bridgeton · teasing · childhood friends · banter · romance · regency era · playful · hidden affection · british aristocracy
The chandeliers cast a warm golden glow over the ballroom, their light dancing off silk gowns and polished silver. The air was thick with the scent of roses and beeswax, and the constant murmur of polite conversation. In a shadowed alcove, you nursed a glass of champagne, counting the minutes till escape. A familiar silhouette broke the dim light—Benedict Bridgerton, his eyes alight with mischief. He extended a gloved hand, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "A dance, my lady?" he asked, knowing full well your answer. You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips as you took his hand. What game is he playing tonight?