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jacquetta side eyed her older brother. ❝if you must know, i took my son to the park, and sat with some of the other mothers while the children played.❞

The Viscount closed the journal he was sketching in with a huff, his eyes narrowing as he rubbed black charcoal from his fingers with a hankerchief he had, at some point, bought for his wife. It was a beautiful day but he had been out here ao long that his stomach had bugun to growl and he laughed softly at himself.

jacquetta never been a big whiskey drinker, mostly because james, her husband, had hated it, so he never kept it around. ❝i wouldn't mind, although i am more of a scotch drinker. or bourbon.❞ she knew most ladies, if they did enjoy a stronger drink, never admitted to it. however being a wealthy widow, jacquetta did not care.

"i do hope the ladies who were able to take part in the basket auction were sufficiently wined and dined by their respective victors.." nova mused, perhaps a little bitter that she hadn't been able to join in with the festivities. the truth was, she had wanted to submit a basket. but.. there was no way that she would feasibly be able to. the beauty struggled to put food on the table for her and her younger sister as it was, so filling a silly little basket with treats that she'd have to spend hard earned money on? it was completely out of the question.

Jacquetta smiled a bit ❝i would hope so. i know my sister sent in a basket, and from what i hear he was a nice gentleman.❞ Jacquetta looked at the other women ❝did you not feel the desire or need to send one in?❞ Jacquetta had donated some money, but she figured it was more of a single person's game. she had no desire to get remarried, so why bother?

with ocean hues trained on the sign that sat upon on the stone wall beside the door to his new office, hamish tapped his chin thoughtfully, brows furrowed a little as he studied the sign. it was a strange feeling, seeing his family name displayed there. it was a moment of pride, for the gentleman had come so far from where he began. his family had been one of poverty, but he had made a name for himself, and was now celebrating five years of being his own boss. eyes then moved around the street, calling out to the first person he laid eyes on. “excuse me, sir/ma’am.. apologies for the interruption but could i ask a favour? the sign here.. does it look straight to you?” hamish directed the other’s attention to the sign, humming softly to himself. 

  jacquetta was enjoying a rare moment when she could have some time to herself. while she did not need anything, she decided to go shopping. she did not buy much, just a few small things. a doll for her cousin, a toy solider for her son, and a new bonnet for herself. as she walked around, looking at the various shops, she heard a male voice ask her a question. she paused, and looked at the sign ❝maybe just a little crooked. if you turn it slightly, it should be just perfect❞ she assured the man. he was handsome, and older than she. 

jacquetta shook her head, but not upset ❝no, i am not looking to get married again, and i figured, why i bother? let the ones who want to take part in the dance❞ jacquetta nodded ❝i understand the feeling. i do not know about your husband, but mine wouldn't want me to sit and mourn. then again,❞ she thought smiling a little ❝i never saw him practically melancholy. he always had good cheer, and wanted others to feel the same.❞

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jacquetta looked interested ❝were mentioned in whistledown?❞ she was thankful she hadn’t. not really. when she had been unmarried, she had lived in the country, and by the time she had come to london, she was married, and did not get mentioned as much as the unmarried ladies. in a way, being married, or even widowed, had helped her stay under the radar. ❝what did you do?❞

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❝then you make it❞ jacquetta said and smiled warmly ❝in this world, women have to create space, and take for ourselves. if it is not made for you, then change and make it for you.❞

the morning was bright, the sun high in the sky and shining splendidly. much to her ward’s dismay, anabelle had chosen to miss out on the festivities from the night before, and now following her reading of lady whistledown’s latest issue, she was rather glad she had. it seemed that the woman had eyes everywhere, even in the most seemingly private and secluded places. with the issue in hand, the princess continued to read as she strolled through the stunning gardens, the scent of the fresh flowers providing an aroma that was simply divine. the woman could hear the gentle laughter of women as they walked with their potential suitors. with eyes glued to the paper, analyzing each and every word of the formidable lady whistledown, anabelle was not entirely focused on where she was walking to, and somehow found herself walking straight into someone. with a soft gasp, azure hues widened as the princess quickly stumbled back. “oh- my apologies.. I really should to keep an eye on where i am going.” the princess spoke, her hands wringing together in embarrassment as her cheeks turned a deep rouge colour. “i am simply not used to so many people being out for a stroll at this hour.” it was true, but a lousy explanation nonetheless.

jaquetta was running after her four year old son, as he ran through the park. ❝james! come here❞ while she was a lady and had a nanny with her, her own parents had not been absent during her childhood, and since she was the only parent her son had, she wanted to be there for him. after all, she loved her son so very much. finally she caught up to him as he bumped into someone. ❝oh my i am so very sorry.❞ suddenly jacquetta recognized the women as the princess anabelle. she felt even more embarrassed, but did not take it out on her son. after all, he was so young, he did not know who stood before him. she looked at her son and said   ❝now, what do we say when we do not watch where we are going?❞ she asked curiously. the little four year old looked up at them and said   ❝i’m sorry.❞ jacquetta added ❝your majesty❞ and he looked up, looking scared  ❝your majesty❞ and with that he ran back to the nanny   ❝i truly am sorry, your majesty are you alright?❞ she had not heard much about the young princess, and hoped she was not mean or rude, especially to a young child. there was a lot jacquetta would put up with anyone hurting her son was not one of them 

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❝honestly, ❞ jacquetta began ❝that sounds a lot more enjoyable than my evening.❞ she hadn't had a bad time, but she also wasn't into all the dancing and such everyone else was. ❝it was lovely, i would've rather be home with my son, but i have to keep up appearances, for when he is old enough to actually be lord covington❞

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