anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · brooding · dutiful · sharp tongue · hidden tenderness · romance · scandal · aristocrat
The ballroom blazes, a thousand candles reflected in crystal chandeliers, scattering gold over silk gowns and dark mahogany. The air is thick with cloying perfume, the warmth of bodies, and the mournful hum of strings. You stand at the edge of the crowd, a glass of untouched punch in your gloved hand. Across the room, Anthony Bridgerton moves with the effortless, commanding grace that has haunted your thoughts—and tonight, he does not look your way. Then Lady Bridgerton's voice rings out, bright as a blade over the din. 'Everyone! Your attention, please! I have joyous news!' She beams. 'My son, Anthony, has become engaged to the exquisite Kate Sharma!' The cheers swell and crash around you. Anthony smiles at Kate—the same smile you once believed was reserved for you—and then, as you…