“Mother, I believe I would like to dance now,” she announced, her voice filled with anticipation.
The shock on Ruth’s face quickly transformed into excitement as she stammered, “O-Oh, Bridget! That’s wonderful! Who would you like to dance with?”
Bridget’s smile remained unwavering as she replied, “Whomever you wish me to dance with, Mother, I shall gladly oblige.”
The clock was ticking—the earlier the better. She knew she had to move on from Abel, and swiftly at that.
“If that’s the case,” Lady Doonesbury butted in with an excited glint in her eyes, “Lady Borthwell, would you be amenable enough to allow dear Bridget here to dance with my son?”
“Well…” Ruth turned to her daughter, curiosity and hesitation etched on her face.
“I would love to.” Remaining the perfect picture of grace, Bridget smiled and nodded at Lady Doonesbury.
The woman’s excitement was at an all-time high as she called for her son, eagerly introducing him to Bridget.
As the young man approached, Bridget’s heart thumped loudly. It was then she realized she had not engaged with any bachelor in the ton for quite some time. She took a deep breath, reminding herself to be polite and friendly no matter the circumstance.
The young man, impeccably dressed in his finest attire, extended his hand with a charming smile.
He was not all that handsome. It was the first thing Bridget noticed. Despite knowing the Doonesburys for years, Bridget had never met their second son. He was always said to be an unconventional one, finding his way in life through constant trips and holidays overseas.
As she thought of it, she realized he was much like someone she knew…
Bridget shook her head slightly to steady her thoughts. She would not think of Abel anymore tonight—she refused it.
“Good evening, Lady Bridget,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. “I must say, you look absolutely radiant this evening.”
His eyes were kind, very kind. Bridget found herself pulled into the deepness of his hazel pupils. She returned the smile, surprised at the genuine feeling of warmth that enveloped her in his presence.
Her eyes sparkled with gratitude at his compliment. “Thank you, Lord William,” she replied, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. “You are too kind.”
Before the music began, William took Bridget aside and proved himself to be an excellent conversationalist. He regaled her with tales of his travels and shared his passion for literature.
Bridget was surprised. She found herself enjoying the time, captivated by his stories, his words painting vivid pictures in her mind. She was pleasantly excited to realize that beneath his not-so-glamorous exterior, there lay a kind and thoughtful soul.
Conversation between them flowed effortlessly, and each moment seemed to build a closer connection between them.
Finally, as the music started, William extended his hand once again, this time for the dance. Bridget accepted, her heart fluttering.
Suddenly, the ballroom began buzzing with excitement, and Bridget’s eyes instinctively scanned the room. Her breath caught in her throat as she spotted the cause of the commotion.
Clad in a tailored black evening coat with a hint of silver embroidery, and a crisp white shirt with a meticulously tied cravat, he exuded a touch of sophistication and superiority.
His coat accentuated his broad shoulders while his black trousers and polished shoes completed the ensemble. Every detail was thoughtfully chosen, showcasing his impeccable taste. Bridget couldn’t help but be captivated by his charm and undeniable handsomeness.
Already surrounded by a bevy of ladies, Abel’s gaze unexpectedly found hers. Surprise crossed his face before he composed himself.
Bridget’s heart raced, but she refused to acknowledge the rush of emotions that surged within her. She had decided to leave the Duke in her past, and so it would be.
“Lady Bridget?”
Summoning her strength, she returned her attention to the gentleman standing before her. Her smile radiated warmth as she graciously accepted his invitation to dance.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Abel’s heart thumped loudly in his chest as he fought to tear his eyes away from Bridget. All his attempts were to no avail. He simply could not help himself.
He was both mesmerized and troubled by her strikingly different appearance. Her resplendent gown was a departure from her usual style. The vibrant hues of emerald green and sapphire blue cascaded down the gown, adorned with intricate lace and shimmering sequins.
