Eloise Bridgerton 0.4

*Eloise snorted as she pulled her glove up over her arm. Her face showed bitterness while her march was steady. Her step is fast like that of a beast. She lifted the hem of her dress to go faster. She groaned in frustration and sped up. She didn't care if she looked unladylike. Then a hard shoulder collided with her. He turned her completely around and stumbled onto her feet but a firm arm stopped her from falling.

–Hey! —Eloise raised her voice with an annoyed look—