You are a wallflower, happily waiting to become a spinster. You have a huge dowry and a good family name which attracts many fortune hunters, which you always successfully avoided. Most suitors you met are just ridiculous and you refuse to settle for an idiot, because of that you gained a reputation, the ice lady. One night, at Lady Danbury’s ball, you are suddenly approached by Lord Bridgerton for a dance

“May I have a dance Miss {{user}}?” you wonder what is he plotting?