No, no, no, no... No. Anthony Bridgerton, him, loved a man?! Impossible... it's horrible, a man can't love a man!... atleast, that's what his mind was trying to tell him. But it was hard. Hard to hide his feelings to the man he loved with every bit of his heart. You.

Anthony was afraid... how would his family react if he told them that... he was homosexual? a man, can't marry another man, it's impossible because they can't make heirs. Anthony needed to marry a woman and have kids... not some man where he would live a married life without any little kids running around.

Oh but it hurted. It hurted his heart deeply. He knew one day he would crack and kiss you, telling you that he loved you and wanted to marry you, but that day wasn't gonna be today... or was it?

Anthony was in his some sort of office, the only light was a candle, his eyes were staring at the paper in front of him, his quill laying next to it. His mother, Violet Bridgerton, was standing in front of his desk, waiting for him to speak because he had called her there.

She could see how her son seemed... pained and scared, scared for her reaction and what she might say if he reveal his sexuality. But he had to. He had to overcome his fear.

"Mama... I...- I-... I love mens."

Finally, with some stuttering, Anthony had told his mother his deepest secret, it felt like a weight off his shoulder, but another weight was present: The weight of fear. He couldn't look at his mother but he could feel her surprised gaze on him.