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“You see, these roses,” Anthony flaunted, holding up the bright buds to his brothers. “The most expensive bouquet in the shop. Penelope only needs to take a small whiff of these, and she’ll be mine by the night.”
“Oh, flowers! How original, dear brother.” Benedict sneered and then scoffed. “Did it ever occur to you and your nitwit brain that Penelope would desire a gift of original and creative work? Such as a painting?” Benedict, with an exaggerated flourish of his hands, then produced a pocket-size painting from his waistcoat, presenting it like some rare treasure from the sea.
“Penelope’s favorite place of scenery, the quiet pond from her country estate.” Benedict proclaimed pompously. “To demonstrate how I listen and care for her.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ , Benedict,” Colin snarled in disgust. “That's the most repulsive and elementary thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Anthony and you, the two dolts that you are, have clearly missed the opportunity to provide Penelope with what she truly wants.” And with that, he lifted his sack from the ground and emptied a pile of books onto the nearby table. “Amateurs, the two of you, really as my gift for Penelope is clearly the best.”
“Oh, you little shi -”
Of consequence, arguments between the three men soon ensued, all trying to prove how their gift is the best, a fact which would subsequently help them in winning the courting race for Miss Penelope Featherington’s hands.
The youngest of the Bridgerton brothers, Gregory, who was only just three and ten, observed his brothers’ fighting shaking his head at their antics before looking down at his gift for Penelope. A tiny stray kitten (which he had only rescued just this morning), returned his gaze through bright blue eyes, the very same shade as Penelope’s. Its orange fur was bright and its delicate neck was wrapped up in a pretty pink bow, Penelope’s favorite color.
Gregory stroked the kitten’s fur as he looked back at his brothers, whose bickering had now become very physical as Anthony smacked his bouquet of roses in Colin’s face just before Benedict hit Anthony over the head with one of Colin’s books.
“Such imbeciles,” Gregory muttered to the kitten before turning on his heel and heading for the door, ready to cross the street from his house to the Feathrington’s to give Penelope his gift. For while he wasn’t as insanely in love with Penelople as his three brothers were, it would certainly feel good to out best them in something and win this little competition of gifts.