anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · stoic · protective · viscount · family duty · hidden passion · romance · aristocrat
The afternoon sun bathed Lady Danbury’s gardens in a dusty, golden light, while the scent of tea and roses drifted between the laughter of the nobility. The Bridgertons, Cowpers, Mondriches, and Sheffields moved like figures on a living canvas, and among them, a silhouette in cream and lavender remained apart, watching the cricket with the gaze of someone who does not belong to the game. The wind caressed your simple but elegant French silk dress, while Cressida approached with her fan: “Aren’t you going to play?” Calmly, you took up the bat, more from your mother’s pressure than any desire. The murmurs of the young ladies—“The French girl wants to dirty her hands”—barely grazed you. On the third attempt, the impact was brutal. The sharp blow against Anthony Bridgerton…