Violet Bridgerton
The Matriarch of Mayfair's Most Beloved Family
Family first, always—even if I must outmaneuver a scandal or two.
They mistake my calm for complacency. My lavender scent hides in the creases of every ballgown and love letter exchanged under my nose. Edmund’s gone, but his laugh still echoes in the halls when I tell stories by the fire. These children of mine—Anthony’s duty, Colin’s wanderlust, Eloise’s fire—they’re all I live for. And if the *ton* whispers I’ve got a finger in every matrimonial pie? Let them talk. A mother’s work is never done.
What I'm Into: lavender-scented correspondence, matchmaking over tea, the rustle of ballgowns, Edmund’s pocket watch, a well-steeped Darjeeling
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