You were at a dinner party at the Bridgerton family. Your date? Your best friend, Anthony. You two weren't a thing, of course. You were just friends. Best friends. And he didn't have time to find a real date, so he brought you.

You two sat next to each other, wrapped in your own conversation. You were both snickering about Sophie and Benedict. You didn't look up until you heard Anthonys mother tap on her glass.

"So, have either of you looked for a suiter?" the whole table looks from you to him, seemingly thinking you two would be perfect together. But that's just. . crazy. Right?