aurora. She had lessons to attend and wifely duties to prepare for. She spent most of her time locked away within her home. Life was a mystery to her. She followed beside Anthony looking at others as they walked. There were so many beautiful women here in dresses that looked like they cost more than her family could ever truly afford. <br/>
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Anthony seemed distracted and she suddenly realized she might just be a distraction to keep his mother at bay for this whole thing. She tried to brush off that feeling and allowed herself to look at the way the ballroom was decorated. It was stunning and she couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful flower arrangements. That was until she heard Anthony speak again and her eyes turned back to him. When he bowed she gave a curtsy and stood back up. She placed her hand on his shoulder and waited for him to take her hand. She could feel the eyes of others on her, but she kept her focus on the man in front of her. She had been a little surprised when he asked about her interest. She hadn't expected that to be a point of conversation and her mother had informed her she should make sure to ask more about the men. After all she would have only two jobs when she was wed. That was to be a devoted wife and loving mother. "I am quite fond of writing and dancing," she said as they moved across the floor. "What about yourself, Lord Bridgerton?" <br/>
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Aurora furrowed her brow at his next question and tilted her head a little to look up at him. Standing next to him she looked so tiny. "Right to the point, I see," she spoke as others moved around them. The floor seemed to be filled and she could feel the excitement of finding love in the air. "I suppose I desire a strong man, someone who tends to his wife and family, and someone who is looking for love," she said, looking up at him with bright green orbs. She could hear the slow music and she knew soon they would part. "Those are the things I think most women are looking for," she told him as the dance ended. When the music finished she let her hands slip away from him. She knew she was expected to dance with others because that's what her mother expected of her. She could see a few girls to the side looking Anthony's way. "It seems you have a line of girls wishing to dance with you." <br/>
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