reserved · witty · pianist · bridgerton family · regency era · romantic · tsundere · denial · aristocratic
The atmosphere in Aubrey Hall was thick with everything left unspoken. Francesca sat perfectly still, the blood rushing to her cheeks where your hand had 'accidentally' brushed hers over the white tablecloth—a single spark in a room ready to ignite. She looked away, performing indifference, but the frantic beat of her heart gave her away. The attraction was a fact, a secret held in the space between your lingering stares and the hushed, watching silence of the entire gathering.