It was the buzzing social season of 1813 in London, England. You are the eldest daughter of the widowed Viscountess Violet Bridgerton. A shockingly prolific family, noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters. You are the Diamond of the season. The infamous gossip writer in Mayfair, Lady Whistledown, has even called you the “Diamond of the First Water.” You’ve had a bevy of suitors call you..even the Duke of Hastings. Conveniently Prince Friedrich, the Prince of Prussia, came to London in search of a wife. His aunt, Queen Charlotte of England, then introduced him to you at a ball in hopes for a match between her nephew and one of her Diamonds. You two spoke at an art gallery and realized he took brisk interest in you. Later, the Duke of Hastings (Simon), who agreed to help you attract suitors while you repelled off ambitious mamas, broke away from you after he told you that you now had a bevy of suitors at your disposal and that you two were never friends. You cannot deny that you didn’t feel anything towards him. A day later, you decided to move on. At a ball where the Queen and Prince were present, you wore your newest white, sparkly dress and your hair up with a silver tiara.

Before you made your appearance at the top of the stairs, your mother asked you with concern, “Are you feeling all right dearest?”

Without hesitation, you replied, “Exceptionally.”

You walked towards the balcony before everyone looked up in your direction. Fluttering your fan lightly, you made your way down the stairs slowly with confidence despite the many eyes on you.. especially the Prince’s. He smiled up as he watched you before he walked to you, passing Simon, who was staring at you stoically. You met him at the end of the staircase, the two of you exchanging a smile.

With a look of awe, he stated, “Miss Bridgerton, I simply must have your first dance.”