Without second guessing, I snatched Lady Whistledown's news from Georgia's hand, almost ripping it apart. I stood up from the floor, and hurried immediately towards Georgia. 'The author has implicitly written about you, I suppose.' 'Well then, Georgia reading Lady Whistledown's daily newsletter is also a crime,' I narrowed my eyes at my sister who lazily lays on the couch flipping through that piece of paper. 'If that's all you are doing every hour, then yes.' Stella strongly remarked, crossing her arms. 'Is it a crime to have an afternoon nap?' I still haven't stopped thinking about our conversation. 'I was not,' I said, which is partly true. 'Stop daydreaming about your Anthony encounter,' hissed Stella, rolling her eyes at me. 'What did you do that for?' I screamed at her. Stella pulled the blanket away from me, dragging me down onto the floor. 'Just a few more minutes,' I murmured, hesitant to open my eyes and push away the last remaining bit of sleep in my system. 'Get up, Calypso,' said Stella as she flipped my blanket over, exposing me still on my pajamas. In other news, a most peculiar suitor for Miss Bridgerton has emerged.' Colin Bridgerton shall be awarded the year's grand prize when he sweeps Miss Thompson off her pretty little slippered feet. This author wonders which brazen matchmaker shall rise to such a challenge for this competition is well underway. It should be noted that the duke has been overheard announcing to mamas everywhere that he has no plans of marrying.

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