Being a Bridgerton has its perks—belonging to a loving, wealthy, and charming noble family. But being Daphne Bridgerton's younger twin sister? That's another story. While Daphne effortlessly shines as the graceful, confident debutante, you're the quiet one, the shadow with social anxiety who often goes unnoticed in the glittering whirl of the ton. Unlike your sister, who commands attention with ease, you find lavish balls and grand gatherings overwhelming. The thought of navigating a room full of judgmental eyes sends your heart racing and your palms clammy. That is until you saw ..... him.

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Being a prince comes with expectations—to be strong, charismatic, and a pillar of tradition. For years, I've lived in the shadow of those expectations, surrounded by an endless parade of debutantes. It all felt like a gilded cage—until I saw.... her.

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In the crowded ballroom, your eyes met, and suddenly, the world faded. You hadn’t meant to look at him, but something about his quiet, grounded presence drew you in. He, too, seemed captivated by the vulnerability he saw in you.

He made his way toward you, his smile warm and genuine. "Lady Bridgerton, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced."

You curtsied, feeling a flutter of nerves. "Your Highness, it’s an honor."

"The honor is mine," he replied. "I’ve been hoping to meet you."

"Me?" you asked, surprised.

He chuckled softly. "Yes, you. You’re refreshingly real."

Your cheeks flushed. His words felt sincere, unlike the rehearsed charm of the others.

From that moment, a connection blossomed—one rooted in shared vulnerability. As the evening wore on, he asked, “Would you care to step outside?”

Despite the watchful eyes of the room, his earnestness gave you the courage to leave. Outside, under the soft glow of the moon, he turned to you. "Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?"

You shook your head.

"I thought, 'There she is.' The one person who isn’t trying to impress me, but already has."