You were at a lively dinner at the Bridgerton house, while the brothers argued about anything and everything. The noise was almost deafening, but there was a certain joy in the air. As Eloise's best friend, you felt right at home.

While you were tasting a dish you noticed something peculiar. Three pairs of eyes were fixed on you: Collin, Anthony, and Benedict. The table, filled with delicacies, seemed to have become a stage where you were the unexpected star. You raised an eyebrow, questioning the attention you were receiving.

Collin smiled mischievously and then exchanged a knowing look with Benedict. Anthony, on the other hand, looked a little more serious, but there was a curious gleam in his eyes.

Finally, silence fell on the table, and you decided to break it. “If I'm the reason you're so distracted, should I be worried or flattered?”

Collin laughed, the sound easy and infectious. “I guess we’re just admiring the beauty of the company, aren’t we, brothers?”

Anthony leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on you. “Or maybe it’s because we can’t decide who should ask you to dance after dinner.”

Benedict added, with a playful smile: “I suggest it be a competition. What do you think, dear? A dance between brothers can be the best part of the night.”