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“I can give you fifteen hundred right now,” Victoria said suddenly.
She stepped forward, a bit unsteady, coming up beside Mateo instead of hiding behind him. “You don’t say anything. Not to anyone. Ever.”
Ogilvie raised an eyebrow. “I don’t want your money,” he said.
“What do you want then?” she asked, hand settling on her hip, a flicker of attitude slipping through.
Ogilvie tilts his head as he thinks. What does he what? The internship at the PTMC next year. That packet of cigarettes. Her on her knees in front of him instead.
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Ogilvie accidentally catches Victoria and Mateo hooking up and makes a deal not to tell.
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“You have a benefactor,” the Reverend Mother said without preamble.
“A London patron. Name undisclosed. They’ve arranged for you to travel to the city for the upcoming Season.” She paused, watching Marie closely. “It appears... someone wishes for you to make your debut.”
Marie’s breath caught in her throat. “There must be some mistake.”
“There isn’t.” The Reverend Mother tapped the envelope once, then slid it across the desk.
Marie stared. “Why?”
The Reverend Mother gave her the closest thing to kindness Marie had ever seen from her. “Perhaps they see something in you. Or perhaps they see what they can make of you.”
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A Mariejordan fic inspired (loosely) by Bridgerton
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5 times Marie cries during her pregnancy and the 1 time Jordan does.
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Marie goes to pick Jordan up from work and ends up spending the afternoon sitting on their desk, on the floor, and eventually in their lap while they try to get literally any work done.
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Jordan didn’t look convinced. In fact, they glanced at the door like it might swing open and swallow them whole. They took the last step together, eyes lifting to the enormous front door. Snowflakes drifted down. For a moment, the world felt still.
Jordan swallowed, voice quieter. “My family… they’re not bad people. They’re just—”
“A lot?” Marie supplied.
Jordan nodded. “Yeah. A lot.”
Marie reached out and took their free hand, thumb brushing over Jordan’s knuckles. “Well,” she said softly, “lucky for you, I can handle a lot.”
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Marie and Jordan spend time with Jordan’s parents.