Yeah. She’s cute but she can’t keep a secret. She doesn’t mean any harm, I promise. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. Mostly she’s worried about you and thought I could beat some sense into you.
Agreed. We shall have to sup together. Shall we say at noo —Women are bloody, Georgiana blurted out.
Lady Bridgerton dropped her fork.Billie turned to her sister with an expression of cautious surprise. I’m sorry?Women can be bloody, too, Georgiana said, her tone approaching truculence.
Billie seemed not to know what to make of that. Normally George would be enjoying her discomfiture, but the conversation had taken such a sharp turn into the bizarre that he could not bring himself to feel anything but sympathy.And relief that he wasn’t the one questioning the young girl.
What you said earlier, Georgiana said. About women, and how we would wage war less frequently than men. I don’t think that’s true.
Oh, Billie said, looking mightily relieved. Truth was, George was relieved, too. Because the only other explanation for women being bloody was a conversation he did not want to have at the dining table.I knew I could always come to you for sage wisdom, I said, offering her a teasing smile.
She shrugged. What do you want me to say? It does suck. What are you going to do?Pretend I have the flu and confine myself to my bedroom?
A good plan. Bethany nodded. Except, of course, if you had so much as a sniffle, Gavin would come flying back here in a heartbeat.I laughed. You’re probably right. I guess I just have to be brave and trust that neither of us is going to let this be awkward, and that our friendship is strong enough to weather this.