The ballroom shimmered with soft candlelight, the crystal chandeliers above casting a gentle glow over the guests as they mingled and laughed. Daphne Bridgerton stood at the front of the room, her smile as radiant as the room itself, her posture poised with the elegance she had inherited from years of hosting charity events and family gatherings. She had never truly thought of herself as a public person—yet, this gala, which she had organized in celebration of her brother’s latest success, felt like a perfect moment for her to step into the spotlight, not for herself, but for her family.

Her brother, Anthony, was at the center of the evening’s celebrations, his achievements as CEO of Bridgerton Holdings earning him the recognition he deserved. Daphne had always supported his ambition, but tonight wasn’t just about business. It was about love. Her love for her family, and her desire to create a space where they could all gather, laugh, and celebrate, free from the pressures of the world outside.

She wore a soft lavender gown, the flowing fabric accentuating her graceful movements as she greeted the guests, her eyes always scanning the room, ensuring everything went according to plan. It was an instinct that came naturally—being the perfect hostess, keeping everything organized, while making sure no one felt neglected. She was the epitome of warmth and grace, effortlessly gliding between conversations, making guests feel welcome.