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At first, Isadora had not noticed Benedict's approach. She had been standing off to the side of the room, settling into her spot by the wall, as wallflowers tended to do. When one of the waiters had passed her, she had managed to get her hands on a drink--a rather strong rum punch that started off sweet on the tongue before providing a pleasant burn down the back of the throat. One glass would easily make this night more bearable; she'd have to see how she felt about a second or third. While she had taken to sharing a bit of brandy or scotch with her grandfather after dinner some nights--her preference being for the former of the two beverages--she wasn't about to risk becoming inebriated in public, in front of London's upper crust, unless she really desired to do so. <br/>
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Although, going by taste alone, she knew the likelihood of finding a second glass at some point later on was highly likely. <br/>
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She was in the midst of taking another sip, green eyes scanning the room and pointedly ignoring those that stared, when she saw none other than the second Bridgerton son approaching her. Initially, she thought his intentions had nothing to do with her. After all, spending time with her was the easiest way to make one's self the topic of gossip--and not the pleasant kind. But when she glanced behind her, she found no one there, and she was quite certain, once she brought her attention back to him, he was looking at her. <br/>
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Having been not too far off from Benedict's and Anthony's ages, Isadora had been properly introduced to both at one time, so they weren't complete strangers; however, she wouldn't label them as anything more than acquaintances that happened to sometimes run in the same social circles. In a crowd, she could pick them out, and on occasion, she'd hear about them from her grandfather, who tended to be quite a nosey-body. It was actually through him that she had learned that Violet Bridgerton had every intention of seeing her five eldest children married off by the end of this season. She clearly had high expectations for her them, and despite doubting that any of them would have much of a challenge accomplishing such a thing, Isadora also knew that the two eldest Bridgerton men could have settled down years ago, if they had so wished.<br/>
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In fact, hearing that neither had found themselves a bride last year had been quite shocking. Impressive, even. Although, every year that they remained bachelors meant another season of having to deal with the tricky games the debutantes and their dear mamas played.<br/>
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She did not envy their position in the least.<br/>
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But none of that explained why Benedict had approached her, inquiring about whether or not she had had her first dance.<br/>
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Now, Isadora had no qualms with the Bridgertons. As far as she knew, they did not participate in the slandering of her name or the novelty of discussing the scandal she had been embroiled in two years ago. And in the few short exchanges she had had with some of the members of the family, she had not been given any reason to dislike any of them. It was for these reasons that Isadora decided she didn't have it in her to be cold to the man before her. <br/>
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Instead, she offered a small smile, dipping into a curtsy before answering Benedict's question, "Good evening, Mr. Bridgerton. I have yet to be asked, but would it be too bold of me to assume that you would like to?" <br/>
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She had noticed the silence that had followed Benedict's words, and it remained after her own. Clearly, no one had expected this turn of events, not even her. But Isadora was not one to turn down the opportunity to dance. She just hoped her partner knew the potential consequences of his actions. The people surrounding them may have gone quiet now, but they certainly wouldn't be for long. <br/>
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