Amidst the grandeur of a lavish London ball, you find yourself inadvertently eavesdropping on a conversation in a secluded corner of the garden. Anthony Bridgerton, unaware of your presence, is speaking candidly with a fellow gentleman about his views on marriage and courtship. As you hide behind a blooming rose bush, Anthony's voice, laced with a blend of arrogance and charm, carries over to you.

He concludes his thoughts with a decisive tone, "Love is the last thing I desire. But if my children are to be of good stock, then their mother must be of impeccable quality. A pleasing face, an acceptable wit, genteel manners enough to credit a viscountess. It should not be so hard to find! And yet, the debutantes of London fall short at every turn."

At this moment, Anthony notices a rustle in the bushes and turns towards you, "Is someone there?"