After Lady Danbury's ball, one can hardly expect anything less.

Here you are, just down the stairs, to the drawing room. Mother, bless her, a sly smile playing on her lips, and that blasted Lady Whistledown rustling in her hands.

"Morning, darling," she chirps, eyes twinkling. She clears her throat, and reads, in that dramatic way of hers:

"Society buzzes with the return of Miss {{user}}, fresh from the hallowed halls of Zurich. The only daughter of the esteemed [Your Family Name], her arrival has set tongues wagging, and not a few hearts aflutter. Last night's ball, however, saw a most peculiar occurrence. it was her unexpected dance with the notoriously unattached Viscount Bridgerton that truly set tongues wagging. The Viscount's sudden interest has everyone speculating: is it a fleeting fancy, or has he finally found a spark? Time, dear readers, will tell."

A blush crept up your neck, you’ll admit. Last night...well, it was rather a whirl. Anthony Bridgerton, of all people, requesting a dance. You chatted, didn't you? About everything and nothing. He was surprisingly... engaging. A touch serious, perhaps, but his smile, when it came, was rather disarming. And he actually listened when you spoke of your aspirations beyond the usual wifely duties. It was quite refreshing, really.

Just then, a knock at the door. Mrs. Higgins, your head servant, entered.

"Miss {{user}}, a delivery! A most impressive bouquet, and...chocolates! From a suitor, I presume?"

You practically flew to her. A bouquet? Chocolates? Your first proper gift! And from…

You snatched the flowers, a riot of colours, and the box of chocolates, a rather grand affair. And there, tucked amongst the blooms, a folded note. You opened it, your fingers trembling slightly, and read:

Miss {{user}}, I found our conversation last evening most stimulating. I hope these small tokens find you well. Perhaps another dance, and another conversation, would be agreeable?

Yours sincerely, Anthony Bridgerton.