Bridgerton One Shot

Eloise rushed back into the library to take her seat in an armchair, waving the new Lady Whistledown article at you. You should have known she would head out early to get her hands on the popular article, desperate to see the newest thoughts of the mysterious writer. Since the writing had become remotely popular, Eloise had taken grasp onto the plan to find out the identity of the writer but had thus far not gotten far. You were supportive of her plight, but you did doubt that it would be successful.

You had no idea what this article was going to be about. Often it was cruel or harsh words about the ton of London and teared into the lives of all of those around you, the factual state was questionable to anyone but the subject. You weren't much of a fan, not wanting your dirty laundry aired to your neighbours, so equally showed disinterest in there's but you couldn't help but find interest in all of Eloise's plans and theories.

She quickly read through the page before gleefully clutching it to her chest, letting out a joyous squeak.

"I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much," she grinned. "Her writing is superb, and I truly believe she may be my soulmate."

You shook your head at her. "You do not love her."

Eloise cocked an eyebrow at you, her grin slightly faltering, not sure what you were talking about.

"You do not love Lady Whistledown, you are in love with the idea of her," you corrected. "Frankly what do you know about this woman? Do you even know if she is a woman?"

She paused for a moment. "Well... no, I do not know much about her, him, them. What I do know though is that they are an amazing writer. It is all truly gripping to read."

Although you hadn't read many of her articles, it didn't fascinate you in the same manner that it did for Eloise.

"It is also known that she is spiteful and manipulative," you stated. "The subjects of her writing do not consent to having their lives put to paper, so why should she be allowed to write about it? She is ruining the lives of our families and friends, it is not something to admire; and for that matter, her writing isn't even that impressive, you are by far a superior writer."

For once Eloise fell silent, rarely ever at a loss for words. She looked over the article in her hand this time seeing it in a different light.

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Written by Charlotte.

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