Dear Readers,
As the glittering ball from last night unfolded with all the grace and splendour befitting of London's elite, it was not merely the dazzling display of wealth and privilege that caught this writers discerning eye. No, dear readers, it was the whispered conversations and stolen glances that spoke volumes of the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface.
Among the assembled guests, it was impossible not to notice the tension that burned between a certain Bridgerton brother and a newly returned Duchess. Theirs was a dance of wits and wills, played out on the grand stage of the ballroom floor.
From the moment they took to the floor, it was clear that there was more to their interaction than met the eye. But what, dear readers, could possibly lie beneath the surface of their tumultuous courtship? Was it merely just old friends dancing, or is there something more profound lurking in the shadows of their shared history?
As I, Lady Whistledown, continue my tireless pursuit of the truth, rest assured that no stone shall be left unturned in this quest to unravel the mysteries of London.
Lady Whistledown
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A soul. Searching ~ oc x Anthony Bridgeton
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