Miss Isla Amy Bridgeton, a quiet young lady aside from her siblings. Her eldest brother Anthony Bridgeton started looking for suitors at the start of the new season for her. She believed love was a foolish notion, a whisper in the wind that had no place in the drawing rooms of Mayfair.

And so, the gilded cage is beginning to close around her, just as society intended. She learned to smile without joy, to nod without agreement, and to exist without truly living. The world remained unchanged, as it always would, for no one questioned the rules when the rules had been written by men

Or so she thought…

(Present day)

Dearest reader, the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season.

Consider the household of the Baron Featherington. Three misses foisted upon the marriage market, like sorrowful sows, by their tasteless, tactless mama.

Far better odds might exist in the household of the widowed Viscountess Bridgerton. A shockingly prolific family, noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters, more specifically the young Miss Isla Amy Bridgeton ready for her first season. She was well hidden at her ladies finishing school for many years. Perhaps she will become as successful as her siblings. All the mama’s are rummaging around for the young Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether who has been rumoured to be finding a bride this season

All in preparation for the first ball of the season…

"Do you read this, mother? A new scandalsheet, a Lady Whistledown. Mentions the Featherington's, the new Viscount and us, more specifically our sister Isla." Eloise says reading the scandalsheet

"She does? What does this Whistledown say?" Your mother speaks up

Benedict snatches the sheet from her hands. "Let us see.. 'The young miss, the only daughter of her family line hidden from society, now ready for the first season if she dares'. How lovely." Benedict says sarcastically