A Rocky, Winding Path

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Rating: General Audiences

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Category: F/M
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn
Relationships: Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Violet Bridgerton &
Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington,
Penelope Featherington & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma
Characters: Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Kate
Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Violet Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Colin
Bridgerton
Additional Tags: Extremely Slow Burn Penedict, Kate and Penelope besties, Big Brother
Anthony., Feckless Colin Bridgerton, Independent penelope, Lady
Whistledown Identity Reveal (Bridgerton), Stubborn Eloise, Unplanned
Pregnancy
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-06-05 Updated: 2024-06-19 Words: 10,481 Chapters:
6/?
 A Rocky, Winding Path
by Samthomas

Summary

Colin sleeps with Penelope and forgets it the next day. Penelope must deal with the
consequences, with the help of the elder Bridgertons.

Notes

Even reading the books, I shipped Penelope and Benedict. This will be extremely slow burn,
as Penelope has a lot to deal with before she can consider romance.
 Penelope Tells Anthony

Chapter One Penelope tells Anthony

Anthony left the boisterous Bridgerton breakfast room, seeking the solace of his office. He
was feeling a little tender this morning, having overindulged the night before. Colin’s
engagement ball had been a grand affair. Anthony was happy his wandering sibling was
finally settling down, and his bride to was… perfectly nice. Quiet, genteel, from a good
family. Nothing to object to at all. If Anthony found her a little dull, well, he wasn’t marrying
her. Everyone loved a wedding, the family were in high spirits. Anthony was retreating to his
office to ‘go over the estate books’; family code for ‘nurse his hangover.’

He was shocked to find his office already occupied by Penelope Featherington. She looked
up as he entered and said in a soft voice, “Lord Bridgerton, may I have a quiet word with
you?” She nodded to the door, “Discreetly?”

Anthony closed the door and sat behind the desk. “How did you get into my office? The
footman didn’t say you were here.”

Penelope gave him a wry smile. “Eloise and I spent a decade sneaking in and out of each
other’s houses. I know my way around. I also know, as it’s Monday, your family will be
going to the park, so we should be undisturbed.” She paused and closed her eyes, taking a
moment to harden her resolve. “I have a rather large favour to ask of you.”

Anthony leaned forward, looking intently at Penelope. He was trying to reconcile the girl he
knew as his sister’s close companion with the serious woman seated in front of him. She had
grown up without him noticing. She was Eloise’s age, but conveyed far greater maturity, as if
she carried burdens beyond her years.

“If you wish me to help you reconcile with Eloise, I am at your disposal. She’s been a
thundercloud since your falling out,” Anthony offered, although honesty made him add, “You
might be better getting Benedict to help you. Eloise delights in not listening to me.”

Penelope shook her head. “No, this has nothing to do with Eloise. In fact, I would prefer none
of your family learn about this.”

Anthony leaned back in his chair, intrigued. “Before I can promise that, I will need to know
what ‘this’ is.” Penelope glanced down, hesitating. Anthony tried to reassure her. “I will do
what I can to help you, but not to the detriment of my family. Please, tell me what you need
from me.”

Penelope sat silent a moment before speaking. “It’s strange. I’ve gone over this in my head so
many times, and now I’m uncertain where to start.” She paused again. Anthony waited,
trying not to rush or intimidate her as she gathered her thoughts.
“Do you remember my sister Prudence’s wedding ball, three months ago. You and your wife
attended, as did your mother, Benedict, and … Colin.”

Anthony nodded, noting how she hesitated over Colin’s name.

“I retired early,” she continued. “I felt unwell, and went to lie down. I awoke to someone
entering my room.” She looked directly at Anthony. “It was Colin.”

Anthony went still, not liking where the story was going. Penelope continued.

“He seemed a bit lightheaded. Not drunk, but somewhat, dreamy. Unfocused. He sat down
next to me and took my hand. He told me…” she hesitated again, “He told me wonderful
things, things I’d longed to hear from him. Then he kissed me.”

Anthony went rigid and growled, “He forced himself on you?”

Penelope shook her head. “No. What happened that night, he did not force me. I… I thought
all my dreams were coming true at once. I was willing, eager even, although I didn’t really
know what was happening. He did not force me. When I awoke the next morning, Colin was
gone.” Penelope stopped for a moment, collecting her emotions.

Anthony was silent, trying to process his disgust at his brother’s behaviour, a feeling that
only grew as the significance of the dates filtered through.

“That was the week Colin…” He trailed off.

“That was the week Colin started courting Miss Foster. Diamond of the Season.” Penelope
finished his sentence, a slight bitterness creeping into her tone. Well, he could hardly blame
her for that.

“No one knew about our,” she searched for the right word, “our tryst. He behaved as if it
never happened; at the next ball he treated me as he always did. So I tried to pretend it hadn’t
happened. Almost convinced myself it was a dream.” She sat up straight and looked Anthony
in the eye. “I can no longer maintain that pretense.”

Anthony went cold, now understanding the burdens Penelope carried. “You’re..”

“Yes, Lord Bridgerton. I am carrying Colin’s child.”

The silence stretched, ten seconds or ten years. Penelope felt a certain relief, having said it
our loud for the first time. Anthony glanced at his watch before deciding 11am was not too
early for a whiskey. He poured it into a glass, knocked it back and filled the glass again
before sitting down. He stared at the girl; no, the woman sitting opposite him. Despite the
dire nature of her situation, she sat calmly, no tears or hysterics, both of which would be
warranted in the circumstance; Anthony could feel the panic bubbling in his own bowels.
Clearly, Penelope had already dealt with her emotions. She was now ready to deal with the
practicalities, and was waiting patiently for Anthony to catch up. He remembered that he was
a Viscount and head of the family, and really should take charge of the situation.
He began writing a note. “I’ll send a footman to retrieve Colin and we can discuss how to
proceed.”

Penelope leaned across the desk and snatched the note, tearing it to pieces. “No, Colin will
not be involved in this.”

“Colin is already involved.” Anthony retorted. “He will take responsibility for his actions.”

“He is already publicly engaged to someone else. Breaking it now would be humiliating for
all parties. Besides, whatever I once felt for your brother is long since dissolved. I have no
wish to associate with him further. I will not be trapped in a marriage with a man who has no
regard for me. Whatever sins I’ve committed, I don’t deserve that punishment.”

The steel in Penelope’s voice matched the steel in her spine, and gave Anthony pause.

“Very well, Miss Featherington, how would you wish to proceed? You spoke of a favour
earlier. I imagine you have a plan.”

Penelope took a deep breath. “I wish to leave London. Retire to a cottage in the countryside
and raise my child. I have sufficient funds to live on indefinitely, or to purchase a cottage, but
not both. The favour I seek from you is the purchase of the property. After that, you need not
worry. I will disappear. Neither I nor the child will bother you again.”

Anthony considered her words for a moment. “I think there are aspects you have not
considered. I will need more details before I agree to anything.”

“Of course, Lord Bridgerton,” Penelope replied, “I would expect no less.”

“First, how do you expect to leave London without scandal? Your sudden absence would be
noted, by Lady Whistledown at the very least. Second, and at the risk of being indelicate,
how do you have sufficient funds for a decent living? I know your late father left your
family’s finances in a dire state, your cousin’s schemes only worsened things.”

A small smile played on Penelope’s lips, which Anthony found quite unsettling. He’d seen a
similar expression on his wife’s face…often. It said “I know so many things you do not
know.”

“I can settle both of your concerns with one answer, Lord Bridgerton.” Penelope looked him
squarely in the eye. “I am Lady Whistledown.”

Anthony sat, mouth agape, too dumbfounded to move. He tried and failed to reconcile the
young woman in front of him, who he had known for a decade to be kind, quiet, and soft
spoken with the sarcastic harridan who had plagued the Ton in general, and his family in
particular for the last three years. He couldn’t. The two images could not fit in his head at the
same time. He raised his glass to his lips, dismayed to find it empty but decided against a
refill. He needed to keep his wits, given who he was dealing with.

“Well, that explains the money.” He thought for a moment. “Your fight with Eloise?”
Penelope nodded. “I didn’t want to write about her at all, but I couldn’t see any other way.
The Queen was convinced Eloise was Whistledown and threatened to expose her and ruin
your family.”

“And you thought it better to ruin Eloise than expose yourself,” Anthony felt his anger rising.

“The Queen would have dismissed me as Eloise’s friend trying to cover for her. No one
would have believed the insipid wallflower was actually Lady Whistledown.” Penelope sat
back, somewhat deflated. “And, in honesty, I could not afford to give up the column. You are
correct about my family’s finances. I have been funnelling money to support my family
disguised as a Great Aunt’s bequest.”

Anthony felt his anger subside as he saw the tired expression on her face. She was clearly
shouldering too many responsibilities on her own. He understood that pressure; he’d felt it
since he was 18 and his Father’s death put him in charge of the title, the estates and the
futures of his seven siblings. The difference was, Anthony had been raised to shoulder these
responsibilities, even if they came to him before he was ready.

Penelope was the youngest daughter of a minor Baron. This was far more than her education
would have prepared her for. And now his brother had added to her woes. His anger
remained, but it was balanced with sympathy.

“And how will Lady Whistledown help you leave London?” He asked, softening his voice,
trying to appear less overbearing.

“It’s simple. I will unmask myself. Chide the ton for being so blind and arrogant, and declare
myself done with them. Thank them for their generosity and support. They’ll be glad to be rid
of me.”

“Why do I think you’ve already written this scathing review?”

Penelope smiled sadly. “So many times over the last few years. You have no idea how much I
held back in those columns.”

Anthony considered his own family’s escapades, things that Penelope had known that had
never appeared in Whistledown. Perhaps he owed her for more than just Colin’s ill treatment.
And her long friendship with Eloise. And for her many kindnesses to his younger siblings.

“All right, Miss Featherington. Let us discuss logistics. Tell me about the property you wish
to purchase.”

Penelope produced an envelope from under her cloak. Anthony withdrew a sheaf of papers.
He was, by now, unsurprised by the meticulous organisation of the information. Descriptions
of the property, lands attached, outbuildings, as well as a history of ownership and value of
the property; it was all in order. Penelope had planned it all out thoroughly before
approaching him, and he could find no fault with it.

“Have you seen the property personally?” He asked as he read through the paperwork.
“I have not, but my late Father’s solicitor has and he says the descriptions are accurate.”

“And you trust him?”

“He has handled my finances since Whistledown began. He is the one who first encouraged
me to publish. He set up the ‘Great Aunt’s bequest’. I trust him completely.”

Anthony sighed and looked at Penelope. “Are you certain you want to do this? To go so far
from friends and family?”

Penelope gave him a rueful smile. “If my family knew, they would be the first to cast me out.
My only friends were Colin and Eloise. Eloise will never speak to me again and I cannot
blame her. I wish never to see Colin again, and you cannot blame me.” She looked sad for a
moment, then brightened. “I won’t be entirely alone. My ladies maid has become a dear
friend in all of this, and she will accompany me. I am looking forward to the prospect of a
fresh start. Leaving behind all who know me is,” she tilted her head, searching for the right
word. “Liberating.”

“Well, you won’t be leaving all behind. We will keep in contact.” Anthony stated it as a
matter of fact, not a suggestion.

Penelope tried to argue. “It would probably be better if we didn’t. Less chance of discovery.
And I have already placed too much of a burden on your goodwill.”

“Nonsense. The child you carry is part of the family of which I am the head, making you a
part of the family too. Even if the child doesn’t carry the Bridgerton name, they will have the
Bridgerton blood. Heaven knows what mischief they will get up to.”

Penelope still looked hesitant. “But can you keep this secret from your family? Any
discussion can be overheard. Secrets told once will be told again. It is safer if I disappear
completely.”

Anthony stood, rounded the desk and sat in the chair next to Penelope’s. He took her hand
and squeezed it gently. “Miss Featherington, I have devoted my entire adult life to my family;
I would never abandon any of them, including the one you carry. I understand your need for
discretion, and I agree with it. That said, I will need to tell Kate. I cannot have such a secret
from her.”

Penelope nodded. “Of course. I do not know her well, but from what I have seen, I would
trust her discretion.”

Anthony squeezed her hand again. “Thank you. I will also need to tell Benedict.”

Penelope pulled her hand back and went rigid in almost a panic. “Benedict? Why? He has no
part in this.”

“Benedict is not only my brother, he is my closest friend. He was my right hand in the wake
of my Father’s death. As the Viscount, I am too visible to visit you; people will note my
absence. Benedict has more freedom to come and go, and is subjected to far less scrutiny. He
can help you settle into your new home.” He tried to appeal to Penelope’s very practical side.
“You have made very thorough plans for your exit and your new life. Every circumstance you
can foresee is covered. But life will throw up a multitude of unforeseen circumstances and
you may yet need help.”

He could see Penelope wavering. “Just Kate and Benedict?”

Anthony smiled and placed his hand on his heart. “On my honour as a gentleman.”

Penelope looked into his eyes for a moment, then extended her hand for him to shake. “We
have an accord, Lord Bridgerton.”

Anthony smiled. “I think, in the circumstances, we can use our Christian names. Please call
me Anthony.”

Penelope smiled, the first fully relaxed, open smile he had seen on her. “Thank you Anthony.
For everything.”
 Anthony Tells Kate
Chapter Summary

Anthony shares the news with Kate.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Chapter Two. Anthony tells Kate

Anthony remained in the office for the rest of the day. The kitchens sent a tray for lunch and
dinner. Anthony picked at the food, but his conversation with Penelope had left him with
little appetite. He distracted himself studying the papers Penelope had left and checking the
accounts to find the funds to buy the property. The cottage was reasonably priced. Penelope
had chosen well. She may have been guided by her solicitor, but Anthony had no doubt
Penelope was making her own decisions.

Thinking about her grace and maturity in the face of adversity inevitably led his thoughts in
the direction he was avoiding: Colin. He had no idea how to deal with his brother. Everything
in him demanded Colin take responsibility for his actions, but He knew Penelope was right.
A forced marriage would leave them both miserable. Penelope, at least, did not deserve that.

Anthony had always felt, still felt responsible for for all his younger siblings, although he
repeatedly made a mess of things. His Donation to the Royal academy had left Benedict
questioning his worth and talent. Anthony had intended it as a thank you to his Brother for all
the support he had given Anthony; all he had sacrificed for the family. In Daphne’s first
season, he had been certain no one was good enough for his sister (a stance he still
maintained, although Simon was… passable.) When she forcefully informed him she needed
to marry, he had saddled her with that loathsome toad, Nigel Berbrooke. Clearly, he had made
some mistake with Colin, even if he wasn’t sure what it was yet.

Day turned to evening. Anthony sat in the dim light, lost in his thoughts until Kate arrived,
the only one to ignore his Lordship’s request for solitude. As his wife, such requests did not
apply to her. She entered the office, lighting a few candles. Anthony gazed at his wife,
wondering if the warm glow of her skin came from the candles, or her own internal light. She
came round to his side of the desk and sat in his lap, resting her arms on his shoulders.

“What troubles you, my husband?”

Anthony closed his eyes and leaned his head on Kate’s shoulder. He thanked god daily for the
gift of his wife. His burden’s already seemed lighter, knowing he could share them with her.

“Did you lock the door? No one can know what I must tell you.”

Kate rose and locked the door, then joined Anthony on the settee in from of the fire. She
allowed him a few minutes silence to gather his thoughts.

“Penelope Featherington came to see me today.”

“I didn’t realise she was expected today. Your mother did not mention it.”

“She was not expected, and she was not here for tea. She is with child.” He paused, realising
the enormity of what he was about to say, for the first time, out loud. “Colin is the father.”

Kate’s only reaction was to tighten her grip on Anthony’s hand. “Apparently, he went to her
after her sister’s wedding. The next morning he started courting Miss Foster.”

“That poor girl. I knew the moment I met her she was besotted with your brother.”

“Everyone knew, except Colin, or so I thought. We were all waiting for Colin to open his
eyes and start courting her. When she fell out with Eloise she seemed to give up on Colin
too.”

Kate’s heart ached for the girl, even though she did not know her well. Kate knew the pain of
watching the one you love court someone else. “Did she ask you to break Colin’s
engagement?”

“The opposite, actually. She has no desire to be ‘trapped in a marriage with a man who has no
regard for her.’ That is a direct quote.”

Kate nodded approvingly. “Good. That would be the worst of fates. What does she need from
you?”

“She asked that I buy her a cottage, after which she planned to disappear from our lives.”

“Just a cottage?” Kate was aghast. “I thought her smarter than that. What good is a place to
live if you have nothing to live on?”

Anthony shook his head. “Oh, she is smarter than that. Smarter than any of us. Penelope is
Lady Whistledown.”

Anthony took a moment to revel in Kate’s stunned expression. It wasn’t often he knew
something his wife did not. But Kate got over her surprise quickly, faster than Anthony had,
and started grinning.

“But that’s amazing! She’s so young, and she’s been doing it for years!”

“She has written some fairly scandalous things about out our family, our Courtship. Didn’t
she once compare you to a singed daffodil?”
Kate’s grin only widened. “Please, a mention in Whistledown meant I was someone in
London Society. And our courtship was scandalous enough without Whistledown. She said
some very positive things about Edwina that her kept reputation intact. Her comments may
have been hurtful, but they were always true.” Kate paused, lost in thought. “It makes so
much sense. Penelope was at all the balls and teas and promenades, always on the side,
always observing. And in all these years, she never gave herself away.”

“That’s where the living will come from. Apparently she has saved enough to give her
mother an annual sum, disguised as a Great Aunts bequest, and enough for herself and the
child, but needs help to by the property. Otherwise, I’m sure she would have disappeared
with none of us knowing about the child.”

“How can she disappear? She is Lady Whistledown! Her absence won’t just be noted, people
will talk of nothing else!” Kate exclaimed.

“She plans to unmask herself. Tell the Ton exactly what she thinks of them, then disappear.”

“It’s ironic. Penelope Featherington could quietly disappear, but the alter-ego she created will
require fanfare.” Kate’s smile faltered. “She must have been quite lonely. I wish I’d
befriended her more.”

“I’m glad you said that. You will get that chance. I’ve agreed to purchase the property, but
not to let her disappear completely. I plan to keep an eye on her, and her child.”

Kate, smiled at her husband, happy that she had married such a good man. “I do enjoy
frequent trips to the countryside.”

Anthony nodded. “I will accompany you when I can, but our frequent absence from London
might be noted, at least among the family. Penelope asked that no one know about the baby.
She is adamant it not get back to Colin.”

“That is certainly understandable, given the circumstances.” Her eyes grew serious. “A
woman has so few options in this world. Rarely respected, always judged. I will keep her
secrets.”

Anthony wrapped his arms around her shoulder and pulled his wife close. “I assured her she
could trust your discretion. I knew you would understand.” He lovingly kissed her temple.
“Let us to bed, Wife. I am exhausted from today, and I have to have this conversation one
more time tomorrow.”

“Who is to join our cabal of conspirators?” Kate asked. “Eloise?”

“No, Penelope feels their friendship is over and doesn’t want to drag Eloise into another
scandal. Besides, Eloise has a tendency to forget herself and blurt things out in mixed
company.”
Anthony rose and took Kate’s hand, leading her to their chambers.

“Then who?”
 “The one person I can rely on as much as I do you. Benedict.”

Chapter End Notes

Thank You for the positive response to Chapter One. I have 9 chapters complete with no
end in sight. I aim to post at least twice a week. Stick with me! I am all about happy
endings.
 Anthony Tells Benedict
Chapter Summary

Anthony and Kate bring Benedict into their group. (Really, the title is the summary.)

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Chapter Three. Anthony tells Benedict

Benedict awoke late morning in his bachelors lodgings to a tray by his bedside containing a
pot of strong tea, a plate of dry toast and a note from his brother. The tea and toast were
courtesy of his valet, who knew what he needed after a party at the Granville’s. He ignored
the note until he’d had sufficient breakfast to face the day. Early morning notes from his elder
brother never boded well for the day.

Benedict
Come to Bridgerton house today. I need to speak to you. It is a matter of utmost importance
and discretion. Please don’t mention this note to ANYONE in the family.
Please, Brother, I need your help. There is no one I trust more.
Anthony

Benedict read the note twice and tossed it in the fire. Anthony’s need for secrecy was clear,
so he wasn’t taking any chances for gossip and speculation. Anything he wanted kept secret
from the family had to be dire. Benedict and Anthony had established a strong bond after
their father’s death. It had been tested, but never broken, and it seemed Anthony was calling
on it now.

Benedict arrived at the end of the breakfast hour. Only Eloise remained in the breakfast room,
staring at an open book that she clearly wasn’t reading, still radiating an aura of ‘leave me
alone.’ Eloise had long been prone to black moods, especially after their father’s death. This
improved dramatically when she became friends with Penelope Featherington, which made
Penelope an instant favourite of the entire family. Benedict would give the Bridgerton fortune
to know what had caused the rift between them, or better yet, to heal it, whatever the cause.
But Eloise was behind stone walls right now, and it’s not like he could storm across the
square to demand answers of Penelope.

Benedict greeted his sister with a kiss on the top of her head, then mussed her hair. Eloise
gave him an annoyed glare, mitigated by a too brief smile, and Benedict left her in peace. She
talk when she was ready, not before. Pushing her to open up would only push her away.

Benedict entered Anthony’s office without knocking (he had been summoned after all) and
was greeted with the sight of his brother in a passionate embrace with his wife. It was far too
early in the day to see THAT. Benedict covered his eyes and cleared his throat. He heard
some shuffling.

“Is everyone decent?” He asked.

“You can look, you insufferable git,” Anthony grumped. “You can also knock before
entering.”

“Noted,” Benedict replied drily, and gave Kate a kiss on the cheek. “Good Morning, Sister.
You’re looking radiant.”

Kate smiled at his cheekiness. “Thank you, Brother. You look like you’ve risen from the
grave.”

“A bit of a late night last night.”

“Dedicated to your studies, no doubt,” Kate’s face was all innocence, while her voice dripped
with sarcasm. She was a perfect fit for Anthony, and for the Bridgerton Family.

“No doubt.”

Anthony glared at the pair of them. “Benedict, if you’re done flirting with my wife, we have
serious matters to discuss.” He nodded to Kate, who closed and locked the door. Benedict sat
down opposite Anthony, Kate taking the chair beside him.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Anthony looking stern. Benedict wracked his brain to
think of any scandal he might have caused, but there was nothing recent, or more scandalous
then usual.

“Penelope Featherington came to see me yesterday.” Anthony began.

Benedict had a surge of hope. “She wants to reconcile with Eloise?”

Anthony shook his head. “I wish. No, the matter was far more serious, and nothing to do with
Eloise.” Anthony fell silent again, as the words were lodged in his throat. “Penelope is with
child,” he eventually choked out. “Colin is the father.”

Benedict sat stunned for a full minute. Each time he drew breath to express a denial, he
stopped. Deny the pregnancy? Penelope wouldn’t make that up. Deny the father? Sadly, he
had more faith in Penelope’s honesty than in his flighty brother’s honour. So he sat silent, as
he tried to make the next logical step.

“When is the wedding?” He asked, quietly. He, like all his family, had expected Colin and
Penelope to wed eventually, but never under such poor circumstances.
“There won’t be one,” Anthony replied. “Or rather, Colin will continue with his engagement
to Miss Foster and marry in a month’s time.” Benedict opened his mouth to object, but
Anthony cut him off. “Penelope has no wish to be trapped in a marriage to one with so little
regard or respect for her. Those are her words and I cannot help but agree. A loveless
marriage would only punish her further.”

“I cannot believe Colin would do this. Dishonour one lady while courting another.”

“Apparently, it was only one night, just before Colin began his courtship. Not that that makes
it any better.” Anthony shook his head. “Penelope described him as being dreamy, unfocused,
not quite in his right senses. But he said all the things she’d waited years to hear and …
things happened.”

Benedict’s gaze sharpened at the mention of Colin seeming unfocused. “I think I know where
Colin’s senses were. When he returned from his travels last year, he shared with me a powder
he had discovered. He said it helped the mind access ‘higher thoughts and inspiration’. I took
some, more than he recommended and was high as a kite for the rest of the day, much of
which I don’t recall. I wonder if perhaps he overindulged as well.”

“It was the night of her sister’s wedding. Colin was certainly indulging in the champagne, if
you recall,” Anthony supplied.

Benedict nodded. “Probably a combination of the two, although he never could hold his drink
particularly well.” He slumped back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. A drink would go down
well right now, not just to ease his hangover. He felt a nudge against his hand and looked up.
Anthony was handing him a generous glass of whiskey. Benedict took a generous sip.

“So, I assume you will hold Colin down while I beat him senseless?” Benedict said, his
smouldering anger at his younger brother starting to burn brighter. Colin’s actions were
beyond the pale. He needed to pay for his selfishness.

“If a beating is dispensed, it will be by my hands. You may deal with what is left of him.”
Anthony replied, mirroring his brother’s anger. Benedict opened his mouth to argue when
Kate stood, silencing them both.

“Please cease your male posturing this instant,” She scolded them. “Colin is irrelevant. It is
Penelope’s welfare we need to address.” She returned to her seat. “I understand, I share your
desire that he take responsibility for his actions, but not if it harms Penelope.”

Benedict felt chastened and swallowed his anger. He would have to address it at some point,
preferably before he saw his brother again.

“You are right, of course, Kate. I assume you have a plan, Brother. What do you need me to
do?”

“It’s not my plan, but Penelope’s.” Anthony handed the folder to Benedict before continuing.
“She has asked my to purchase this property; a home for her and the child.”
Benedict studied the papers. He knew the area; it was near Southampton. Not fashionable
with the Ton, so little chance of running into familiar faces. A port city, so the locals would
be used to people coming and going. A good choice for someone looking to start over.

“It looks like she’s planned well, although a cottage is the least she should be asking for. O
assume you’ll be providing a living as well?”

Anthony and Kate exchanged glances. “Before I tell you anything more, I must have your
promise. Everything we discuss here stays between the three of us, and Penelope, of course.
Not a word said to anyone, even, or especially, the family.”

“I got that much from the note you sent. Please, Brother, you know you can trust me.”
Anthony continued to stare at him, waiting. Benedict rolled his eyes, then returned his
brother gaze. “I promise, I will speak of this to no one.”

Anthony gave a small smile of thanks. “Penelope has her own funds to live on, and if those
deplete, I have no doubt she could make more. Penelope is Lady Whistledown.” Anthony
delivered the news and waited, bracing himself for Benedict’s reaction.

Benedict sat back, his shock dissipating quickly as he thought about it. Penelope was quiet,
unassuming, shy, the epitome of a wallflower, but she was also clever, insightful and witty,
although she only showed that side to a select few. He’d seen it a few times, and now
recognised what a privilege that was. She was from a high enough family to be invited to all
the events, but not prestigious enough to be considered a prize on the marriage mart.
Thinking about it, she was obviously Lady Whistledown. Her genius was never letting
anyone else see her genius.

“Of course she is. How Marvellous.” Benedict grinned at his brother. “I assume we will be
following a plan of Penelope’s devising then? It will certainly be better than anything you or I
could come up with.”

Anthony looked a bit offended at that, but Kate merely smiled in smug agreement. “Yes, she
has it all planned out and I have agreed to most of it. I have already made arrangements to
purchase the cottage, in Penelope’s name. Kate will befriend her in the meantime, so we an
make plans without arousing suspicion. Once everything is in place, she will write a final
Whistledown column, scorching the Ton and unmasking herself. No one will wonder at her
disappearance after that.”

“It sounds like a flawless plan. I have to ask, what to you need me for?”

“Penelope’s plan was to sever all contact with her former life, to disappear completely. I
could not allow that.” Anthony’s expression softened, looking more melancholy than
Benedict had seen in a while. Since he married Kate, come to think of it. Anthony continued,
“That child is a Bridgerton, a part of our family. I cannot allow him to be cast the to winds.”

Benedict smiled, thinking of his youngest siblings. “An untethered Bridgerton. Think of the
chaos they might cause.”
 Anthony also smiled, no doubt thinking the same. “As Viscount, and head of the family, I
cannot simply disappear to the countryside on the regular basis without causing some
comment. Neither can Kate. You, however…”

“…have no real responsibilities and am often absent from society events, eager to dodge the
marriage mart.” He could see the logic, and in honesty, had no objection to the task. If
anything, he was happy he’d have a role in the child’s life. Anything for his family.

“I always knew my flighty reputation would come in handy one day”

Chapter End Notes

The story is still taking shape in my head and I think I know how it ends. I’m hoping to
update every Sunday and Wednesday.
 Chapter 4: Kate Tells Penelope
Chapter Summary

Kate and Penelope bond as Penelope’s plan is put into action.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Chapter 4. Kate asks Penelope.

The next morning, Kate crossed the square to the Featherington residence, opposite
Bridgerton house. Advantage of being a Viscountess; She could call on people lower in the
social ranking without an invitation. She was escorted to the drawing room immediately, and
the housekeeper, Mrs Varley, regretfully informed her that Lady Featherington visiting Miss
Prudence and was not at home, but assured her Miss Penelope would be down momentarily.

“Excellent,” Kate replied. “It is Miss Penelope I wish to speak with.”

Varley gave a surprised expression and scurried out of the room. Kate took a seat and waited.
Penelope entered a few minutes later. She looked wary but unsurprised at Kate’s visit.

“Lady Bridgerton,” Penelope dropped a small curtsy. “How lovely to see you.” She turned to
Varley. “Would you be so good as to bring some tea, Mrs Varley?” Varley nodded and rushed
to the kitchen, leaving the drawing room door open. Penelope closed it softly. She joined
Kate on the settee.

“That should buy us a few moments of privacy. She will need to prepare the tray. Our staff is
…. Much reduced these days. On her return she will be listening at the door.” Penelope
leaned forward and lowered her voice. “I assume you have spoken with your husband?”

Kate nodded. “He is taking matters in hand and arranging the purchase” Kate replied,
matching her tone. “I thought it better to call on you than ask you to Bridgerton House. Too
many people dropping in.”

Penelope leaned back, looking relieved. “Not a problem we will encounter here.”

Varley entered with the tea. “Shall I serve, Miss?”

“No , thank you, Varley. You may return to your duties.” Varley bobbed a curtsy and left the
room, leaving the door open the barest crack. Penelope looked at the door and then at Kate.
Kate rolled her eyes and nodded.

“How are you enjoying this season?” Penelope asked.

“Much more than last year,” Kate replied. “Married women are not subject to the scrutiny the
debutantes are.”

“I saw you at Lady Danbury’s ball. One gentleman’s eyes never left you. Your husband
looked completely besotted. When you danced together it was,” Penelope paused, a wistful
look on her face, “quite romantic.”

Penelope glanced at the door and frowned to see the crack had widened. Kate followed her
gaze.

“Miss Featherington, it is such a lovely day. I seems a shame to linger inside. Perhaps we
could go for a walk around the square?”

Penelope smiled. “Why yes, Lady Bridgerton, that sounds Ideal. I shall fetch my shawl.”
Penelope tiptoed to the door and abruptly pulled it wide open. Varley stumbled into the room.
Penelope was impressed she kept her feet.

“Ah, there you are Mrs Varley. I am going for a walk with the Viscountess. Please inform my
mother if she returns before me.” With that, Penelope and Kate swept out of the house,
leaving Varley with no gossip to pass on to her mistress.

Kate and Penelope walked the perimeter of the square, knowing the noise of the passing
carriages would cover their conversation. Still, they were both silent, neither sure how to
begin a conversation.

“Seeing how you must guard yourself in your own home,” Kate began, “I can see how you
learned to conceal your other persona.”

“Ah,” Penelope replied. “Anthony told you.” She began twisting her shawl around her
fingers, trying to remember what she had written about the Sharma’s last season. “I’m so
sorry…”

Kate reached out and grasped Penelope’s hands in hers. “Stop. You have nothing to apologise
for. You never wrote anything that wasn’t true, and your respectful words did much to bolster
my sisters reputation after… Well, after.”

“Didn’t I compare you to a singed daffodil at one point?” Penelope asked, surprised at Kate’s
reaction. “And I definitely said some unkind things about your husband.”

“First, you were correct, that dress didn’t suit me at all, and second, that mention in Lady
Whistledown made me feel like I was an important member of society.” Kate asserted. “And
Anthony deserved your censure. Men generally do. Their reputations are less fragile than
ours.”

Penelope smiled, marveling at the difference between Kate’s reaction and Eloise’s. She
quickly quashed the thought. The pain of losing Eloise’s friendship was still sharp, worse
than Colins’s multiple betrayals, and she couldn’t focus on that now.

Kate took her arm and they continued walking. “I have so many questions,” Kate said.
“Ask away,” Penelope replied. “I owe you answers, at the very least, and it won’t matter soon
anyway.”

“How did it start? Have you always been a writer?” Kate was bubbling over with questions,
and Penelope was amused by her enthusiasm.

“Reading has always been my refuge. I’ve always preferred quiet pastimes and my family
are,” she paused. “Well, you’ve met them. Writing was mostly contained to correspondence.
Then my Mother insisted on presenting me with my older sisters.”

“How old were you?”

“I was seventeen, youngest girl presented that year. I begged her to wait a year. I realise now
it was a practical decision. My family could not afford three consecutive years of
presentations.”

“It must have been overwhelming for someone more interested in books than balls.” Kate
surmised.

“Actually, I loved the balls. The opulence, the decorations. I love to dance. But I didn’t get
much opportunity. Lady Bridgerton would always coerce one of her sons to dance with me,
but otherwise, I was overlooked.” Penelope felt the old hurt creep over her. “The one’s who
didn’t ignore were… not kind.”

“Some people can only feel better by making others feel worse, I know,” Kate offered.

Penelope nodded. “I was young. I had such romantic hopes for my first season. That the Bon
Ton would see my worth in a way my family never did. After my first few disappointments, I
came home and wrote out all my feelings and observations. The ridiculous posturing, the
social climbing, the hypocrisy. I felt much better afterwards.”

“And you decided to publish?” Kate prompted.

“Oh heavens no,” Penelope laughed. “I put it in a drawer and forgot about it. However, my
father’s solicitor found it and read it. When I saw him reading it I was ready to die of
mortification, but then I realised he was laughing, not at me, but at what I wrote. He thought
it was witty, and insightful. He suggested I publish, and made all the arrangements with the
publisher. I think he knew, he must have known, about my family’s financial prospects, or
lack thereof, and saw a way for me to accrue a nest egg.”

“The same solicitor still manages your affairs?” Kate asked.

Penelope nodded. “More than that, he has taught me to manage my own affairs. While I, a
mere woman,” She rolled her eyes at Kate, who responded in kind, “cannot make
investments or purchase property directly, I have been directing my financial affairs for
nearly a year now.”

“I saw the portfolio you left with Anthony. You’ve done well for yourself.” Kate said. “At
first, I was worried you were only asking for the cottage, and not a living. Clearly, you have
everything in hand.”

Penelope smiled shyly. “I’ve made a few mis-steps, but recovered quickly. I’ve known for a
while I would need to look after my own future. Granted, I did not foresee this…
circumstance.” Her voice trailed off.

Kate clasped her arm tighter and kept them moving forward. “That is always the lot of
women. Men make plans; Women deal with circumstances.”

The two women had walked the whole of the square and returned to the Featherington house.
Kate turned to Penelope. “I have very much enjoyed our talk, Miss Featherington.”

“As have I, Lady Bridgerton.” Penelope smiled.

“I walk Newton in the park on fine mornings. I would be pleased if you could join me.”

“I would be delighted, Lady Bridgerton. Around 10am?”

“Yes, I like to be out before the high and mighty are awake. And yes, I am referring to my
husband.” The women shared a laugh.” And please, I can tell we are going to be friends. Call
me Kate. When people say Lady Bridgerton I assume they are speaking to my Mother-in-
law.”

Penelope smiled, feeling a connection she had lost with Eloise. “Kate, call me Penelope. I
will see you in the morning.”

Kate returned her smile. They each dipped a small curtsy. Penelope watched Kate cross to
Bridgerton house, then climbed the steps to her home.

Penelope rose early the next morning, had a light breakfast of bread and butter, (all her
stomach could tolerate lately), and left for the park before the rest of the household began to
stir. The streets were crowded with tradespeople going to work. Penelope, dressed in a plain
cloak and without a chaperone, blended into the crowd. She arrived at the park well before
10, found a bench and simply watched the world go by. London could be a beautiful place,
once you got away from all the people.

Sharp barking lifted Penelope from her contemplation. Newton the dog was trotting towards
her, followed by Kate. Penelope rose to greet her.

“Penelope, you look lovely this morning,” Kate said, linking her arm with Penelope’s. “I
hope you have not been waiting too long.”

Penelope fell in step with Kate. “Not at all. It’s rare to see Hyde Park so quiet. I quite enjoyed
it. London is always so busy.”

“Will you miss it, do you think?” Kate asked.

“The park or the city?”

“Both. You’ve lived here all your life, haven’t you?”

“Yes. The Featherington Country House is rather run down. Mama only goes there when it’s
too unfashionable to be in London. I will miss some things about London. The Bookstores,
the libraries, the museums and galleries. All the ideas and discussions. But Southampton has
much to recommend it. Port cities are always full of new things, new ideas.”

“New people?” Kate asked.

Penelope shook her head ruefully. “I think I need a break from people. I’ll miss some
people,” Penelope added hurriedly, not wanting to ruin another promising friendship. “It will
just be a rather short list.”

Kate gave her an understanding smile. “A select few. Quality is more important than
quantity.” The two women shared a smile. Kate asked, in a cautious tone,“Will you miss
Lady Whistledown?”

Penelope was silent for a few steps, considering her answer. “Yes and no. I think I will miss
the activity; the purpose it gave me. It was something entirely mine. No one else could have
done it. It was an achievement beyond embroidery and pianoforte.” Her hand drifted to her
stomach. “I suppose I’ll have a new project to fill my time soon enough.”

Kate sensed her friends thoughts taking a sad turn and sought to correct it. “What about the
things you won’t miss?”

“About the column? I won’t miss the deadline pressure. Having to seek out fresh gossip
every week. Eavesdropping on every conversation but never joining in. Observing all the
deceit and hypocrisy. Then there all the secrets I didn’t write about. People whose lives were
privately crumbling through no fault of their own, didn’t need to be publicly destroyed. It
hurt to know, but not be able to help.” Penelope looked at Kate. “I’ll miss the writing, but not
the things I was writing about.”

“Well,” Kate ventured, “Perhaps you can write about other things.”

“Perhaps,” Penelope replied. “I’m certainly about to embark on a new adventure.”

The two women continued their promenade, talking of inconsequential things. As they parted
ways, they made arrangements to meet again the next day. Even if there was no information
to share, even if they didn’t discuss the situation at all, Penelope felt easier in the company of
someone who Knew.

They continued meeting for a week, when Kate could finally tell Penelope that the cottage
purchase was complete, and presented Penelope with the deed. Penelope read the document,
her fingers tracing the lines of her own name, next to the words ‘Owner of the property’. She
folded it carefully and pressed the paper to her heart. Kate could see the tears shining in her
eyes and guided her to a secluded bench.

Penelope took a few moments to regain her composure, joy and fear warring on her
countenance. She eventually settled on cautious optimism and looked at Kate.
“Well, it looks like time to enact stage two,” Penelope said, forcing some resolve into her
voice.

“Anthony and I will accompany you to your new home,” Kate raised her hand to forestall
Penelope’s protest. “My Husband is quite resolved in this, and I agree with him. You cannot
out-stubborn both of us. We will take trip to the countryside a few days before your
departure. An unmarked coach will collect you and we will meet you at an inn. There is a
note attached to the deed.”

Penelope nodded. “I want to leave the day before the Macclesfield ball. My solicitor will
deliver my final column to the printers and arrange for it’s distribution at the Ball. I will be
well away by then.”

“That will cause a stir. Finally, something interesting happens at a ball and I will miss it,”
Kate joked. “Oh well, I expect I will hear about it at length at every ball for the rest of the
season.”

Penelope took on an earnest look. “I want to thank you, Kate. Your friendship has become a
lifeline for me. I shall miss our daily walks.”

Kate took her hand. “I shall visit as often as I can. And I expect regular letters.”

“I will send them via my solicitor,” Penelope promised. “Eloise might… would recognise my
handwriting, and ask questions.”

“And of course, you can send them with Benedict. He will be visiting more frequently than
we can.”

“That’s really unnecessary. I will be fine.”

“Hush,” Kate admonished. “Your child and by extension, you are a part of our family now.
You might as well get used to us popping in and out. Besides, it will give Benedict something
to do aside from needling my husband. After all, that’s really a wife’s privilege.” She smirked
at Penelope, who giggled in return. Kate’s expression grew serious. “It will also limit any
contact he might have with Colin. Benedict is quite angry, more than I have ever seen him.
Not that he would ever betray your confidence,” Kate reassured, “But I doubt he could
conceal his disdain. Best they only meet at large, busy gatherings. It will be easier to distract
them.”

“Colin is generally easily distracted,” Penelope said coolly.

“I’m sorry. I know speaking of him must be painful,” Kate said.

Penelope tilted her head, as if examining her feelings from another angle. “Not painful, no.
My feelings for him are quite detached. As if we were acquaintances only. Like he was
someone I knew of, but didn’t actually Know.” She shook her head ruefully. “Which I
suppose is true. I never really knew him.”
 Kate grasped her arm and propelled her along the path. “No time for sad thoughts,” Kate said,
her enthusiasm only slightly forced. “You are on the brink of whole new life.”

“A grand adventure,” Penelope concurred, matching Kate’s tenor. “If I keep framing it that
way, perhaps I can even believe it.”

Chapter End Notes

As promised, new chapter on Wednesday. I hope to post the next one on Sunday, but I
may be out of WiFi range. If I miss Sunday, I will definitely post Monday.

Thank you all SOOOO much for the comments and Kudos. This is my first time posting
a Fanfic and the support is spurring me on!
 Lady Whistledown tells the Ton
Chapter Summary

Penelope makes her grand farewell.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Chapter 5. Lady Whistledown Tells The Ton

Dearest Gentle Reader,

I have watched you all for many a season now, shared your trials and tribulations, learned all
your secrets. And be assured, I knew all the things you tried to hide, even if I chose not to
share them all. Perhaps I saw no advantage to the revelation, perhaps your darkest secret was
simply not that interesting. Never the less, I knew.

For years now, I have been derided, celebrated, cursed and praised as I reported on all your
trysts, tiffs and tête-à-têtes, and I have come to wonder, why? Everything I wrote was already
known, to some if not all. I realise now that publishing the misdeeds, the hypocrisy, the lies
of the Ton, I have lent them an importance they frankly do to deserve.

I have always addressed you as my GENTLE readers, but you are not gentle. As a group,
Readers, you are cruel, vicious, taking pleasure in the humiliation of others, all the while
keeping your own skeletons firmly in a locked closet, lest the same humiliation be meted out
to you. Some will heap scorn upon the less advantaged in order to deflect attention from the
own failings. Other cast judgment in the guise of brutal honesty. In truth, they enjoy the
brutality more than the honesty.

No, you are not gentle, my readers, you are not good. If my barbs have pricked you on
occasion, they are nothing to the lances you have hurled in my direction. It is true, readers, I
have been amongst you all the while. I have had to endure your pity, your scorn, your
indifference and your mockery, but I have endured.

Furthermore, I have profited. It has been a very beneficial relationship. You overlooked me
even as you filled my coffers with money. And so I can forgive your scorn. Your ignorance
and arrogance have served me well.

In the beginning, I delighted in the responses to my words. As time passed, I was gratified in
the fortune I accrued. Now, I have enough money and I know my own worth, so the spiteful
gossip and pompous pedantry of the Ton has become rather tedious. The names change, but
 the stories do not. This season has been very dull indeed, which is anathema to a gossip
monger, so I have decided to leave.

As a parting gift, I give you something more interesting to talk about than Cressida Cowper’s
ridiculous hair adornments.

Sincerely,

Penelope Featherington
Wallflower of the Ton
Lady Whistledown

Chapter End Notes

Thank you all for the warm responses. It keeps me going.

This Chapter is short, but vital.
Next chapter will (finally) see interaction between Pen and Ben. You know, the couple
this fic is meant to be about. See you Wednesday!
 Chapter 6: Benedict tells Penelope
Chapter Summary

Benedict checks in on Penelope and it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Chapter 6 Benedict tells Penelope

Benedict approached the cottage on the hill, slowing his horse to a walk as he took in the
scene. The cottage was well situated a sheltering copse of trees behind it and a stunning view
of the sea in front of it. Benedict paused in his ascent, mentally framing the seascape he
would paint. He slid off his horse, grabbed the reins and continued up the path.

A woman emerged from the cottage and began working in the garden. Benedict assumed it
was Penelope’s maid until he caught a glimpse of the red curls escaping from her bonnet.
Only Penelope Featherington had hair that colour; one he had tried and failed to replicate in
paint. As she stood and stretched, he could see the change in her physique. She had always
been curvaceous, delightfully so to his mind, but the next Bridgerton was making their
presence known. They had acted just in time.

“Should you be doing that in your condition?” Benedict called as he neared the cottage.

Penelope straightened and turned. “That’s a rather unusual greeting,” She replied tartly,
removing her garden gloves and picking up her basket of vegetables. “Most people start with
Hello.”

Benedict grinned, tying his horse to the hitching post. “Polite greetings are for acquaintances.
Family can be more direct.” He clasped Penelope’s hands warmly and placed a kiss on each
one. “And my question stands. Should you not be resting?”

“I am not one of your sisters, Mr Bridgerton,” Penelope retorted sternly. “Nor am I an

invalid. I am quite capable of a little light gardening.”

Benedict was momentarily worried that he had offended Penelope, until her stern expression
melted into a grin. She gave his hands a warm squeeze, then gathered her basket and gestured
to the cottage. “Come inside, I’ll put on some tea.”

Benedict followed her into the cottage and was instantly warmed by the homey atmosphere.
The main floor was one large room, kitchen to the right, dining table at the back, sitting room
to the left with a large hearth. There was a large set of shelves full of books and a writing
desk, armchair and settee. The furniture looked good quality, worn but comfortable. Benedict
took a seat and watched Penelope bustle around the kitchen. She looked…. happy. She wore
a simple green day dress he recognised as Genevieve Delacroix’s work. The colour suited her
far more than the citrus monstrosities her mother forced her into.

He stood as Penelope approached, balancing a tea tray and a plate of biscuits. Benedict took
the heavy tray and placed it on the table, then took his seat again. Penelope poured the tea
and passed him a cup, already fixed to his liking, then sat opposite him with her own tea.

They sat in somewhat awkward silence for a moment, then spoke at the same time.

“How are you settling in?”

“Did you have a pleasant journey?”

They paused again, then laughed, the awkwardness broken. Benedict gestured for Penelope to
go first.

“Did you have a pleasant journey?” She asked. “I hope you had no trouble finding us.”

Benedict waved away her concern. “You are somewhat off the beaten track, but still in sight
of it. The journey was pleasant.”

“I’m sorry you were obliged to come out here.” She smirked into her teacup. “I know you are
quite popular with a few different social circles in London.”

Benedict blushed, suddenly remembering he was talking to Lady Whistledown. “Yes, well, I
can manage a certain amount of sociability. I need regular breaks from the Bon Ton. I was,
however, quite happy to be in London the last few weeks. Your departure caused quite a stir.”

“I assume you mean Lady Whistledown’s last laugh. I doubt my own disappearance would
have merited even a flutter of gossip.”

Benedict noted the self-disparagement, so often a feature of the column, and chose to ignore
it for the moment. “There are still debates raging over whether you were indeed Lady
Whistledown.”

“The deliberate ignorance of the ton is a thing I shall not miss.” Penelope chuckled. “Heaven
forfend they might have misjudged someone. That they might have been wrong.”

Benedict detected the pain in her voice and opted to change the subject. “How are you
settling in?” He looked around. “I was given to understand you had a ladies maid with you.”

“She has family in town, so she stays there most nights. She is off today.” Penelope rolled her
eyes at Benedict’s scandalised expression. “She will live here when my time is close, and
after the child arrives. At the moment, I don’t need much attending to, so you needn’t worry.”

Benedict shrugged and took another biscuit. “The worry comes with being an Uncle. You
might as well get used to it. And I will worry about you living on your own. You can’t stop
me.”
Penelope rolled her eyes again and huffed. Benedict heard the word ‘men’ under her breath.

“Will you stay here awhile? I have a spare bedroom prepared.” A cheeky grin spread across
her face. “I wonder what pricks your conscience more: Staying in the house with me
unchaperoned, against all propriety, or leaving me here alone.”

Benedict gave it some thought and Penelope laughed. “Oh Benedict, I can see the war going
on in your head, it all plays out on your face.”

Benedict glared for a moment, but couldn’t keep it up. “I’ll stay here, if you’re comfortable
with that.”

“I am. Family, after all. Besides, I have no reputation left to ruin. Would you like some more
biscuits?”

Benedict pushed the plate away. Thank you, no. I can leave a biscuit on the plate; I’m not
Colin, after all.” Benedict’s brain suddenly caught up with his mouth and he slapped his hand
to his face. “I’m sorry…”

Penelope waved away his apology. “It’s fine. Someone had to mention him eventually. I
know he still exists.” She leaned back and sighed. “I’m actually surprised it took this long.”

“Do you want to talk about him?” Benedict asked, hesitantly.

Penelope was silent for a minute. “Someday. Perhaps. Not right now.” She took a deep breath
and shook off her thoughts. “Right now, I would like to know how my last column was
received.”

“In general? Or specific reactions?” Benedict asked, matching Penelope’s eagerness. He was
prepared for this. He attended balls purely for the research purposes.

“Fun first. What did the Bon Ton have to say?”

“Well, there were a few who said they knew it all along. These people were largely ignored.
Then there were those who refused to believe it was true.”

Penelope interrupted. “You mean, refused to believe it was me.”

Benedict tilted his head, considering. “Some. Cressida Cowper and her ilk, certainly. They
had some… rather unkind things to say about you, which only served to illustrate that yes, it
was probably you and that yes, you had some justification.” He grinned at her. “People have
been a lot more courteous lately. If you thought conversation at balls was dull before.”

“The weather and the quality of refreshments?” Penelope smirked.

“And whether they will play the latest dance. All very polite.”

“To be fair, conversation at balls was always dull,” Penelope offered. “I got my best gossip
listening to the servants. They always knew the secrets.”
“There are many who are delighted. They think you’re a bit of a hero. Some refuse to believe
Lady Whistledown has stopped publishing. They still await your triumphant return.”

Penelope smiled briefly. “Now for the not-so-fun. How did the Queen react?”

Benedict thought for a moment. “Enigmatically. She would have seen the news privately, so
no one knows her initial reaction.”

Penelope interrupted again. “At least, no one who is willing to gossip. Her servants are very
loyal and very discreet. I could never get anything from her inner circle. Believe me, I tried.”

“I’m sure you did,” he replied. “Publicly, she didn’t say much, but gave the overall
impression that she knew it all along. When asked, her only reply was ‘There was a time
when people underestimated me. It seems each generation must learn the lesson anew.’”
Benedict’s voice was a credible impersonation of Queen Charlotte. Penelope giggled.

Benedict continued. “Lady Danbury was very complimentary. She was impressed you never
gave yourself away. She was delighted at how you fooled everyone, including her, and
regrets not taking the time to know you better.”

“I always liked Lady Danbury. I tried to mimic her tone in the column.” She took a deep
breath. “Now for the difficult one’s.”

“Your family.” Benedict affirmed.

“No,” Penelope scoffed, “your family. I can already imagine my family’s reaction. Mother
will be publicly scandalised and disown me to all who will listen. I left her a letter, telling her
how her income has been supplemented by my work. I think she’d privately be a bit proud of
how I fooled them all. Philippa will be sure there’s some mistake. Prudence will be unsure
what’s going on.”

Benedict was impressed. “That’s frighteningly accurate. You really do have a knack for
reading people.” He paused, thinking about his own family. “Obviously, Anthony and Kate
already knew, they were vocal defenders. Hyacinth and Gregory think you’re the greatest
person who ever lived. I think Hyacinth may be plotting to carry on in your footsteps.
Anthony is watching her carefully. Francesca’s reaction was much like my own; she hadn’t
considered it, but it made perfect sense once she heard. Mother was quietly proud of you. She
always said you reminded her of herself, more than any of her own children. Whenever your
name is mentioned, she worries about you being alone.”

“And Eloise?” Penelope prompted.

Benedict looked at her. “Did Eloise already know? Was that the reason for your falling out?”

“Yes,” Penelope replied sadly. “She found me out after I wrote about her. We argued. She
could not accept my explanation or listen to my reasons and things escalated. We both said
terrible things. I said things I regret, even if they were true. I know she can never forgive
me.” She dabbed her eyes with the hem of her apron. “Losing her friendship is my only
 regret in all this. But, given the circumstances,” she paused, placing her hand on her belly, “It
was probably for the best.”

Benedict took her hand in comforting hold. “When she read your farewell column, she locked
herself in her room for a week. When she emerged she was no longer angry, just sad. I think
she would have forgiven you. Eventually. She was just taking her own stubborn time about
it.” Benedict gave her hand a comforting squeeze. “For what it’s worth, I think you were right
not to tell Eloise about Lady Whistledown. She cannot keep a secret when gets upset.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before noticing the growing darkness. She did not ask
for Colin’s reaction and he did not offer it.

Penelope stood and gathered the empty cups and plates. “You should stable your horse, then
I’ll show you to the guest room.”

“Can I help with the dishes?” Benedict hesitated to leave her alone.

Penelope gave him another mocking glare. “I can handle the washing up. I cannot handle
your horse.”

Benedict bowed in acquiescence and went to see to his horse, a wide smile on his face. He
realised he’d been smiling for most of the afternoon. He found it easy to smile around
Penelope.

Chapter End Notes

It’s Wednesday, so I’m Back. 6 chapters in and my lead couple finally have a
conversation. I warned you it was extremely slow burn.

Thanks so much for the Kudos and comments! I’m glad you liked Pen’s FU letter.
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