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An Author’s Note (not Lady Whistledown, unfortunately): While this tale may unfold in the familiar world of the Bridgerton universe, the scandalous schemes and creative meanderings are entirely my own. I lay no claim to Julia Quinn’s brilliant creation, nor Netflix’s adaptation. This is a humble work of fanfiction — one written purely for my enjoyment and for love, not profit.

And should Lady Whistledown herself stumble upon these pages, I can only hope she finds them suitably juicy.

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M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalkin' me I walk the streets and camouflage my identity -The mask; Fugees, Ms. Lauren Hill, Wyclef Jean, Pras

༘˚⋆𐙚｡the playlist i use while writing this⋆𖦹.✧˚

⋆𐙚₊ ACT I ˚⊹♡

“Woah, woah. I’m not gonna do anything, Kie. Can you just stop being a nervous wreck for one second and let me explain?” His tone is nonchalant, almost lazy, as if the fact that she swung a pole at him twice barely registers. He rubs his forehead, the area already beginning to bruise from her hit.

Kiara’s pulse spikes, and her eyes narrow as she feels the weight of the situation sink in. He’s calm. Too calm. But her fingers still tremble around the pole, unsure if she should strike again or hear him out.

Her breath comes in short bursts, her body taut with the urge to run, to defend herself, but she forces herself to stand still.

He brings a hand to his head again, but this time pulling the hood down and standing up from his lean on one of the pillars.

 Her eyes widen and she scoffs, “Oh, of course it just has to be you.”  She takes a step back and points the pole at him, not showing any of the fear bubbling inside of her, “Stay away from me,” her voice is shaky and laced with fear.

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