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Assistant: Title: Baby, It's You
        Author: Scorp112 Scorp112 
        Chapter: 2/10 
        Summary: How Penelope Featherington and Anthony Bridgerton go from acquaintances to forever.WARNING: This is a Penelope/Anthony non-canon fanfic. If it's not your jam, feel free to keep scrolling.
        Contents: Chapter 2: Shine, Baby, Shine
    

    

        
          
          
            Anthony does his best to make Penelope feel like the brightest star in the sky.
          
        

      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    Eloise burst into Anthony’s office, flinging a sleek, cream-colored envelope onto his desk with enough force to move a stapler. “Good afternoon, sister,” Anthony greeted her sardonically, leaning back in his chair. “Whatever can I help you with today?”“We’ve been invited to Pen’s launch party for her book.” Eloise’s words came out in a rush as she began pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, her energy bordering on frenetic.Anthony arched an eyebrow, intrigued. He picked up the envelope and slid out the thick card within. The invitation was beautifully designed, the elegant black font announcing the launch of “Unmasking Midnight,” Penelope Featherington’s debut novel, brought to life by Danbury Publishing.“This is fantastic!” Anthony said, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Good for Penelope. What an accomplishment.” He glanced up at Eloise, whose expression remained resolutely unhappy. “Why are you pacing like a caged animal? Isn’t this a good thing?”“It’s the same night as Francesca’s debut in Edinburgh,” Eloise groaned, throwing herself dramatically into the chair opposite his desk. “None of us will be able to make it.” She paused and looked directly at him. “Except you.”Anthony frowned and flipped the invitation over to confirm the date. Sure enough, it coincided with the night his entire family - excluding himself - would be in Scotland to support Francesca’s debut with the Royal Scottish National Orchestra. Anthony would be unable to attend because of the annual Board of Directors meeting for Bridgerton Corporation, a non-negotiable obligation planned over a year in advance.He sighed and placed the invitation back on his desk. “Of course I’ll go. You know that.” He glanced at Eloise, his brow furrowing as he considered the situation. “She’s going to be disappointed, isn’t she?”Eloise let out a frustrated breath, leaning forward in the chair. “She’s going to act like it’s fine. She’ll smile and say she understands, because she does. There's no way she'd be truly upset that we're going to support Francesca." Her voice softened, tinged with guilt. “She’ll pull that brave face of hers.” Eloise shrugged. “How do we choose between Fran and Pen?”Anthony frowned, tapping the invitation absently against the edge of the desk as he absorbed her words. “Impossible choice,” he said quietly, a flicker of something unsettled passing over his face. He didn’t know Penelope well, but he suddenly felt the weight of what Eloise had said - and why it mattered.“El, don’t worry. I’ll go and be the Bridgerton representative.”“Thank you,” she sighed gratefully, before pinning him with a stare. “You have to make more than an appearance, Anthony. She’s been dreaming of this day for years. You’re going to have to do more than show up.”Anthony raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”“You can’t sweep in late and leave early,” Eloise said, her voice softer now. “This isn’t just some casual dinner or birthday party. This is Penelope’s moment. She’s put her heart and soul into this book. She needs someone there who actually cares, who’ll make her feel like this is as big a deal as it is. Let’s be honest - her mother and sisters won’t make it a priority, if they even show up at all.”Anthony’s brow furrowed as he considered her words. Penelope had always been supportive of the Bridgertons, quietly cheering on their successes from the sidelines. She deserved someone who would do the same for her. Considering how badly he saw her being treated by her mother and sisters at her father’s funeral, he knew Eloise wasn’t exaggerating about their response. Penelope should have someone who would be there for her, someone who would make her feel like the star of the evening.“Fine,” he said at last, standing and placing the invitation in a prominent place on his desk so he wouldn't miss it. “I’ll do more than just show up. I’ll make sure it’s a night she won’t forget.”Eloise gave him a skeptical look but didn’t argue. Instead, she stood and said, “Good. Because if you mess this up, you’re going to have me to answer to.” She headed for the door but paused in the doorway to add quietly, “Thank you, Ant.” Anthony nodded as she disappeared down the hall. Picking up the invitation once more, he studied the details. Penelope Featherington’s debut novel. He allowed himself a small smile. She deserved a celebration worthy of her accomplishment, and he’d make sure she got it.Anthony adjusted his tie as he stepped into the grand Reading Room of the London Library. The space was elegantly decorated for the occasion, with string lights and arrangements of lush white flowers giving the room an air of refined celebration. Rows of chairs faced a podium at the front, where Penelope would soon read an excerpt from her novel. Despite the quiet hum of conversation among the gathered guests, Anthony’s arrival was noticed by more than a few pairs of eyes.He scanned the room and quickly spotted Penelope standing near the refreshments table, her unmistakable red hair swept into an elegant updo. She was wearing a flowing emerald-green dress that accentuated her figure and brought out the warmth in her fair complexion. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was chatting animatedly with a guest, though Anthony noticed her nervous hands clutching a small card tightly.When their eyes met across the room, her face shifted from polite engagement to pure shock. Her lips parted as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. He inclined his head slightly in greeting, and her reaction was immediate. She excused herself from the conversation and hurried toward him, weaving through the crowd with an expression that was equal parts thrilled and overwhelmed.“Anthony,” she said breathlessly when she reached him. “You came.”“Of course I did,” he replied, his voice warm. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she gave a shaky laugh. “I thought you’d be in Scotland with your family.”“Someone had to be here for you,” he said simply. “Tonight, I’m your biggest fan.”The words seemed to take her by surprise, and she blinked rapidly, clearly overwhelmed. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.“How are you feeling?” he asked, gently placing a hand on her arm.“Nervous,” she admitted with a small laugh. “But seeing you here…it helps.”He smiled down at her. “Good. Because tonight is about you, and I’m here to make sure you feel like the star you are.”Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and for a moment, it looked as though she might protest. “As if the limousine you sent to bring me here tonight and the bouquet of flowers wasn’t enough." She laid a hand on his arm. “Thank you for being here.”He gave a shy shrug. “Those were from the whole family, who wish they could be in two places at once tonight. The champagne in the car though? That was all me…for you.” She smiled - a radiant, genuine smile that lit up her face. “You’re impossible, Anthony Bridgerton.”“So I’ve been told,” he said with a smirk. “Now, go do what you came here to do. I’ll be right here, cheering you on, baby.”Penelope’s steps faltered for the briefest moment, her eyes flicking to his face, a question dancing in their depths. The word caught her off guard - not because it sounded insincere, but because of the way it felt so natural coming from him. She tilted her head slightly, studying him as if searching for confirmation that she hadn’t misheard.Anthony simply raised a brow, his smirk softening into something warmer, calmer. If he noticed her surprise, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he gestured toward the podium with an encouraging nod.Penelope hesitated only a beat longer, her lips quirking in a faint, thoughtful smile before she turned away. The soft warmth of the word lingered with her as she made her way to the front of the room, a quiet buoy keeping her steady.As she made her way to the podium, Anthony felt a gaze burning into the side of his head. Turning slightly, he caught Agatha Danbury standing a few feet away, leaning lightly on her cane, her ever-present hat tilted at an amused angle. Her sharp eyes darted between him and Penelope, a knowing smile spreading across her face.“Well, well,” she drawled, sidling closer to Anthony. “I thought I detected an unusual amount of excitement in the air tonight. Now I see why.” She gestured subtly toward Penelope, who was adjusting the microphone with a mixture of determination and nerves. “The way you look at her, Mr. Bridgerton, is enough to melt the iciest of hearts.”Anthony’s smirk faltered for a moment, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. He hadn’t meant to call Penelope “baby” - the word had fallen from his lips as naturally as breathing, and only now did he realize how it might have sounded. His chest tightened slightly under Lady Danbury’s pointed gaze, and he straightened his posture, trying to shake the unexpected vulnerability prickling at the edges of his confidence.“I’m simply here to support her, Lady Danbury,” he said, his voice steady but quieter than before. “Tonight is her night, after all.”Agatha’s smile widened knowingly, her sharp eyes not missing the slight shift in his demeanor. “Indeed,” she said lightly, tilting her head. “And yet, I daresay you’ve become rather invested in making sure her night is perfect. One might think there’s more to this than mere support.”Anthony’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, though he forced himself to remain composed. “She deserves to feel celebrated,” he said simply, his tone firm, as though he could end the conversation by sheer will.“Hmm,” Agatha mused, tapping her cane against the polished floor with deliberate ease. “I wonder if she knows just how much.”Before Anthony could respond, she turned her attention back to the room with a faint chuckle, leaving him standing there, her words echoing in his mind. He glanced at Penelope across the room, a blush staining her cheeks, her radiant smile brighter than he’d ever seen. For a moment, he let himself revel in the sight. She deserves to feel celebrated,  he thought again, this time with a clarity that went deeper than mere admiration.After Penelope’s reading concluded, the room erupted in applause, the sound thunderous and sincere. She descended from the podium, her face flushed with triumph, and before she could be intercepted by anyone else, Anthony was at her side.“You were incredible,” he said, his voice rich with admiration. “Every single word.”Penelope’s eyes sparkled as she clutched the book she’d read from. “You really think so?”“I know so,” he replied, guiding her toward a quieter corner of the room. He reached for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and handed it to her. “And so does everyone else here.”As Penelope sipped the champagne, guests began to approach, offering their congratulations. Anthony remained by her side, seamlessly redirecting conversations when they lingered too long or stepping in to lighten the mood with his effortless charm. Lady Danbury watched from afar, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.At one point, when Penelope seemed overwhelmed by a particularly effusive admirer, Anthony leaned down and whispered, “Your star is shining so brightly, I think I might need sunglasses.”Penelope bit her lip to stifle a laugh, the tension melting from her shoulders. “You’re ridiculous.”“You love it,” he replied, his grin infectious.Later, when the evening began to wind down, Penelope found herself standing with Anthony beneath one of the grand chandeliers. The soft golden glow bathed the room in warmth, and though the room still buzzed with energy, she felt cocooned in a bubble of quiet gratitude.“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice carrying a depth of emotion that made him pause. “For everything.”Anthony reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles with a tenderness that sent warmth spreading through her chest. “Of course,” he said simply, his eyes locked on hers.Before she could respond, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and withdrew a small, velvet box. Penelope blinked, startled, as he held it out to her.“What’s this?” she asked, glancing up at him with wide eyes.“Open it,” Anthony urged, his tone gentle.Her fingers trembled slightly as she took the box and lifted the lid. Inside, nestled against a bed of soft fabric, was a delicate gold necklace. A small pendant - a beautifully crafted star - hung from the chain, its edges catching the light and sparkling like something magical.“Anthony…” she breathed, her voice catching as she looked up at him.“There’s a note,” he murmured, nodding toward the folded slip of paper tucked inside the box.Penelope carefully retrieved the note and unfolded it. His handwriting, strong and elegant, filled the page: “To Penelope -    Tonight, you are the brightest star in the sky, and you always will be. This is to remind you of your light, your strength, and the brilliance you share with the world. I couldn’t be prouder of you.   –  Anthony ”Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she looked back up at him, her throat tightening with emotion. “You didn’t have to…”“I wanted to,” he said softly, his gaze steady and sure. “You deserve to have something to mark tonight - your night. I want you to remember how incredible you are and what you’ve accomplished.”Penelope swallowed hard, her heart swelling with feelings she couldn’t quite put into words. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched the box and the note to her chest. “This… this means so much to me.”Anthony stepped closer, his free hand rising to brush a lock of hair gently behind her ear. “You deserve to know how important you are, ” he said, his voice low and earnest.In that moment, with the world fading around them, Penelope felt like the brightest star in the sky - seen, celebrated, and cherished in a way she had never thought possible. 
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Thank you all so much for your comments and kudos! You certainly made my day yesterday for all the love I got for this little plot bunny. I really can't wait to share it with you; the last two chapters are my absolute favorite and I can't wait to get you there.I probably will not spread this out over the next 9 days with a chapter a day, but try to get it all out to you by this weekend. We'll see how I do.Again, thank you for being here and reading this little story.'
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