<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Daphne Bridgerton</span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Oh honestly Colin, no wonder mother frets about you so much. Between you and Eloise I'm surprised she hasn't given up on us all together" Daphne joked, shoving her brother playfully with her gloved arm. She rolled her eyes at Colin's remark, but her eyes flitted to Anthony and they shared a glance, knowing his joke wasn't truly that off the mark. Daphne and Anthony bickered, but deep down they both felt the shared weight of being the oldest of their genders. It was something of an unspoken bond, the responsibility of being the right example. To be the oldest meant, what suitors would pursue would be based on how high ranking their own marriage matches were. Honestly, it would be a miracle if Colin even pursued a woman, or Benedict.. and even wrangling Eloise into a dance with a gentleman was going to be something of a problem. The thoughts made Daphne's head hurt, and she wrinkled her eyebrows together in thought. Her brother brushed a comforting hand on her and she soothed her face, replacing it with her most Bridgerton smile. <br/>
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"Ah dearests!" Their mother cooed from the staircase, descending in a flurry of skirts as she made her way toward her assembled group of children. Fussing over each of them before turning to the doormen. "Well, what are we waiting for. Open the doors! Music please." Violet Bridgeton was many things, but nobody could deny she knew how to throw a ball. <br/>
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The four siblings stood together, but Anthony's comment made Daphne and Colin side eye him. Colin rolled his eyes into Daphne, she giggled under her breath. "At least my standards for gentlemen don't include opera singers in tight clothing" She said, looking around before adding "As a matter of fact do we know who mother hired to play tonight's music.. I do hear a beautiful opera singer after all." She said, just before Violet Bridgeton returned, with none other than Lady Danbury by her side. "Quick, which doorway can we throw ourselves out of the quickest." Daphne said under her breath, right before Colin excused himself. Anthony took Daphne's arm and led them off to the side before they could be wrapped into a conversation with their mother.. again. <br/>
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She rolled her eyes and pinched his arm as he led her towards the open doors, many guests in brightly colored dresses and suits had ascended into the Bridgeton's townhome. Beautiful music flowed in-between the laughter and kind conversations that had scattered around their ballroom. "Ah yes, mother told me about her. She sounds lovely. A baron's daughter, quite a catch for a Viscount don't you think dear brother?" She said causally, her eyes flittering around the room to observe the gentleman. <br/>
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The two had made their way to a stunning young blonde woman, standing in the doorway. Her brother introduced himself and she smiled politely to the girl. Daphne recognized her immediately as the young woman being sponsored by Lady Danbury. "Miss Aurora Caerwyn I presume? Lady Danbury told me all about your arrival. I'm delighted to make your aquitance. I'm Daphne Bridgerton." She said, bowing her head and giving the girl a small respectful curtsy. "I hear you're a lovely dancer, My brother Anthony is quite gifted as well. You simply must take a turn with him" She said, releasing her brother's arm and taking a step away, beaming that she might have set her brother up and gotten a bit of freedom in the same step. <br/>
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Finally free of her brother's and away from her mother, Daphne made her way around the room, keeping a sharp eye out for her sister Eloise. </span>​</div>