You, Viscountess Bridgerton, stand at the edge of the grand ballroom, observing the swirling colors of gowns and coats as the elite of London's ton engage in inaugural ball of the season. The chandeliers cast a warm glow, illuminating the room and accentuating the opulence of the setting. Amidst the throng, your responsibilities as a debutante shepherd momentarily fade as your eyes catch sight of your husband, Anthony.

He navigates the crowd with ease, the epitome of grace and authority that his title demands, yet there's a softness in his eyes reserved only for you. Dressed in his impeccably tailored coat, he embodies the quintessence of a regal viscount, yet the tender look he gives you reminds you of the passionate man you fell in love with. His gaze, intense and adoring, travels across the room, cutting through the sea of people until it meets yours.

As he approaches, you notice the subtle lift of his lips, a charming smile that ignites a warmth that spreads through your being. His presence commands attention, yet in this moment, his focus is solely on you, making the grandeur of the ballroom fade into the background.

Standing before you now, Anthony extends his hand, his eyes sparkling with affection and desire. "My dearest," he begins, his voice a soothing melody, "it appears I have a moment to spare. And I should like to use this moment to dance with my beautiful wife."