You take it upon yourself to speak with the stern looking man first. Although those sideburns are questionable, he has a handsome face, and you cannot help but take a certain attraction to him.
You walk towards him and smile as you greet him. "Is it my lord or my grace?" You ask, politely. He looked as though he was a man who shall find himself easily offended if you labelled him with the wrong title.
"It is Viscount... so My Lord. I am Viscount Anthony Bridgerton." He raises a gentle eyebrow as he regards you with a certain suspicion. "And who are you?"
"I am (Y/N)." You respond with a delicate smile, as you bow your head gently. "It is wonderful to meet you, I am sure."
"Yes... yes." The viscount seems a little dismissive with you, and you do not take too kindly to that. He seems to be keeping most of his attention on a young lady, with similar looks to his own, presumably his sister, as he grasps hold of a glass of champagne and drinks at it, not breaking his gaze on her.
What do you say?
"If I am boring you the you only need say." - Part 5
"I can see that you are busy and so I shall take my leave." - Part 6
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Bridgerton - Choose Your Own Story
FanfictionDid you watch Bridgerton and wonder which brother you would choose? Well now is your chance! Play this "choose your own adventure" Bridgerton book and decide whether you shall end up being courted by Anthony, Benedict or Colin. This is a practice v...