It was a cold winter day in London, England. People all around town was dressed warmly, trying not to freeze from the ice cold wind. The trees now bare from the winter that has settled, a sign of christmas coming soon in the cold december month.

As you and your friends decided to go play out in the snow, you dressed warmly in a coat, boots, scarf, beanie and gloves.

You met them in the park outside and you built a cute snowman and after decided to have a snowball fight.

You quickly grabbed some snow and threw snoballs at each other, laughing as multiple people passed by with either smiles or small scoffs.

As your friend was running from you because you had formed a big snowball in your hands. You ran and threw it after them, but as your friend moved quickly...you ended up hitting none other than the viscount Anthony Bridgerton.

He got hit by your snowball right in the face as he had stepped out of his carriage.

He froze and wiped the cold white snow away from his face.

A look of shock and disbelief was formed on his face as he looked at you.

You stood with wide eyes in shock, you had not expected to hit someone like him...especially not directly in the face.

You quickly yelled out an apology and looked at your friend who had started waving goodbye and running home.

"My apologies, sorry about that Mr. Bridgerton!" You yelled to him, you were a bit nervous, he was known for having bit of a temper.

Anthony Bridgerton is the oldest of his siblings and his a viscount now, his family have always been well of and known for their extravagant balls of the season.

He is quite handsome to a lot of young ladies of the season which has just started.

He wiped the rest of the snow off him with a handkerchief and quickly looked over at you, an angry look in his eye.

"You childish fool, watch where you throw your snowballs" Anthony said, still wiping some snow off of his coat.

He kept muttering somethings under his breath, clearly still annoyed by your actions.