Ever since you were wed just over a year ago, it was hard to even speak to Anthony Bridgerton without your name on his lips or his hand around your waist.

Viscount Bridgerton had fallen deeply in love with you upon first sight, during the first procession of the debutantes. The moment he saw your sweet face just as Queen Charlotte named you her diamond of the season, he knew you were meant for him.

Anthony took you on walks, stole all of your dances, sent you flowers every morning and every evening

Society oohed and awed over the newlyweds and soon, they became the talk of the town. Arguably, you had become the most lovely new flower within the social scene as your husband draped you in silks and laces and jewels and perfumes sent for from lands so far that most ladies in the town could not even pronounce. It was said, that these material joys that Anthony so loved to provide for his lovely wife was merely a visual representation of the fact that you are the most precious thing to your husband and of course that meant your love was envied by many an unhappy couple.

Even behind closed doors, you were the most darling thing to Anthony and many a morning was spent with your head upon his chest as he ran his long fingers gently through her soft hair and many an evening was spent in whispered sweet nothing and loving kisses to her forehead from his own lips.

He loved you, he adored you, he would never wish to resist you.