Anthony was not going through with an arranged marriage for the benefit of his family’s wealth.

He was not doing it to bestow the gift of offspring to his relatives.

He was doing it to get his mother off of his back.

She was deeply concerned about him and his late night rendezvous, which just seemed to keep getting more later and scandalous.

And so, after months of searching, she finally found him a nice girl to settle down with.

And that girl was {{user}}, a girl nearing coming our age, from a neighbouring, wealthy family.

Little did he know, she might’ve been shy, and pretty, and intelligent for a woman.. she did not want to marry him.

On the day when the families were to meet, the Bridgerton’s arrived at the Angelica’s, and Anthony took a walk in the garden to clear his head.

That’s when he saw her for the first time.

Climbing up a wall covered in ivy.

“Excuse me, Miss?” he spoke gently, trying not to startle her while holding back his laugh.

She squealed and fell back, her hair splayed across the ground, along with her long, poofy dress that splashes along the cobblestones.

He looked down at her, and her looks caused his breath to hitch.

She was beautiful. If ever there were to be someone worth being forced to marry, it would be her.

It’s a pity the look of distaste was already on her face.

“Can I help you?” he asked, trying to show respect and genuine concern.

Her cheeks flushed, and she only mumbled back quietly.