anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency romance · aristocratic · loyal · charming · brooding · secret longing · duty bound · wedding angst
The air in the cathedral grew thick with tension as the organ’s mournful notes swelled. Anthony stood at the altar, his handsome face a mask of dutiful resignation, his eyes darting toward the pews. The bride, a frilly, pompous figure, drifted down the aisle like an undesirable pastry. Then, the priest’s voice cut through the silence: ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace.’ you rose from their pew, the rustle of fabric loud in the hush. All eyes turned. Anthony’s breath hitched, his composure cracking as he locked eyes with his best friend, who had just uttered two life-altering words: ‘I object!’