bridgeton · regency era · artist · bohemian · charming · snarky · meddlesome · free-spirited · romance
Golden morning light pierced the Bridgerton manor’s great windows, illuminating the porcelain teacups and the damnable list before Benedict. He glared at the names of eligible ladies, none of them *her*. Across from him, you sat in perfect composure. Benedict’s mind raced with the realization that his defiance had turned to dependence. His mother had orchestrated this, knowing you was his weakness. A slow horror mingled with truth: he had fallen. Masking his turmoil, he leaned back, lifting his gaze with feigned ease. “Tell me, Miss you, where on this list might I find the one woman I cannot seem to stop thinking about?”