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On Violet’s 36th birthday, Colin and Eloise burst into the drawing room after school. Colin is in a complete tizzy and Eloise yapping a mile a minute. Violet tries to figure out what has gotten into them, as the other three children enter the house normally and go straight to their rooms to work on homework or coloring. Violet stood, walking around the two tornados that had just swept in, and the most beautiful head of auburn curls adorning a tiny pixie of a human. The young girl looked up to Violet, her twinkling brown eyes shimmering with flecks of gold.
“Children, may I ask for an introduction to the pretty Miss hiding behind you?”
Colin blew out all his air in irritation, “Mother! That is what I was trying to tell you!”
Eloise then interjected, tugging the tiny girl forward for a formal introduction, “Miss Penelope Anne Featherington, I would like you to meet my mother, Violet Ledger Bridgerton.”
Penelope gave a clumsy curtsy and fell into a fit of giggles.
Violet looked between her children, Eloise seemingly annoyed at the informality that her introduction had devolved into, and Colin smiling with delight, bowing and offering her his hand.
As Penelope made to stand, something came over Violet, and she found herself scooping her off the floor and spinning her in a circle before setting her down on her tiny feet, all while saying, “My Miss. Featherington, it is a delight to meet you!”
Penelope’s giggles continued, as Colin bit his lip in a pout, and Eloise smiled at her friend.
Just then, Edmund came into the drawing room to see what all the hubbub was. The look of pure love on his wife’s face was a testament to how large her heart was.
“And who do we have here?” Edmund asked bowing to the young Miss and taking her hand into his, placing a light kiss on her knuckles.
Violet placed a hand on Penelope’s back as she introduced her, “Well my love, it would seem our clever children have brought home the young Miss. Penelope Anne Featherington.”
Penelope seemed taken aback by the amount of love in this room between these people. She did her best not to fall over during this curtsy.
“Well my love,” Edmund said as he righted himself and looked at Violet, “You will have to invite our new friend to your birthday dinner this evening! And why,” Edmund continued with mischief in his voice, while striding across the room to pick up a small paper crown, “aren’t you wearing your birthday hat!?” He placed the silly headgear back on Violet's lovely chestnut curls.