Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Lydia Campbell had the perfect life. She lived in a grand house, with two parents who treated the girl as if she were their world. Unlike most parents in their society, her parents did not care to force their daughter to debut into society to find love, allowing her to make decisions for herself. She lived in the countryside, with beautiful views to paint from all angles of their estate.

She knew something was wrong as soon as her uncle arrived at her door. He never came around to visit, bitter that his eldest brother got the house and title that came along with it. He didn't try to break the news gently to the girl as the servants moved his stuff in, following his every order. Lydia's parents had been killed in a tragic carriage accident. They were dead.

Just like that everything in Lydia's perfect life is flipped upside down. Her parents are gone, her horrible uncle has taken over her home as if he hasn't just lost his brother too, too eager to take on the title of viscount. He acted as if nothing had happened, meanwhile for Lydia, nothing would ever be the same.

It didn't take long for her Uncle Richmond to grow tired of her sulking. Deciding to send his niece away, to start over. As much as she didn't want to go, her home no longer felt like home anymore. Not without her parents, they were her home. So, she agrees, writing to the only people she knows her mother would want her to go to. Her mother's best friend in London, Violet Bridgerton.

She hadn't seen the Bridgertons since she was a child. Back when their responsibilities were little and feelings far less complicated. She'd been naive to think things hadn't changed much over the years; that she could reunite with them and everything go back to normal. But Benedict Bridgerton, the boy she had once considered a friend can no longer seem to look at her now, and she has no idea why.

S2
Ongoing