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Hello! Hello! Hello!

It's ya girl Molly. Nope hate that. Let's start over.

Me again, just real quick I wanna talk about Lucy Abernathy. What an Amazing Girlboss she is and how she literally had ever opportunity to sabotage Gregory Bridgerton and How she didn't! So! Here's her POV of that time she nearly got to Dance with Gregory at that Party before her Brother and Hermione ruined it in Unexpected

No one asked for it, But I can't help myself

@aspoonfuloffiction Lucy thirsting over our boy if you want it

He's not even going to look at you Lucy. She told herself as she got out of the car, straightening her dress a little and sighing before she fixed a smile on her face. The one that she'd learned to use at society functions as a teenager and never really stopped using. And even so, she couldn't stop her eyes from flitting around the room looking for him, wanting to see him much more than he wanted to see her. "Oh Lucy! You are so beautiful, Why has no one asked you to dance yet?!" Violet Bridgerton's voice called out. Lucy winced a little, turning to find Gregory's mother, her smile kind, Kate smirking beside her. "I only just got here, Mrs. Bridgerton. The night's still young, who knows, I might find Prince Charming tonight after all." Lucy quipped, pushing down the feeling that she'd already found him, except he didn't want her. Violet tutted. "Call me Violet, sweetheart. And when my Greggy arrives I'll be sure to send him your way." Lucy couldn't help the choked laugh that ripped its way free of her chest both at the nickname and the idea that he would want to find her.

But she wasn't being fair really, Gregory was her friend, and it wasn't his fault that he didn't want her. Wasn't his fault that he wanted someone more than her. Someone who was prettier and smarter and kinder. And most of all, it wasn't his fault that she wanted him.

She made a noncommittal shrug at Kate as she and Violet moved away from her, skirting around the edge of the room with some champagne hating that her eyes flicked to the door more often than they should waiting for him to arrive and then her heart stopped when he walked through the door. The navy velvet on his suit jacket shining in the lighting as he straightened his tie, his hair swept back from his handsome face a cheeky grin on his face as he spoke with his Mother and Kate disappearing into the crowd seconds later. And the next thing she knew her upper arm had been gripped tightly by Kate who was marching her forward steering her towards something. and then "Well there's Anthony I better go!" And Kate had left her alone, standing right behind Gregory. and Lucy wanted to run from him, wanted to sprint after Kate and give her a swift kick but then Gregory sighed and even though she knew she'd cry about it later she opened her mouth.

“Oh come on, Greggy. Life can’t be all bad.” He spun towards her, his eyebrows raised in surprise, smiling slowly as he saw her, completely oblivious to the way he sent her heart racing. Though her ex-boyfriend had always called her cold, calculating frigid was the exact word he;d used if she remembered correctly the way it was spat at her across the table as he'd stood to leave. That was probably why Gregory didn't know.

“Have you been gossiping with my Mother and Kate? Tisk tisk, Lucy.”

“Mmmm Your Mother seems to think you’ll be miserable forever. Kate all but dragged me over here before pretending to see Anthony in the distance.” She kept her voice dry, and it wasn't a lie, she could still feel Kate's hand around her upper arm.

“Well it would be terrible of us to disappoint them. May I have this dance, La la la Lucy?” He said grinning, his eyes twinkling at her in the lights and her heart ached because it was what she desperately wanted him to ask. But not like this. mostly, A man jostled Gregory, pushing him against Lucy clumsily. She threw her hands out to his shoulders to steady him, pulling him tight against her as she did so, His own hands gripping her waist reflexively. She felt her breath catch audibly and her heart leap as she stared down into the eyes that seemed to haunt her as she tried to fall asleep at night when her mind played every time he looked at her that day like a film behind her eyelids.

“Lucy-” he started softly, But what he was going to say she'd never know because over his shoulder she caught sight of something that made her stomach drop. Hermione had just entered the room arm in arm with a man. A Man she recognized.

“Richard?” His name was stolen from her in a whoosh Gregory spinning to follow her gaze his eyes behind his glasses clouded with confusion. And she saw the moment he saw, could almost see the moment his heart broke, and felt her own break as well even as she tried to puzzle out what was happening. When this had happened. Why no one had told her.

Suddenly Gregory spun towards her, snatching her hand, and linking his fingers with hers as he tugged her through the crowd the heat of his hand burning through her. And then when they reached the foyer, confusion and hurt still swirling around her, Gregory turned towards her his eyes harder than she'd ever seen them

“So, Lucy, When were you going to tell me, you were Lucinda Abernathy?” Lucy flinched at the sound of his voice, tight, as though he was trying very hard not to yell at her. Because no matter how angry he was, she knew he never wanted to be that man.

“I’m assuming you’re Richard Abernathy’s sister of course. You seem a little young to be his Mother after all.” His statement stung a little, almost as much as it surprised her. But she was still too busy trying to puzzle out the Hermione/Richard quandary to answer.

“Why are you Kate’s assistant? Your brother doesn’t even really work!” His voice hurt, louder than she'd ever heard it. She forced her eyes to his, the hurt she saw there nearly enough to make her fall backwards.

“Honestly I thought you knew.” A lie, deep down she'd realised a long time ago that he hadn't realised who she really was (as hard as that was to believe) but part of her hadn't wanted him to treat her differently, and he would if he'd known “I took this job straight out of school because I don’t want to do nothing with my life! I don’t want to get by because of what my last name is, that’s tragic. I thought you of all people would understand that. Is that enough for you, Gregory?!” She hated how weak she sounded, almost as though she was begging him to understand, and she was really, despite her Uncle's voice in the back of her mind, his hand tight around her wrist as he said Abernathy's do not beg Lucinda.

“Were you really ever trying to help me with Hermione? Or were you just trying to set her up with your brother?” His voice was cold, and he looked at her with the oddest look. As though he'd never seen her before in his life. Lucy shook her head frantically desperate to tell him that she'd tried and tried to give him what he wanted with Hermione, even though she'd gone home and cried in the empty house where were parents had left her, her own heart breaking.

“I didn’t know about that! I’m just as surprised as you are!” “Why do I find that hard to believe? You manage everything else, Lucy. I see it every single day. Was this just a game for you to play? Poor little rich girl, playing pretend with the workaday people. Laughing at someone she pretended was her friend, all the while setting him up to look like a fucking Idiot!” Lucy stepped back as his cold words hit her in the middle of the chest. And the worst part was, she didn't have a rebuttal. Because she was exactly what he said she was. Managing, and meticulous, and cold.

Gregory seemed to realise he'd gone too far, his eyes widenening in surprise, his mouth falling open “Luce, I’m so-”

“Don’t!” She spat at him through gritted teeth, forcing the words from her chest "I know you’re upset and hurting, but I am too. So I’m going to stop you before you say something we’ll both regret Gregory!” And she forced herself to turn and leave him standing in the foyer of the hotel, Her heart breaking a little more with every step she took down the short flight of stairs, tears clouding her vision as she got into the first taxi that stopped for her, her hand thrust out into the street. And when she sat in the backseat, the driver eyeing her nervously, her head falling into her hands as tears ran down her face she desperately wished she could go back to 30 minutes before, when Gregory had been her friend. Anything bit the cold way he'd regarded her.

"Miss, are you alright?" The taxi driver said nervously. "No." She whispered, though she could barely hear it over her heart breaking.

#gregory is a hottie and lucy knows it #even if it makes her want to drown herself at this point #bridgerton and sons au #lucy x gregory #gregcy #lucy abernathy #gregory bridgerton #unexpected: a bridgerton and sons fic

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