An Offer From a Gentleman (Cinderella)

Chapter 59

There seemed little point in Sophie’s defending her mother.

“I didn’t just hate you, you know,” Araminta whispered. “I hated seeing you.”

Somehow, that didn’t surprise Sophie.

“I hated hearing your voice. I hated the fact that your eyes were his. I hated knowing that you were in

my house.”

“It was my house, too,” Sophie said quietly.

“Yes,” Araminta replied. “I know. I hated that, too.”

Sophie turned quite sharply, looking Araminta in the eye. “Why are you here?” she asked. “Haven’t you

done enough? You’ve already ensured my transportation to Australia.”

Araminta shrugged. “I can’t seem to stay away. There’s something so lovely about seeing you in jail. I

shall have to bathe for three hours straight to rid myself of the stench, but it’s worth it.”

“Then excuse me if I go sit in the corner and pretend to read a book,” Sophie spat out. “There is

nothing lovely about seeing you.” She marched over to the wobbly three-legged stool that was her

cell’s only piece of furniture and sat down, trying not to look as miserable as she felt. Araminta had

bested her, it was true, but her spirit had not been broken, and she refused to let Araminta think

otherwise.

She sat, arms crossed, her back to the cell opening, listening for signs that Araminta was leaving.

But Araminta stayed.

Finally, after about ten minutes of this nonsense, Sophie jumped to her feet and yelled, “Would you

go?”

Araminta cocked her head slightly to the side. “I’m thinking.”

Sophie would have asked, “About what?” but she was rather afraid of the answer.

“I wonder what it is like in Australia,” Araminta mused. “I’ve never been, of course; no civilized person

of my acquaintance would even consider it. But I hear it is dreadfully warm. And you with your fair skin.

That lovely complexion of yours isn’t likely to survive the hot sun. In fact—”

But whatever Araminta had been about to say was cut off (thankfully—because Sophie feared she

might be moved to attempt murder if she had to listen to another word) by a commotion erupting

around the corner.

“What the devil . . . ?” Araminta said, taking a few steps back and craning her neck for a better view.

And then Sophie heard a very familiar voice.

“Benedict?” she whispered.

“What did you say?” Araminta demanded.

But Sophie had already jumped to her feet and had her face pressed up against the bars of her cell.

“I said,” Benedict boomed, “let us pass!”

“Benedict!” Sophie yelled. She forgot that she didn’t particularly want the Bridgertons to see her in such

demeaning surroundings. She forgot that she had no future with him. All she could think was that he

had come for her, and he was here.

If Sophie could have fit her head through the bars, she would have.

A rather sickening smack, obviously that of flesh against bone, echoed through the air, followed by a

duller thud, most probably that of body against floor.

Running steps, and then . . .

“Benedict!”

“Sophie! My God, are you well?” His hands reached through the bars, cupping her cheeks. His lips

found hers; the kiss was not one of passion but of terror and relief.

“Mr. Bridgerton?” Araminta squeaked.

Sophie somehow managed to pull her eyes off of Benedict and onto Araminta’s shocked face. In the

flurry of excitement, she’d quite forgotten that Araminta was still unaware of her ties to the Bridgerton NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

family.

It was one of life’s most perfect moments. Maybe it meant she was a shallow person. Maybe it meant

that she didn’t have her priorities in the proper order. But Sophie just loved that Araminta, for whom

position and power were everything, had just witnessed Sophie being kissed by one of London’s most

eligible bachelors.

Of course, Sophie was also rather glad to see Benedict.

Benedict pulled away, his reluctant hands trailing lightly across Sophie’s face as he drew back out of

her cell. As he crossed his arms, he gave Araminta a glare that Sophie was convinced would scorch

earth.

“What are your charges against her?” Benedict demanded.

Sophie’s feelings for Araminta could best be categorized as “extreme dislike,” but even so, she never

would have described the older woman as stupid. She was now, however, prepared to reassess that

judgment because Araminta, instead of quaking and cowering as any sane person might do under such

fire, instead planted her hands on her hips and belted out, “Theft!”

At that very moment, Lady Bridgerton came scurrying around the corner. “I can’t believe Sophie would

do any such thing,” she said, rushing to her son’s side. Her eyes narrowed as she regarded Araminta.

“And,” she added rather peevishly, “I never liked you, Lady Penwood.”

Araminta drew back and planted an affronted hand on her chest. “This is not about me,” she huffed. “It

is about that girl”—(said with a scathing glance toward Sophie)—“who had the audacity to steal my

wedding band!”

“I never stole your wedding band, and you know it!” Sophie protested. “The last thing I would want of

yours—”

“You stole my shoe clips!”

Sophie’s mouth shut into a belligerent line.

“Ha! See!” Araminta looked about, trying to gauge how many people had seen. “A clear admission of

guilt.”

“She is your stepdaughter,” Benedict ground out. “She should never have been in a position where she

felt she had to—”

Araminta’s face twisted and grew red. “Don’t you ever,” she warned, “call her my stepdaughter. She is

nothing to me. Nothing!”

“I beg your pardon,” Lady Bridgerton said in a remarkably polite voice, “but if she truly meant nothing to

you, you’d hardly be here in this filthy jail, attempting to have her hanged for theft.”

Araminta was saved from having to reply by the arrival of the magistrate, who was followed by an

extremely grumpy-looking warden, who also happened to be sporting a rather stunning black eye.

As the warden had spanked her on the bottom while shoving her into her cell, Sophie really couldn’t

help but smile.

“What is going on here?” the magistrate demanded.

“This woman,” Benedict said, his loud, deep voice effectively blotting out all other attempts at an

answer

, “has accused my fiancée of theft.”

Fiancée?

Sophie just managed to snap her mouth closed, but even so, she had to clutch tightly on to the bars of

her cell, because her legs had turned to instant water.

“Fiancée?” Araminta gasped.

The magistrate straightened. “And precisely who are you, sir?” he asked, clearly aware that Benedict

was someone important, even if he wasn’t positive who.

Benedict crossed his arms as he said his name.

The magistrate paled. “Er, any relation to the viscount?”

“He’s my brother.”

“And she’s”—he gulped as he pointed to Sophie—“your fiancée?”

Sophie waited for some sort of supernatural sign to stir the air, branding Benedict as a liar, but to her

surprise, nothing happened. Lady Bridgerton was even nodding.

“You can’t marry her,” Araminta insisted.

Benedict turned to his mother. “Is there any reason I need to consult Lady Penwood about this?”

“None that I can think of,” Lady Bridgerton replied.

“She is nothing but a whore,” Araminta hissed. “Her mother was a whore, and blood runs—urp!”

Benedict had her by the throat before anyone was even aware that he had moved. “Don’t,” he warned,

“make me hit you.”

The magistrate tapped Benedict on the shoulder. “You really ought to let her go.”

“Might I muzzle her?”

The magistrate looked torn, but eventually he shook his head.

With obvious reluctance, Benedict released Araminta.

“If you marry her,” Araminta said, rubbing her throat, “I shall make sure everyone knows exactly what

she is—the bastard daughter of a whore.”

The magistrate turned to Araminta with a stern expression. “I don’t think we need that sort of

language.”

“I can assure you I am not in the habit of speaking in such a manner,” she replied, sniffing disdainfully,

“but the occasion warrants strong speech.”

Sophie actually bit her knuckle as she stared at Benedict, who was flexing and unflexing his fingers in a

most menacing manner. Clearly he felt the occasion warranted strong fists.

The magistrate cleared his throat. “You accuse her of a very serious crime.” He gulped. “And she’s

going to be married to a Bridgerton.”

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