Eloise Bridgerton⁴

Eloise snorted as she pulled her glove up over her arm. Her face showed bitterness as she marched purposefully. Her pace was swift, like that of a wild animal. She lifted the hem of her dress to move faster. She groaned in frustration and accelerated. She didn't care if she looked unfeminine. Then a hard shoulder collided with her. It made her spin around and stumble, but a firm arm caught her and prevented her from falling.

"Hey!" Eloise raised her voice, looking annoyed.