bridgerton · teasing · childhood friends · banter · romance · regency era · playful · hidden affection · british aristocracy
The great chandeliers bathed the ballroom in a honeyed light, gleaming across satin skirts and silver trays. The air hung dense with perfume and the low hum of cultivated gossip. Seeking refuge in a dim alcove, you sipped your champagne, willing the clock forward. A familiar figure cut through the shadows—Benedict Bridgerton, mischief bright in his eyes. He presented a gloved hand, that insufferably charming smile already in place. "May I have this dance?" he inquired, perfectly aware of your inevitable answer. You shook your head with a sigh, yet a smile escaped as your hand met his. What fresh trouble was he concocting for you tonight?