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Persephone Dhara had fought her mother tooth and nail since she had been awake. Amaris had been reaching her breaking point when it came to her daughter.  The two Dhara boys had never given their mother this much trouble, but she thought she would be prepared for Persephone. “We truly gave you the most perfect of names, darling,” her mother cooed with slight annoyance as she brushed her daughters wild mane of fiery hair off her shoulders. Persephone rolled her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Let us hope I find my Hades tonight,” she said with sarcastic undertones. She would soon need to be fully dressed and ushered out the door to attend something she was far from excited to. She had debated crawling onto the roof and making a dramatic escape plan, but she knew her mother would have her head if she ever tried that. Persephone opted to allow their maid, Genivia, to pin some pieces of her hair back with flowers and leave the rest to fall softly down around her face. She was dressed in a soft pastel purple that made her hair and eyes burn brighter. She knew her mother was trying to splay her out like a peacock. The first male completely enthralled by the shiny new object. She sighed and stood to her feet as her mother beckoned for her in the hallway. She was greeted by her mother and her older brother, Jareth.<br/>
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She had been surprised that it was not Elvin who would be following her around tonight to make sure she found the most acceptable husband. No one in this house cared about love and Persephone knew that she shouldn’t either, but something tugged at her insides to remind her that love could very much be real. Even if the world had been whispering to her that it was all a myth. A fake story created by society to trap women in loveless marriages and to bear handfuls of children for men who would sneak around with other women to fulfill their own unanswered desires. “Keep making that face and you’ll have wrinkles, dear sister,” Jareth teased as he held her arm out for her. She took it gently, “Maybe then I will be undesirable to all the old men if I have wrinkles,” she whispered so her mother wouldn’t hear her. The two of them shared a laugh as they headed out to the carriage. Their mother followed swiftly behind them to make sure that Persephone did in fact climb into the carriage with the two of them.<br/>
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The carriage ride had been silent and Persephone knew better than to break the silence. She was quite afraid to poke the bear anymore today. When they pulled to the front of the Bridgerton estate she peeked out the window at all the wisteria and lilac. For a brief moment a smile tugged at her flushed lips and her brother nudged her softly. “It won’t all be bad,” he told her in a kind tone. “I can only hope so,” she said looking over at him as the carriage came to a stop. Jareth was the first out, so that he could first help his mother and then his hand was held out for Persephone. She let out a sigh and squared her shoulders before taking her brother's hand. She would do her best to appease her mother tonight, but she knew if she had a chance to run she would take it. She looped her arm through her brothers as they started up the stairs. The grand entrance doors opened for all of the guests pouring inside, but she could see the Bridgerton siblings standing and waiting for their guest. She had almost forgotten how dashing the men were and how stunning the women were. Suddenly she felt like she might not be fit to be around any of them. “Head up, Percy,” her brother smiled as they stepped through the front doors.<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 12px">Aurora Elva Caerwyn was as close to a lady as one could get in this society. Her family had raised her with strict education and understanding that when she were to reach a certain age she would be wed. The lessons she was provided growing up were far from different from the ones her eldest brother Gabriel endured. She was being prepped to be the best wife a man could ever ask for. She had never really questioned those things as she grew into her womanhood. The one thing she could feel comfortable about in all these lessons was that her parents were preparing her, but also reminding her they would rather she find someone she could potentially love. Aurora’s parents were a very rare occurrence in this society and that was that the two of them were absolutely mad about one another. It was something so sweet and something she had admired since she was just a little girl. She knew it may not be possible for her to have the same thing, but there was a glimmer of hope in it all. Aurora and her mother had quite the long journey when it came to the opening season. They had been invited by an old friend, Lady Danbury, to come to London. It was Lady Danbury’s hopes that she could take the role of Diamond of the season. Something that the Queen had the honor of placing upon any young woman she felt worthy of the title. Diamond of the season also meant her prospects for husbands would be much larger than those around her. It meant to her that she could possibly find that one who would turn into a true romance story. A girl could dream. <br/>
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They had arrived at Lady Danbury’s home late the night before. She felt as if she could have slept the entire day away if the maids hadn’t come in and ripped open the currents allowing the sun to dance across her sleeping face. There would be no time to rest here either. There would be more lessons and whatever else Lady Danbury felt would be appropriate. She had been informed that there would be many events to attend while she was here and that it could mean she would be married before returning home. That would be the dream outcome for all three women. The morning seemed to go by in a blur. Before she knew it she was sitting in front of a vanity and her hair was being braided with a soft blue ribbon that paired nicely with the extravagant dress she wore. Her father was a baron and had quite his own amount of money, but it was not nearly enough to spend on the dresses that Lady Danbury so graciously had made for her. Lady Danbury was sitting in a reading chair in her bedroom as the maid gently worked over Aurora's hair and makeup. “Truly the diamond of the season,” the older woman smiled. Aurora felt a soft blush creeping across her cheeks. <br/>
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When Aurora was dressed and somewhat mentally prepared she followed her mother and Lady Danbury down to their carriage. She could feel her anxiety rising and falling with every breath. Lady Danbury and her mother seemed to be chatting away as they pressed forward to the Bridgerton’s home. She had picked up on Lady Danbury describing the brothers and how they would make wonderful husbands. Anthony was the oldest and it seemed he was a little more serious about life, Benedict loved art and anything to express himself and that piqued her interest and Colin seemed to be a world traveler. That was something she wasn’t sure she had ever thought of doing, but it sounded lovely. When they had pulled up to the mansion her bright green eyes widened. “It is stunning,” she said, unable to pull her eyes away. There were plenty of people climbing the stairs. All of them dressed in beautiful colors and well fitted suits. The carriage door was opened and  a gentleman helped all the women out. “Ready my dear?” Lady Danbury asked. Aurora nodded and they started their journey up the stairs and amongst the crowd. </span><br/>
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