Chapter 7It was clear to all of the guests at the Mottram ball Thursday last that Miss Rosamund Reiling has set her cap far Mr. Phillip Cavender.
It is the opinion of This Author that the two are well matched indeed.
LADY WHISTLEDOWN'S SOCIETY PAPERS,
30 APRIL 1817
Ten minutes later, Sophie was sitting next to Benedict Bridgerton in his phaeton.
"Is there something in your eye?" he asked politely.
That caught her attention. "I beg your pardon?"
"You keep blinking," he explained. "I thought perhaps you had something in your eye."
Sophie swallowed hard, trying to suppress a round of nervous laughter. What was she supposed to say to him? The truth?
That she was blinking because she kept expecting to wake up from what could only be a dream? Or maybe a nightmare?
"Are you certain you'
