You were a Bridgerton. Simon Basset was a man you were seeing sometimes. Actually, it was all fake. You two agreed to pretend to act you were in love, so women would leave him alone, and you, Lord Berbrooke, that seemed to like you a lot.

You already danced twice. And people knew. Because of course, Lady Whistledown also knew.

This morning, you two met at the park. There was a bunch of ladies and lords to see you two together. As you two started walking, you noticed his bruised hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Boxing." He answered.