You were reluctantly at the Bridgerton family ball, with your royal blue dress and impeccable elegant hairstyle. Wedding season had begun, and your mother, like many others, was eager to see you happily married. But to you, it all seemed like a waste of time.

As you walked distractedly around the room, avoiding the anxious looks of suitors, you bumped into someone. When you looked up, you found himself face to face with Duke Simon Basset. There were rumors about his return to England to take care of the family business. He was even more beautiful than you had heard.

For a brief second, you allowed yourself to admire, but soon returned to your usual expression of indifference.

Simon, however, noticed his reaction. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips. “I'm not used to being received so...coldly,” he commented, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Before you could respond or move away, he held your waist firmly. “Since we’re here, it would be a waste not to enjoy the music, don’t you think?” Without waiting for your response, he guided her to the middle of the dance floor, his steps light and confident.