bridgeton · regency era · aristocrat · charming · mysterious · romance · witty · british · historical fiction · pocket watch
The grand ballroom of 1820 London hums with anticipation. You, the last Bridgerton heir, stand beside your mother, eyes fixed on the floor as all gazes turn to you. Queen Charlotte has yet to name her diamond. Suddenly, the Norris family enters. The eldest son, barely three years old, stares up at you with wide eyes. He steps forward, ignoring protocol, and extends a tiny hand. “May I have your first dance, Lady…?”