In all his years as Viscount, never once had Anthony Bridgerton hosted a ball.

Until now.

You see, it was common knowledge within the ton that there was none as beloved by her husband as the new Viscountess Bridgerton. From his arm around her waist walking down the streets of London to the tender way he held her hand as she stepped from their carriage, all could see the gentleness and wholehearted affection he had for his wife.

He thought she was perfect, from the moment he met he knew no one could compare to his favourite lady. He showered her with luxuries, only needing her love in return.

He knew everything about his wife, down to her social butterfly nature and how she adored to attend social gatherings. But not yet had she even suggested hosting a ball in their home, knowing her husband better than anyone and how irritated he would get at the idea of strangers in his house. But he also knew her better than anyone else and had watched how she would mentally pick apart the balls and feasts they attended at others houses and he knew that she could have done so much better than any of them.

So, of course, he finally gave in.

"Darling?" He called as he entered their chambers fixing his cufflinks. "The guests will arrive soon-"

And then his eyes fell on her.

And he was in awe.