He’d like to think she would be intelligent and in possession of a fine sense of humor, but beyond that, how was he to know? She could be shy or out-spoken. He didn’t know if she would be short or tall, dark or fair. He didn’t know anything about this woman of his, the one who was supposed to transform his life completely, turning him into a happy pillar of boredom and respectability. Well, not one with any specific and identifiable attributes. It might not be something that one could see or smell or touch, but it was out there, and it was only a matter of time before he, too, found the woman of his dreams and settled down to be fruit-ful, multiply, and take on such baffling hobbies as papier-mâché and the collection of nutmeg graters.Īlthough, if one wanted to put a fine point on it, which did seem rather precise for such an abstract sort of concept, his dreams didn’t exactly include a woman. It was not a wispy figment of the imagination, designed to keep the poets from complete starvation. His younger sister) annoying, spirit, it simply meant that he had no choice but to believe the obvious: Love existed. His other brothers, Benedict and Colin, not to mention his sisters, Eloise, Francesca, and (galling but true) Hyacinth, all of whom- all of whom-were quite happily besotted with their spouses.įor most men, such a state of affairs would produce nothing quite so much as bile, but for Gregory, who had been born with an uncommonly cheerful, if occasionally (according to Unlike most men of his acquaintance, Gregory Bridgerton believed in true love. Her lips were trembling, but her voice was clear when she said.
They were huge and clear and everything he’d ever thought was good and kind and true. “Marry me,” he said, his very soul in his words. His brows rose as he gave her a tiny, one-shouldered shrug, as if to say, It is your choice. She looked up at the man she was trying to marry. Her eyes glistened, and he could see her breath catch in her throat. “I love you,” he said, because it was the only thing to say. “Don’t do it,” he said, stepping out of the aisle and into the apse. “I love you,” he said again, and out of the corner of his eye he could see his mother and sister, seated primly in a pew, their mouths open with shock. He would not let her marry someone else without making sure all the world knew that she owned his heart. Who cared? He would not keep this a secret. “I love you,” he said, right there, right in front of everyone. No one could take his eyes off him as he walked down the aisle. Three hundred of London’s biggest busybodies, gathered into one building, and no one could utter a word. Unlike most men of his acquaintance, Gregory Bridgerton believes in true love.
#ON THE WAY TO THE WEDDING SERIES#
And now, on the way to the wedding, Gregory must risk everything to ensure that when it comes time to kiss the bride, he is the only man standing at the altar. From 1 New York Times bestselling author Julia Quinn comes the story of Gregory Bridgerton, in the final installment of her beloved Regency-set novels featuring the charming, powerful Bridgerton family, now a series created by Shondaland for Netflix. And her uncle is not inclined to let her back out of the betrothal, even once Gregory comes to his senses and realizes that it is Lucy, with her sharp wit and sunny smile, who makes his heart sing. But her best friend, the ever-practical Lady Lucinda Abernathy, wants to save Hermione from a disastrous alliance, so she offers to help Gregory win her over.
In fact, the ravishing Miss Hermione Watson is in love with another. And he is convinced that when he finds the woman of his dreams, he will know in an instant that she is the one.
From #1 New York Times bestselling author Julia Quinn comes the story of Gregory Bridgerton, in the final installment of her beloved Regency-set novels featuring the charming, powerful Bridgerton family, now a series created by Shondaland for Netflix.
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