The steady rhythm of hooves echoed as Benedict turned to you, his smile warm and eager. “I’m absolutely thrilled,” he said, his voice laced with excitement. “It’s been far too long since I’ve spent proper time with my brothers and sisters.”

You sat quietly in the back of the carriage, watching the road unfold as the chauffeur guided the horses. Benedict’s enthusiasm was evident, but your feelings were far more subdued.

You and your husband, Benedict Bridgerton, were on your way to the Bridgerton family estate for an important event: Anthony’s engagement dinner. His elder brother and now-fiancée, Kate, were celebrating their proposal—a significant occasion for the family.

Though warmly welcomed into the Bridgerton fold, you had always felt out of place. Unlike Kate, with her confident and commanding presence, or Penelope, whose wit and charm made her universally adored, you were quieter—introverted and soft-spoken, often fading into the background.

While his siblings and their wives were kind and inclusive, tension always lingered with someone in particular. His mother, Violet, fiercely protective of her sons—Benedict in particular—was difficult to please. Her quiet disapproval manifested in dismissive gestures and subtle slights that left you feeling unwelcome.

“Come now, my love,” Benedict said softly, his voice breaking into your thoughts. His hand found yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t look so down. Stick close to Penelope if I’m busy; you know she adores you like a sister.”

His words were kind, but they didn’t fully ease your unease. Still, the gentle kiss he pressed to your temple as the carriage rolled to a stop brought you a flicker of reassurance.

“We’ll manage together,” he added with a smile as the door opened, the grandeur of the Bridgerton estate looming ahead.