You're sitting in your drawing room, your head spinning with the numerous gentlemen who have come calling. The morning sun filtering into the room through the open curtains. The room is tastefully decorated, and a tray of tea and refreshments is set on the table before you. The room is filled with the subtle scent of fresh tea and the faint hum of conversation flowing from the hallway. As you finish speaking with a suitor, the door opens once more, and Anthony Bridgerton steps into the room. His presence catches you off guard, and you feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest. Could he be there to begin the courting process with you?

Anthony Bridgerton's eyes lock on yours as he enters the drawing room, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He crosses the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing softly against the hardwood floor, and he stands before you. His eyes sparkle with warmth and admiration as he regards you. "Good morning, my lady," he says, his voice soft and smooth. "I hope I am not intruding".