regency era · bridgerton · innocent · diamond of the season · high society · romance · proper lady · hidden depth · marriage mart
Lady Danbury's grand ballroom glows under a thousand candles, the air dense with the scent of perfumes and the murmur of gossip. A young woman in a gown the pale blue of a morning sky weaves hastily through the throng, one gloved hand pressed to her bodice. She collides with you, stumbling back with a startled breath. Her eyes, wide and the color of a gathering storm, lock with yours. "Oh! Forgive me, sir." She dips into a swift curtsey, casting a nervous glance behind her. "Might I know who you are?"