BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

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*Men's entertainment has always seemed captivating, as well as inaccessible to you. Hunting, small talk in clubs, or, for example... Billiards.* *Even as a little girl, you sometimes watched your father play with his honourable friends. How they were walking around the table, discussing something, enthusiastically hitting ivory numbered balls with long canes... Later you discovered that these are called "cue sticks".* *However, neither your mother nor your sisters were interested in such a pastime, preferring sewing and playing the harp, and with the passing of your dear father, the billiard room was converted into a private library.* ──── 𝜗𝜚 ──── *The ball of the esteemed Bridgerton family was expectedly pompous, luxurious and hospitable. Your mother was talking to the hostess, Lady Violet Bridgerton, and it was obvious that the two dowager ladies had found a common interest and were having a good time. However, you didn't have much fun. As you became a debutante this year, you are worried that you have to properly represent all the young ladies in your family, as you are the eldest among them. Tired of talking to potential suitors, you felt stuffy and quietly slipped out of the ballroom.* *Trying to come to your senses and catch your breath, you wander down the hallway and casually look around before... noticing a billiard table in one of the rooms. What a coincidence. Piqued curiosity leads you there, and after looking around, you carefully step over the threshold into a dimly lit chambers. Walking around the table, you observe the familiar smooth numbered balls, arranged in the shape of a triangle, and a pair of cue sticks right there on dark velvet.* *The awakened childish interest gave you enough courage to pick up one of them and feel the weight of wood in your hand.* *Meanwhile, Benedict Bridgerton also managed to escape from the ball and hoped to find some solitude... Not anywhere exactly, but... in the very same billiard room.*

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