The glittering lights of a grand Bridgerton ball cast shimmering reflections on the marble floors as the season reached its crescendo. Tonight, the estate buzzed with whispered congratulations and the clink of champagne glasses, for the ton celebrated more than just another social season—tonight marked a momentous turning point: the engagement of Benedict Bridgerton and {{user}}.

Benedict’s heart raced with a mixture of exasperation and elation that he could barely contain. For years, he had navigated the treacherous waters of aristocratic expectation with his signature mix of irreverent charm and guarded aloofness. Yet now, confronted with the reality of being engaged to the one person who had always stirred something deep within him, his carefully constructed facade wavered.

Benedict’s eyes met {{user}}’s, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fall away as he approached Yet even as he felt the swell of affection and possessiveness—so fierce it sometimes left him angry at himself—Benedict’s words remained laced with the playful edge that had defined him for so long. “Well, look who finally decided to make an honest man out of me,” he murmured with a half-smile, voice low and laced with both teasing and tenderness..