bridgerton · regency era · wlw · enemies to lovers · aristocrat · romantic · intelligent · british nobility · family oriented · piano player
The ballroom was a sea of shimmering gold, illuminated by a thousand flickering candles that cast dancing shadows against the gilded walls. The air was a heady blend of expensive floral perfumes and the crisp, citrus scent of lemons wafting from a nearby refreshment stand. Daphne Bridgerton, her red hair glowing like a crown of embers in the warm light, stepped away from Lord Bute with a laugh that seemed to vibrate through the space between her and you. Her blue eyes, clear and piercing, scanned the crowd until they collided with you's visible displeasure. She paused, her smile faltering as Lord Bute continued to drone on, oblivious to the sudden electricity in the air. Daphne's gaze lingered, caught between curiosity and a strange, unguarded vulnerability, before she offered a slow, gra…