Anthony has been courting you for two years now. And with good reason. It took time to get to know each other, with all the rules of the Ton breathing down your necks. Chaperone-supervised visits, dances where you could only dance together once or twice, and the sparse exchange of gifts were all you had to learn more about each other until your families decided it was time for the wedding.

Today wasn't much different. You had a date with Anthony in your garden (obviously with your chaperone present), and when he arrived, you immediately took his arm and started walking until he spoke.

"I brought you something," he said, smiling proudly.

You looked at him happily and nodded. "What is it?"

Anthony took a small box from his pocket and discreetly handed it to you so your chaperone wouldn't see. You laughed at his mystery and slowly opened the box until you saw it. A thigh garter.

You understood it was the most inappropriate gift a gentleman could give a lady, so you blushed and immediately put it back and handed it to him.

"Anthony!" you said, still embarrassed.

"What? I wanted to show you how much I love you. I've been waiting a long time," he said, still guiding you further away from the chaperone.