It’s In His Kiss With 2nd Epilogue (Bridgertons, #7) by Julia Quinn EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author Name: Julia Quinn
- Book Genre: Historical, Historical Fiction, Historical Romance, Regency, Romance
- ISBN # B00UG8RP6S
- Date of Publication: 2005-6-28
- PDF File Size: 2.8 MB
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“Why do we do this to ourselves?” Hyacinth Bridgerton wondered aloud.
“Because we are good, kind people,” her sister-in-law replied, sitting in
—God help them—a front-row seat.
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“One would think,” Hyacinth persisted, regarding the empty chair next
to Penelope with the same excitement she might show a sea urchin, “that
we would have learned our lesson last year. Or perhaps the year before that.
Or maybe even—”
“Hyacinth?” Penelope said.
Hyacinth swung her gaze to Penelope, lifting one brow in question.
“Sit.”
Hyacinth sighed. But she sat.
The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per
year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months
for her ears to recover.
Hyacinth let out another sigh, this one louder than the last. “I’m not
entirely certain that I’m either good or kind.”
“I’m not certain, either,” Penelope said, “but I have decided to have
faith in you nevertheless.”
“Rather sporting of you,” Hyacinth said.
“I thought so.”
Hyacinth glanced at her sideways. “Of course you did not have any
choice in the matter.”
Penelope turned in her seat, her eyes narrowing. “Meaning?”
“Colin refused to accompany you, didn’t he?” Hyacinth said with a sly
look. Colin was Hyacinth’s brother, and he’d married Penelope a year
earlier.
Penelope clamped her mouth into a firm line.
“I do love it when I am right,” Hyacinth said triumphantly. “Which is
fortunate, since I so often am.”
Penelope just looked at her. “You do know that you are insufferable.”
“Of course.” Hyacinth leaned toward Penelope with a devilish smile.
“But you love me, anyway, admit it.”
“I admit nothing until the end of the evening.”
“After we have both gone deaf?”
“After we see if you behave yourself.”
Hyacinth laughed. “You married into the family. You have to love me.
It’s a contractual obligation.”
“Funny how I don’t recall that in the wedding vows.”
“Funny,” Hyacinth returned, “I remember it perfectly.”
Penelope looked at her and laughed. “I don’t know how you do it,
Hyacinth,” she said, “but exasperating as you are, you somehow always
manage to be charming.”
“It’s my greatest gift,” Hyacinth said demurely.
“Well, you do receive extra points for coming with me tonight,”
Penelope said, patting her on the hand.
“Of course,” Hyacinth replied. “For all my insufferable ways, I am in
truth the soul of kindness and amiability.” And she’d have to be, she
thought, as she watched the scene unfolding on the small, makeshift stage.
Another year, another Smythe-Smith musicale. Another opportunity to learn
just how many ways one could ruin a perfectly good piece of music. Every
year Hyacinth swore she wouldn’t attend, then every year she somehow
found herself at the event, smiling encouragingly at the four girls on the
stage.
“At least last year I got to sit in the back,” Hyacinth said.
“Yes, you did,” Penelope replied, turning on her with suspicious eyes.
“How did you manage that? Felicity, Eloise, and I were all up front.”
Hyacinth shrugged. “A well-timed visit to the ladies’ retiring room. In
fact—”
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