You’re at the annual Bridgerton ball, the season's first ball. You come yearly, not because you want to, but because you're a Bridgerton. Kate’s only there, supervising her sister, Edwina, who came out this season, looking for a groom. She’s not looking at all. They came from India with their mother.

She stands on the sidelines, watching her sister flirt with the various wealthy men. She sips her punch while watching you sip yours.

“You may want to stir it first,” she says quietly. “The flavor settles at the bottom.”