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It was a sunny day, almost all the noble people of London gathered around summerset house. Carriages were arriving and people were going in the house. The Bennets enter the painting covered room. They were all going up to the ceiling. Isabella joins Penelope and Eloise while the other siblings look around together.

"I told you, you should've stayed home with Papa." Elena tells her hung over sister who literally couldn't stand straight. "Come on." Elena drags her to the other side of the room.

"Boys, this might be a good opportunity to find yourselves a good wife." Lady Bennet told her sons, walking arm in arm with them.

"Please do not start, mother." Thomas whines.

"We just got here." Arthur adds.

Not even a few seconds later, The Bridgertons enter the room. Hyacinth and Gregory run into the room while Daphne scans the crowd.

Lady Bridgerton was hanging on Anthony's arm. "Miss Anna Vaughn. Speaks several languages, I hear." She looks in a different direction. "Miss Mary Egglesfield. She's meant to be quite the reader."

"Were I looking for a list of debutantes and their dubious accomplishments, I could have stayed home and read lady whistledown." Anthony steps away from his mother.

Lady Bridgerton pushes Benedict and Colin into the crowd.

-

Penelope, Eloise and Isabella stare at a painting. "Quite dull, would you not agree?" Isabella asked.

"It is terribly familiar, yet I am sure this is the first time I have seen it." Penelope said.

"That is because, like all of these paintings, it was done by a man who sees woman as a decorative object." Eloise said.

"They are like..." Isabella thought.

"Human vases." Penelope answered excited.

Penelope sees Marina getting dragged by her mother.

"Help me." She mouthed.

"I think my mama is calling me." Penelope tells her friends and they look at Lady Featherington.

"She is busy with Miss Thompson." Eloise remarks.

"I will return shortly. Wait here." She said and left her friends.

Isabella also looks around the room and her mouth opens wide. "Oh dear god, my sister just fainted!" She runs to her sisters leaving Eloise all alone, but not quite.

"H-hello, Eloise." Thomas stuttered as he stepped closer.

"Thomas!" Eloise grabs his arm and shows him the painting and his heartbeat accelerates. "Don't you think women are treated like human vases?"

"Y-yes, a-absolutely."

-

Elsewhere in the room, Benedict frowns at a portrait. He seemed confused and not understanding the meaning of the picture. Elena steps up next to him along with another man he doesn't know. Benedict sees her and starts to speak.

"It's much too cold." He said, grabbing Elena and the other man's attention. "Where's any sense of the subject's spirit?" The 2 look back at the painting. "And the light! Given the quality I do wonder why the piece was not skyed with the other daubs."

"Perhaps we should ask the artist." Elena suggested.

"Well that would be something, Elena." Benedict said. She tried to hold in her laugh but a small snort came out. Benedict looks at her weirdly.

"Mister Granville, why was your piece not skyed?" She asked in a teasing way. Benedict eyes and mouth widened. He quickly looks at her and looks at Mr. Granville.

"Mister Granville, I——

"If you will excuse me, I must find my wife." He leaves and Elena starts to laugh hard.

"You diabolical... How could you let me rattle on like that?" He whispered in an angry way.

"How could I not, my dear Benedict? It was riotously funny, you must admit. And it is very important to tell your opinion to a professional." She snickers while Benedict stares at her open-mouthed.

"Come. I shall listen to you judge some other paintings." She dragged Benedict by his arm.

-

"Miss Bridgerton." The prince follows after Daphne.

"Your highness." Daphne curtsied.

"I was hoping to see you today." He stands in front of her.

"Were you?"

"Yes. It seems the art is not the only beautiful thing on display at the present." He flirts with Daphne and she chuckles.

"Are you enjoying your time here in London?" She asked.

"It is always been one of my favourite cities."

"How lovely to hear from someone who has travelled so widely."

"Have you travelled much? I think you would love the music of Vienna." Daphne drifts off when she gazes Simon from afar. The prince looks behind him and back to Daphne.

"Miss Bridgerton?" He calls.

"No, but Miss Bennet is very fond of travelling. Perhaps she would enjoy the topic of this conversation. Delightful to see you." She curtsied and follows Simon.

-

"What about this one?" She asks Benedict as they stood in front of another painting, arm in arm.

"It needs more colour. And what does this imagine even represent?"

Elena looked at him a little frustrated. "Thank you, Benedict. This was my grandfather's painting." She humphs.

"E-Elena, I'm sorry I-" Benedict starts to panick and Elena laughs again.

"I'm kidding. I'm just playing with you."

He glares at her. "You really are a demon."

They suddenly hear the crowd gasp. They rejoin the crowd and sees Cressida lying on the floor with Prince Friedrich fanning her.

"Oh, please." Elena stares at her unbelievably.

"What has happened?" Benedict asked Phillipa Featherington.

"Cressida swooned." Phillipa answered not looking at them.

"And Prince Friedrich caught her." Prudence added.

"I dare say it was the most romantic thing I've ever seen."

-

In her dressing room, Sienna sat on her chair and stared into her mirror. Patiently waiting for the Duke to arrive. Her stage manager steps in the doorway behind her.

"I shall be locking up now, Miss." He said.

"Are you sure there are no gentlemen lingering about the gallery?" She asked.

"No, but there's a young lady here to see you." He steps out of the doorway and Elena peeks her head.

"Hiiiii." She happily says and Sienna sighs while smiling. Elena enters the dressing room with a bouquet of flowers. "You, my dear, have an amazing voice and you did amazing tonight. She hands her the flowers.

"Thank you, El. It's nice at least to have one person visiting. How are things with Mr. Bridgerton? I've read that you 2 are getting really close. Shall this man be the one?"

"I do not know yet, Si." She says as she plumped her body on the couch. "My feelings are all mixed up and I don't know where this friendship is going."

"Well my advice, is that you should make sure he's loyal to you and that he never leaves you for his family." She said taking a sip of her wine.

"Still mad about Anthony?" Elena asked.

"Raging."

"Well do not worry..." Elena heads towards the door. "There are plenty of fish in the sea. Good night, Sienna." She heads out of the room.