𝒞. 𝓕. 𝓗𝒶𝓁𝑒

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 4 - Safeguard

Dear reader,

One would say a stroll in the park would cool one's mind, but I have the feeling that maybe for some it will not. This author is sure that some of them will burn rather quickly in the sun. Maybe even some heads will start to smoke soon, too.

We can only wait to find out.

Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, April 1814

You changed into a more proper gown for the park, your maid helping you. She made your hair,  applying some blush to your cheeks, before you went downstairs again, searching for your brother.  

Max was waiting in the foyer, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed. He looked up as he heard your footsteps approaching. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he took in your appearance.

"Looking lovely, darling sister." he said, pushing himself away from the pillar. "You're sure to capture some hearts at the park with that outfit."

You chuckled. "That's the goal, right?" you asked. "I'm ready to go."

Max nodded, offering you his arm. "Indeed, the more hearts you capture, the closer we are to finding you a suitable match." 

He led you out the door and towards the waiting carriage. Once you were both seated comfortably, he signaled to the driver to start the ride.   

"Now," he said, leaning back against the seat. "We have some time before reaching our destination, so I have a question for you."  

You cocked a brow at him. "What question?"

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 3 - personal guard dog

You nodded, acting like you agreed, when the door opened again, and you haven't ever been more glad to see your brother enter the room.

You looked up at him, silently pleading to save you, but acting like you were surprised to see him. "Max, what is it?" you asked, furrowing your brows in faked confusion. "We have an appointment at the modiste in half an hour." he said. "I'm sorry, but I fear the gentleman have to excuse themselves. Of course you can return later, we'll be in the park afterwards."

You sighed dramatically. "Oh, I forgot." you said, feigning dismay. "I am so sorry, my Lords. But I need to get new dresses for the upcoming balls." You were disappointed you would have to bid Anthony goodbye already, but you silently hoped to see him at the park later.

Anthony hid his relief as your brother entered the room, providing the perfect excuse to end your interaction with Lord Pendale.

As Max spoke, he watched you and Pendale attentively, observing what he assumed as being feigned surprise, and he knew you were just as relieved as him.

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 2 - Trophies

Dear reader,

Miss Barton was seen at the Trowbridge Ball last night, talking to none other than Viscount Bridgerton. Perhaps it was her dress that caught his attention, as this author was told that it sparkled like the night sky.

Will Lord Bridgerton's eyes sparkle the same, soon? Or will she be just another failed attempt to find a wife?

We can only wait what this season holds for us.

- Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, April 1814

You sat in the drawing room, reading a book, trying to distract yourself. After breakfast you hadn’t really known what to do with yourself, so you decided to read a book and dive into the story it told.

Yet your mind had wandered from time to time, causing you to occasionally have to read a sentence more than once.

Meanwhile, Anthony arrived at your house and stepped out of the carriage, taking a deep breath to calm the nerves that had suddenly struck him. He had no idea why he was here, what he would say, what you would think of him for showing up unannounced at your door, especially at this early hour.

But he ignored all logic and raised his hand to knock on the painted wood.

The butler went to open the door, unbeknownst to you who hadn't heard the knock, asking what the reason for Lord Bridgerton's early visit was.

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 1 - Reputation and Decorum

Dear reader,

it has come to my notice that a certain young Miss and her brother have recently returned from their rather long stay in France, looking for love in this season. It is said that she has grown into a beautiful young woman, whilst her brother has become a handsome gentleman.

At least that is what this author has been told.

We yet have to examine this young Miss and her brother, but this author is certain that they will make a certain appereance at the second ball this season at the Trowbridge house.

One can only hope that Viscount Bridgerton will not scrutinize her with that checklist of his - the poor one.

One can only hope he will find a wife at all.

- Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, London, April 1814

It was the second ball of your season as a debutante, having only returned from your stay at France a while ago. You had yet to meet some of the Lords and Ladies, yet you could already tell a lot of them were different than you.

You had been standing at the edge of the ballroom, dancing people and burning candles all around you, the smell of perfume and candle wax heavy in the air.

You had noticed how Viscount Anthony Bridgerton stood at the edge of the ballroom as well, grumbling to himself. It hadn't slipped your notice the way he was looking for a wife, his list of potential names at hand.

Yet he seemed rather displeased.

"This is absolute nonsense." Anthony grumbled to himself after yet another girl failed to fulfill his requests and expectations, unable to meet these high standards, the paper in his hand wrinkled already.

That godforsaken list his mother had made.

He wasn't looking for love, no, not after he'd witnessed what love can do, the pain it brought; that simply wasn't in the cards for him. "How is it possible that one cannot find a proper lady in a room full of them?" he added, brows furrowing in bewilderment.

You had heard him, cocking a brow, as you moved towards him. "Trouble, Lord Bridgerton?" you asked, coming to a halt beside him with your hands clasped in front of you.