"I do love you, Penelope," Portia said.
She drew back and wiped a tear from her eye.
"I shall be lonely without you, of course, since I'd assumed we would grow
old together, but this is what's best for you,
and that, I suppose, is what being a mother is all about."
Colin: Come now, I wasn't that drunk
Benedict: You were flirting with Penelope
Colin: So what? She's my wife.
Hyacinth: You asked her if she was single
Colin:
Hyacinth: And then you cried when she said she wasn't
โEloise was her dearest friend, Colin was her love but It was Eloise, who had shaped her life
Penelope couldn't imagine what the last decade would've been like without Eloise's smile, her laughter & her indefatigable good cheer
Even more than her own family, Eloise had loved herโ
While doing my silly little edits I noticed how the Featherington sisters are actually there to support each other on the hard times, putting aside the rivalries they may have between them... It's actually really heartwarming
โThere had been so many times that she'd
come home from tea with Eloise and her family,
curled up on her bed, and wished that she'd been born a Bridgerton.
Well, now she was a Bridgerton, by marriage if not by birth and it was true, life was better as a Bridgerton.โ
โ This was love. Oh, this was love love love love. A silly
repetition of words, perhaps, but that was precisely what Penelope doodled
on a ridiculously expensive sheet of writing paper, along with the words,
"Mrs. Colin Bridgerton" & "Penelope Bridgerton" & "Colin Colin Colin" โ
Tiene dos pedazos de tetas como dos putisimos barcos que se mueven de manera discontinua y ademรกs no simรฉtrica es decir se sube la teta derecha baja la izquierda o sea es como que respiran las tetas
โHer mother loved her. She knew her
mother loved her and she loved her mother back.
It was just that sometimes she didn't much like her mother.
She hoped that didn't make her a bad person. But truly, her mother could
try the patience of even the kindest, gentlest of daughtersโ