She made her debut in How To Marry A Marquis, played a pivotal role in Romancing Mr. Bridgerton, and then came back in a big way in It's in. [Julia Quinn] -- Penelope Featherington has secretly adored her best friend's brother for OverDrive (PDF) Notes: Special features: One: Behind the novel: Romancing Mr. Bridgerton by Julia Quinn; two: The Bridgerton. Julia Quinn PDF - Romancing Mr. Bridgerton After half a lifetime of watching Colin Bridgerton from afar, she thinks she knows everything about him, until she.
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On the sixth of April, in the year —precisely two days before her sixteenth birthday— Penelope Featherington fell in love. It was, in a word, thrilling. The world shook. Her heart leaped. The moment was breathtaking. And, she was able to tell herself with some satisfaction, the man in question —one Colin Bridgerton— felt precisely the same way.
She disagrees with him, but he points out that someone else might accuse Eloise and words are very powerful, To make his point, he says that if he publicly stated that he seduced Penelope, she would be ruined, even if they never even kissed.
This gets them both thinking about kissing and Penelope asks him to kiss her. The kiss rocks his world. He is completely mentally confused about his attraction to her and so he leaves. A few days later, at a ball, he plans to apologize to her. However, the focus of the ball is Cressida's announcement that she is Lady Whistledown. This shocks everyone, and Colin loses his opportunity to apologize.
He goes out the next day to apologize to Penelope and sees her getting into a hack. Colin follows her to a bad section of the city and sees her leave an envelope behind a prayer book.
Confronting her, he opens it and discovers that she is Lady Whistledown, They continue to fight as they head back home, but the fighting turns into something else, and as Penelope gets out of the carriage, Colin proposes to her. Everything seems perfect, especially on the evening of their engagement ball.
Portia tapped her finger against the side of her chin, as she always did when she was plotting or scheming. Penelope felt her lips tightening. Or maybe a snug cottage by the sea.
But lately Portia had been peppering her conversations with references to her old age and how lucky she was that Penelope could care for her. Or that Portia was moderately wealthy in her own right; when her family had settled money on her as a dowry, one-fourth of which had been set aside for her own personal account. What Portia wanted was a slave. Penelope sighed. She was being overly harsh with her mother, if only in her own mind.
She did that too often. Her mother loved her. She knew her mother loved her. And she loved her mother back. But truly, her mother could try the patience of even the kindest, gentlest of daughters, and as Penelope was the first to admit, she could be a wee bit sarcastic at times.
Penelope looked up, startled. She should have known better. Her mother was nothing if not tenacious.
How is he meant to avoid a twelve-year difference between him and his wife? But she needed to put something in her mouth to keep her from saying something horrible and horribly spiteful. Everything her mother said was true. Many ton weddings —maybe even most of them— saw men marrying girls a dozen or more years their junior.
But somehow the age gap between Colin and Felicity seemed even larger, perhaps because… Penelope was unable to keep the disgust off her face. A little sister. Her life loomed long and tedious ahead of her.
Anyone can see that Colin Bridgerton is a better catch.
Albansdale is in possession of a perfectly respectable fortune. We should be delighted for her. What a coup! I would be the talk of London for weeks. Years, maybe. It was a rather foolish way to vent her anger, but the alternative was to jump to her feet and yell, What about me? Portia seemed to think that once Felicity was wed, her hopes for a Bridgerton union were forever dashed. Was it so much to wish that her mother thought of her with the same pride she felt for her other three daughters?
It was obvious to Penelope that neither Prudence, Philippa, nor even Felicity had ever had a chance with a Bridgerton. Very well, Penelope had to admit that Felicity enjoyed a popularity that exceeded that of her three older sisters combined.
But Prudence and Philippa had never been Incomparables. Except, of course, that they were married now. Whatever it is you do that has you staring into space and daydreaming so often. Or maybe she was just hungry. She did pluck a biscuit off the tea tray and pop it into her mouth. Penelope started to reach out to take the last biscuit for herself, then decided to let her mother have it.
The last thing she wanted was to find herself in another conversation about Colin Bridgerton. As usual, Eloise had not been announced. The Featherington butler was so used to seeing her there that he treated her like a member of the family. Fielding that had been all the rage a year earlier. Everyone had a copy of Mathilda on their bedstand. And it was thick enough to hide A Brief History of Greece.
All that time in the sun, I suppose. So he went to Cyprus instead. She and Eloise had been inseparable since the age of seventeen. Eloise sighed. How I should love to travel. It seems everyone has been somewhere but me.
But she thanked goodness for Eloise, too. Every day. Many women went through their entire lives without a close female friend, and here she had someone to whom she could tell anything.
Well, almost anything. Penelope had never told her of her feelings for Colin, although she rather thought Eloise suspected the truth. If Eloise had thought, for even one moment, that Penelope actually had a chance at snaring Colin as a husband, she would have been plotting her matchmaking strategies with a ruthlessness that would have impressed any army general.
When it came right down to it, Eloise was a rather managing sort of person.
I cannot believe Colin actually told you he vomited. Eloise threw the pillow back at her. But he made me promise not to tell Mother. He sprawled into a chair and shrugged. Penelope almost demanded. Because the only flat surface was his lap. His smile, which had been charm personified, grew more heated.
Much to her extreme embarrassment, her gaze moved instantly to the front of his breeches. Colin let out a bark of laughter, and Penelope crossed her arms. And then: Because, blast it all, he was right. And that was what all of this was about, as it happened. Her husband, after entering the hall, shrugging off his coat, and kissing her rather soundly on the lips in front of the butler! Over the past decade, Penelope had, in her pseudonymous guise, managed to insult just about everyone in society, even herself.
Surely, the ton would have grown suspicious if she had never poked fun at herself, and besides, she really did look like an overripe citrus fruit in the dreadful yellows and oranges her mother had always forced her to wear.
It had all been very romantic and very, well, grand, but by the end of the night it had become apparent that Eloise had disappeared. But the entire Bridgerton clan had been mad with worry. Considering all that, Colin did have something of a point. Then he smiled. I cannot tell her something such as this. Penelope tried not to notice that she let out a little grunt when she was finally able to set it down. Several days later, Penelope was seated in a carriage, gazing out the window and scolding herself.
Colin was asleep. She was a widgeon for feeling so nervous about seeing Eloise again. They had been as close as sisters for over a decade. Except, maybe…not quite as close as either had thought. They had kept secrets, both of them. Colin might be looking forward to the moment—he was positively devilish in his glee—but she felt rather ill, quite frankly.
He was still asleep. She kicked him. Thirty seconds later he was snoring. He always fell asleep before she did at night as well.
She kicked him again, harder this time. He mumbled something in his sleep, shifted positions ever so slightly, and slumped into the corner. Penelope scooted over. Closer, closer… Then she organized her elbow in a sharp point and jabbed him in the ribs.
He looked out the window, then back at her. Most of the family had stayed with Benedict and Sophie, but their home was not large enough to accommodate all of the Bridgertons. Besides, Colin had explained, they were newlyweds. They needed their privacy. Penelope hugged the soft wool to her body and leaned against him to get a better look out the window. And, to be honest, just because she liked to lean against him.
And this is your swan song. For all his irritation with her, he loved his sister. They had not been particularly intimate while growing up; he had been much closer in age to Daphne, and Eloise had often seemed nothing so much as a pesky afterthought. He looked down at his new wife. She was glancing around the entry hall, trying not to be too obvious about it. Her face was impassive, but he knew she was taking everything in. And tomorrow, when they were musing about the events of the day, she would have remembered every last detail.
Mind like an elephant, she had. He loved it.
I quite like the fellow now, and I rather—Ah, Mother, there you are. You are her main attendant, after all. They told each other everything, and— He turned sharply. Violet shook her head. Of course I bribed her. Colin turned to his mother. The rest of the men have already gone down. Right near her ear. He could practically hear her teeth gnashing as he left.
Penelope looked to Daphne, who appeared to be supervising Hyacinth.