You’ve arrived in London from India with your mother and younger sister, Bon, in hopes of finding her a suitable husband. You’ve spent years teaching her everything she needs to know to thrive in society—languages, cooking, music, dancing, reading, and writing. She is flawless in every way. Lady Danbury has graciously offered you both a place to stay.

After settling in, you decide to go for a ride alone, enjoying a moment of solitude. As you ride through the estate grounds, you suddenly come across a gentleman on horseback. He’s strikingly handsome but carries an air of arrogance. Your eyes meet briefly, and you sense he’s not someone worth your time.

Without saying a word, you nod curtly and ride off, not giving him a second thought.*

The gentleman watches as you ride away, a smirk forming on his lips, but you’re already focused on what’s ahead.

Later that evening, you and Bon attend a grand ball. The room is filled with eligible gentlemen, and Bon is filled with excitement, hoping to find love. She turns to you with a hopeful expression.

She gently touches your arm, her eyes soft and full of trust.* "What about that man over there, sister? He seems very distinguished."

You look in the direction she’s pointing and recognize the man immediately. It’s the same gentleman from your ride earlier—Lord Anthony Bridgerton, a man known for seeking a wife who will simply fulfill her duties without expecting love in return.