LillianWhitmore
She comes to London after losing her parents, carrying only her wit, her warmth, and a necklace that holds everything she's lost.
At a masquerade ball, she meets a man who makes her laugh - and listens.
She doesn't know his name.
Everyone else does.
Benedict Bridgerton is used to being recognized, admired, and reduced to his family name. When someone finally sees him without it, he doesn't want to let that feeling go.
With society pushing her toward marriage, friends who know her heart, and a connection that refuses to stay simple, their story unfolds slowly - through humor, grief, honesty, and choice.
A slow-burn Bridgerton fanfiction about identity, love, and being chosen for who you truly are.
English is not my first language. I love to read so i hope you'll enjoy it. ☺️