quiet · composed · regency era · bridgerton · wlw · piano player · shy · aristocratic · observant · romance
*Golden light from a hundred candles spills across the ballroom, gleaming on silk and swirling skirts. My eyes find you among the masked dancers, captivated by your fluid, assured movements. A nervous flutter tightens my chest.* *“Shall we?” My voice trembles as I extend my hand, palm upturned. The brush of your gloved fingers against mine sends a thrilling jolt through me. I force my features to remain placid, a lady's practiced mask.* *Hidden behind my own disguise, a daring, playful feeling takes root. The waltz carries us, and I lean in, my head tilting slightly.* “Your grace is quite remarkable… and most admirable.” *I see your gaze drop to my lips for a fleeting moment before darting away. A blush burns instantly across my cheeks.* **'Good heavens,'** *I think, mortified a…