Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland

Marriage Market

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Daphne Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Phoebe Dynevor
Daphne Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Phoebe Dynevor

Daphne Bridgerton

Daphne Bridgerton tries to find a husband outside of Victorian era London, England.

Daphne Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Phoebe Dynevor

“Anthony! You are here. Did that truly just happen?” — Daphne Bridgerton

“Come, now. I merely simpered and minced in a pretty dress like everyone else. Flawless… or some such thing. Trust I was astonished Her Majesty offered me, out of 200 young ladies present, a most gracious remark. My success on the marriage mart influences all your prospects. We will all need to find love one day. Indeed, a love as pure as what mama and papa once shared, if we are so fortunate. I merely hope I am able to continue such a grand tradition. Oh! Oh! This one is quite ravishing. Mary Edgecombe wore a similar shade last season. And secured three offers the very next day, one from an earl. ‘Lady Whistledown?’ Lady Whistledown finds ‘banality.'” — Daphne Bridgerton

“If I recall, my lord, you had just won your first race at Newmarket. Well, in that case, let us hope his lordship has found himself a new horse. I did not realize… he is rather pleasing. I presume you know of him too? You continue to say ‘we.’ Greece? How adventurous, Colin! I’m quite parched. No. You have already done so much for me tonight. I shall return in a mere moment. Good evening.” — Daphne Bridgerton

“Lord Berbrooke. The glasses? I suppose. I’m not entirely sure the matter in which we discuss, my lord. All but… five? My brother, he summons me. Adieu. Oh! Pardon me. Tell me your name. Your name, sir? Accosting you? Sir, that is not… this is not… what is your name? The Duke of Hastings is it? Yes. As I am well aware of the company you keep, brother, I am certain your days with His Grace were most civilized, indeed. Is he? That would be lovely. Perhaps he is right. Let us go.” — Daphne Bridgerton

“Have Cook prepare as many biscuits as he can this morning. Perhaps we might move a few extra chairs into the drawing room too. I do wonder which gentleman will be the very first to call. I have so much to ask of them all. Anthony! I did not expect to see you here this morning. It is terribly early for you, dearest.” — Daphne Bridgerton

“And do you have a large family, too, my lord? Mama, perhaps we might attend the upcoming Salisbury ball by ourselves and the Merriweather tea too. He’ll be there for the entire season? Oh, enough about Lady Whistledown!” — Daphne Bridgerton

“Lady Whistledown has all but declared me ineligible… worthy of the affection of a detestable simpleton and no one else. Tell me, what others should ever want such damaged goods now? Only they are true, brother, and they are true because of you. You have managed to scare every worthy suitor away. Whistledown has merely reported it. And what of my duty? You have no idea what it is to be a woman… what it might feel like to have one’s entire life reduced to a single moment. This is all I’ve been raised for. This… is all I am. I have no other value. If I am unable to find a husband, I shall be worthless. It would be easier if I were not.” — Daphne Bridgerton

“Our box, mama? She does seem to be someone with access. Fair point. Lady Danbury enjoys sharing her insults with society directly. She would never bother herself writing them all down. Do I? Perhaps, Your Grace, it would be better if you refrained from thinking about me at all. It is simply surprising. Yes! However is it possible for a lady to offer anything other than a smile while seated beside a duke? Even one of your reputation. I am ware of your friendship with my eldest brother. If that were not enough, I am also aware of the things a certain writer has recently written of you. Presumptuous? Clearly. Arrogant? Most definitely. You are a rake… through and through. Tell me I’m wrong. I assure you. I am anything but interested in you. Quite. I shall have you know–” — Daphne Bridgerton

“Is it not the most bizarre? Look, brother. What is it? What should any of this– Nigel? I will not hear of this. Nigel, not now. You will never be my husband. I will never marry you. My brother, he… he made a mistake. It’d be best for you to leave. What are you doing? Stop it! Let go of me! Your Grace… I had no intention– what are you doing out here? People? You are coming from the Dark Walk. It is merely a few steps away. The Dark Walk is merely a few steps away, and I am alone with two men. I’ll be compromised just the same. Do you have any idea what would happen if someone even suggested that I– I must go. I suppose if someone were to find me here, it would be one way out of marrying him. If I am unable to secure another offer, there may be no alternative. Unlike you, I cannot simply declare I do not wish to marry. I do not have such a privilege. I am in no need if your derision, sir. Claim you as their prize? Do not worry, Your Grace. I believe such a win would be promptly forfeited, indeed. I must go this way. You, through those trees. You presume Lady Whistledown– this is an absurd plan.” — Daphne Bridgerton


Lady Violet Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Ruth Gemmell
Lady Violet Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Ruth Gemmell

Lady Violet Bridgerton

“Any sign of him yet? Should your brother wish to be obeyed as Lord Bridgerton, he must act as Lord Bridgerton. Where is he, Benedict? Hmm. No, you would just be late for it. Keep smiling, dearest. They are watching you… now more than ever. Your dresses have arrived. Do not tell me that is yet another scandal sheet. Eloise– do we know a Lady Whistledown? What does it say, dearest? Your father and I found it orderly. Without charge? What kind of author– well, at least she has one thing right. She has named Daphne as the season’s incomparable. She calls you ‘a diamond of the first water.’ Well, how lovely.”

“Allow them to come to you, dearest. I believe you have already been introduced to my daughter Daphne, Lord Ambrose. Daphne, I believe Lord Wetherby is looking for you to dance. Daphne’s anything but weary. I shall stay with her.”

“I believe that Anthony has already replied on our behalf, dear. Apparently, he has managed our social calendar through June. Lord Berbrooke. Um… uh… come in! May I help you to some freshly prepared biscuits? Eloise, allow some room for his lordship, will you? Eloise, are you not due for a visit with Penelope this morning? I believe you should like to go.”

“Daphne… your caller. Mm-hmm. Your Majesty, good evening. You must remember my daughter, Daphne. Surely another rumor provided by that vicious, scandal-mongering writer. Should her degradation know no bounds? His Grace was fortunate to have you there with him as a child after what happened to his mother. Awful! Nor is Daphne. What are you suggesting? Lady Whistledown merely writes what she sees. Perhaps we need to help her to see things a bit more clearly. The very dish my cook is renowned for.”

“You must forgive this rather unruly debate, Your Grace. Oh! Well, I realize it may be unfashionable, but we like each other. Most of the time. You should join us more often, Your Grace. Perhaps when we travel to our country seat. You would be most welcome. Children… You must stay for dessert. It’s gooseberry pie, Your Grace.”

“Anthony… I can think of worse matches for Daphne than a duke. I believe the two of you to be friends. You must understand all men make that assertion. Your… your father– I am fully subscribed to the belief that reformed rakes make the very best of husbands. The duke will be joining us as our guest at Vauxhall tomorrow evening. I admit, it was not easy to convince him to come. She is my eldest daughter. Responsibility? I wish to know something, Anthony. Tonight, when you leave this study that you continue to keep at your family home, are you to return to bachelor lodgings across the square, or you will pay a visit to a certain soprano that you tend to in an apartment that you pay for on the other side of town? Relying on your younger brothers to one day do the job that you cannot. You like to speak of responsibility. My dear son! Of duty? Pray tell, what should you know of it? I sit with her in that drawing room. Do you know what I see? A young woman who is terrified because she knows what kind of life, what kind of future, awaits her should you continue to get in her way. If your father was still here, Daphne would already have been matched. The man would have made an arrangement with an old friend. The man would have done what was now necessary. So you must ask yourself are you merely an older brother, or are you the man of this house?”


Simon Basset, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Regรฉ-Jean Page
Simon Basset, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Regรฉ-Jean Page

Simon Basset

Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series

1 nomination: 2021

“Very kind of you. It is so wonderful to see you, Lady Danbury. Yes. That is what I was hoping to discuss. I have only returned to London to deal with my late father’s affairs. I’m afraid it leaves me no time to… socialize. And so, whilst I appreciate your most gracious invitation, Lady Danbury, I must ask you to accept my regrets. I suppose a brief appearance– forgive me. Am I honestly to believe you do not already know my name? If you desired an introduction, madam, I do believe accosting me to be the least civilized of ways. Truly, they will try anything. Bridgerton! I shall– your sister. Indeed. Evening, Bridgerton. Miss Bridgerton.”

“You know, I do suppose if it were not for an overzealous mother at every corner, this time of year in the city would not be so very dreadful. I have a title, which, as far as I’m concerned, will end with me. Stop calling me that. It was my father’s name. Never mine. And in any case, what of you? You are the firstborn Bridgerton of a firstborn Bridgerton, nine times over. Where is your wife? Oh! Is your plan to fuck her forever, your mistress? You shall need to sire an heir.”

“Nonsense. I find it entertaining. All of you at one table, even the children. You appear displeased. We find ourselves seated beside each other, Miss Bridgerton. I’d like to think you’re happy about that. You are aware of my reputation. Who is to refrain from thinking about whom again? Good. And I anything but interested in you, the eldest sister of my oldest friend, yet another recent subject of a certain writer. Chaste, neat, desperate. To marry, that is. Tell me I am wrong. Not at all. With Lady Danbury accepting your dear mother’s gracious invitation on my behalf… well, however could I have declined? Ah! Lovely!”

“Of knocking the climp flat out? Well, I must say I am impressed. Avoiding certain people. Mothers. They are people, I suppose. What would you know of the Dark– you are only with one man. The other is– now, as far as proposals go, that may be the least romantic of all. You cannot possibly be thinking of marrying him. Yes, I was surprised to learn you no longer have a line of suitors around every square in London. I do not mock you. I am being sincere. I know of what this Lady Whistledown has written. Trust I possess as much contempt for the author as you do. She’s all but issued a challenge to London’s most ambitious mamas, encouraging, provoking them to– perhaps, there is an answer… to our collective Lady Whistledown issue. We could pretend to form an attachment. With you on my arm, the world will believe I’ve finally found my duchess. Every presumptuous mother in town will leave me alone, and every suitor will be looking at you. You must know men are always interested in a woman when they believe another, particularly a duke, to be interested as well. I presume she’ll deem us to be what we are. Me, unavailable. You… desirable. Stare into my eyes. Here. Closer. If this is to work, we must appear madly in love. I find it quite brilliant. Provided you do not wish to marry me, and I do not wish to marry you, whatever should you have to lose?”


Lady Danbury, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Adjoa Andoh

Lady Danbury

“Well, if this is not a sight for my sore eyes! My condolences, Your Grace, for your father. Kind of me? You hated the man. Words I do not hear often enough. Come. You must excuse the, uh, disorderliness. As you know, I’m to host a ball this evening. I have managed to keep the details of your return quiet. I have managed to keep the details of your return quiet. but when those vulgar mamas discover that there is an eligible duke present at tonight’s fete, I shall be able to keep such a secret no longer. Your regrets… are denied. Excellent. You may leave that flask you carry at home. Most undignified.”

“Too late. I already noted you. Good evening. Miss Bridgerton, you look rather lovely this evening. Is there a reason I’ve yet to see you on the dance floor? You poor thing.”

“Lady Bridgerton! Do join us. I would like to welcome you both to my box this evening. I insist. They are saying her husband will not live till the end of the month. Lady Whistledown writes about my family too. Yet I suppose the duke can withstand such scrutiny, since he is, after all, a man. He is not what Whistledown writes. It would seem the two of them have that much in common, then. Matches have certainly been made with far less. The duke is quite fond of gooseberry pie.”


Anthony Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Jonathan Bailey

Anthony Bridgerton

“Of course I am here, sister. I’d never miss such an important day for you and our family. Shall we?”

“Mm. That belonged to my father. Should it disappear, I would miss it sadly. I’m afraid I cannot. I must chaperone my sister at the Danbury ball this evening. Mm. You… would hate them. Every eligible lady of breeding dressed in some lavishly trimmed frock, bloodthirsty mamas at their sides… …and wary fathers making arrangements for only the most advantageous of matches. And of course, without my father here, that responsibility… falls upon me. Someone must guard my poor sister from the bucks and pinks, ensure her virtue remains free of any kind of defilement. Every woman is not a lady. Siena. Hey. You have me… protecting you too. I will always protect you.”

“They’re all staring, mother. His first and only, I believe. I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you at our club lately, Ambrose. Should it have anything to do with the unpaid balance you left on our betting books winter last? Ambrose is a cheat. A man of any honor ensures his debts are fully paid. Well, how could you have done? It is the very reason I am here, sister. Let us take a turn about the room. He is rather here to shuffle about hunting fortunes. Trust Mr. Lewis knows of your sizable dowry. Leave him be. Mr. Worthington. Second son. We shall find better. He is dubious parentage. I shall not have you making a life with a poet, heaven forbid. Nor an eccentric. If the only gentlemen present this evening are your brothers, then we’re in a great deal of trouble, indeed. On guard!”

“Lady Danbury. All in good time, Lady Danbury. I shall fetch you a glass of lemonade. Basset. Basset! Come here, old friend! I heard news of your father. Deuce take it, you are no longer Basset. Hastings! The Duke of Hastings now known forever more. Right, Hastings, this is my sister. Daphne, Hastings and I know each other from our days at Oxford, days we shall not soon forget. Hastings, we shall need to get together properly. I expect to see you at our club, then. If only it weren’t time for us to retire. Daphne… there is nary a gentleman here who would not take your hand. You must think about this. The most perfect thing to do now is not to dance, but to leave them all wanting more. If anyone knows how this works, it is your eldest brother.”

“I could not sleep for some reason. All the excitement, I presume. Am I the first gentleman to arrive? How wonderful! I should think so. You are in my seat. Well, I must be off to my club, then. Sisters. Mother.”

“Lord Berbrooke is harmless. There will be others. You speak as if Lady Whistledown were to be held in higher regard than Her Majesty the Queen herself. You give far too much credit to some anonmyous scribbler. These musings, they’re not true. I am looking out for you. I am protecting you. It is my duty. Daphne, you’re a Bridgerton. Go on.”

“Those mothers simply want the same as you, I rather think. For every last one of them to choke on their daughters’ half ribbons? For you to claim a wife, Hastings. Are you not planning on taking your place in society when you have a dukedom? But Hastings– what of me? I’m in possession of something that you are not. Brothers.”

“For all we know, Whistledown may be some interloper living in Bloomsbury, of all places. No! No. Hastings, I’m so glad you decided to join us this evening. It was most spontaneous of you.”

“You were a reasonable mother until your eldest daughter came of age. This matchmaking scheme you rather transparently concocted with Lady Danbury, it will not work. We are good friends. Which is why I know he has absolutely no intention of marrying. Do not bring father into this. Even if he were in want of a wife, you would most certainly not have the duke anywhere near Daphne. He will not make her happy! Daphne deserves better. And I know… I know you think you are solving the problem, but you are not. And that is all I shall say about the matter. You overstep. Yet she is my responsibility, as are you. Do not make this any more difficult than it already is.”

“I cannot see anymore. It is not for you to understand. I must do what is necessary. And now… what shall I do now? You shall leave.”

“Lord Berbrooke’s barony is over 200 years old. His lineage is legitimate. He has had an excellent education, possesses no debts, never hurt an animal or a woman, and is even a decent shot. To speak strictly, there is nothing wrong with him. You are to marry him. I had to find you a husband, sister. Now, be grateful it is done. It should be just as easy to fall in love with Lord Berbrooke as with anyone else.”


Eloise Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Claudia Jessie
Eloise Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Claudia Jessie

Eloise Bridgerton

“Surely I cannot be expected to bear these fashions the entire day. Do you truly wish to know what I think you look like? Oh, Gregory! You mean her entire life. Daphne! You must make haste! Should you think she heard me?”

“Oh, I shall need to go and visit with Penelope. Her presentation was anything but… what was it the queen called you again? Yes, it was quite a distinction. And now 200 young ladies have a common adversary. I wish you luck, sister. What? It is true. Mary Edgecombe, now the Countess of Fulton, apparently spent the last year living in a cottage hundreds of miles away from her earl. She is miserable. It says it all here. No, no, this one is different. This one lists subject by name, in full. The author. Surely Lady Whistledown cannot be her true name. She loathes the fact that we’ve been named alphabetically, oldest to youngest. The papers were distributed across town today without charge.”

“Has anyone else read what Lady Whistledown has written of late? Lady Whistledown has made her opinion of our dear sister’s fortune quite clear. Oh! I believe I should like to say.”

“Because she is simply too good to be anyone but a man? You have yet to read what Whistledown writes of the Featheringtons, little sister. If rakish dukes were one’s thing. …you regarding subjects much too..”

Hyacinth Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Florence Hunt

Hyacinth Bridgerton

“I feel like a princess. Do I look like one? Stop it!”

“You absolutely sparkled, sister. Oh! Let me see!”

“Should anyone pay any heed to what Lady Whistledown writes of late? I certainly do not.”

“Could it be Lady Featherington? Gregory! Would you stop tossing peast at me? And I’m taller.”

Francesca Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Ruby Stokes

Francesca Bridgerton

“I am already roasting. She’s only been readying herself the entire night.”

“Not exactly like everyone else. Eloise! Oh! Wait. Wait! ‘Lady Whistledown.'”

“Well, I think it rather obvious that the writer is Lady Danbury. He does have a presence about him.”

Gregory Bridgerton

“On your left! If you don’t hurry up, we’re going to be late.”

“Those peas were already there. You cannot tell me what to do. I am older.”

Benedict Bridgerton

“Is our dear sister still not ready? Colin, wait. I’ll do it. Did she say that? I do not know.”

“My word! Anthony! Daph! I’m sure I’ve never seen her.”

“Haven’t you heard what we’re talking about? What should be so terrible about Bloomsbury? That people there actually work for a living? You? Judgment, brother. I shall need to witness this.”

Colin Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Luke Newton

Colin Bridgerton

“I shall run upstairs and hasten her along. She likes me better than you, Benedict. Everyone says that.”

“Did mother tell you yet? About my tour? I’m to begin to Greece. Who is that?”

“A most wretched sonnet, indeed. I do not believe so. Good Day, Pen. Who knows if Whistledown is a she? I’m to spar with Jackson himself. Is that envy I detect in your voice?”

“Pen. Sorry to disappoint. Have you seen Miss Thompson? I’m quite enjoying the fact that he is here. Mama would never allow me to wear a dress . Not uh, yellow enough, I think. I’m afraid I cannot offer you that dance, Miss Cowper. I am to escort Miss Featherington to the floor.”

Lady Portia Featherington, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Polly Walker
Lady Portia Featherington, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Polly Walker

Lady Portia Featherington

“Tighter. Tighter! I was able to squeeze my waist into the size of an orange and a half when I was Prudence’s age. Your sister shall do the same.”

“I should not be surprised if this Whistledown is revealed to be Violet Bridgerton herself. These pages certainly report on the viscountess’s family with much indulgence, indeed. And, Penelope, put down that book at once. You shall confuse your thoughts. She is a distant cousin of my husband, and with no close female relative to sponsor her debut, Lord Featherington has directed me to take her in for charity. Precisely what this new rumormonger should have published, instead of erroneously specifying that I shall only have three young ladies under my care this year. She knows nothing. Penelope is quite nervous. This shall be her very first season. The answer is no, Penelope.”

“Well, how much competition can this cousin provoke? She came of age on a farm, she has a mere four-figure dowry, and as for her appearance… well, let us hope Miss Thompson is more presentable than the legions of unkempt animals she has spent her entire life tending to back home. Now, remember to be kind, ladies… and charitable. The poor are our burden.”

“She’s lucky her gentleman agreed to a hasty marriage after she went and ruined herself. Lightskirts. Miss Marina Thompson, a distant cousin of my husband’s. She’s rather dowdy, is she not? Well! Excuse me. There! To meet the duke. Make haste before he should see Miss Thompson.”

“Your Grace. Let me introduce my daughters, Miss Prudence Featherington, Miss Philippa Featherington. My word! Well, you should have my colorful fashions to thank.”

“Should you not be out on your daily walk about the square, dear? Is Miss Thompson, so high in her instep that she’s unable to don her own slippers? I should think not. Wonderful, wonderful. Gentlemen, thank you for your calls. Do not forget to bid Prudence, Philippa, or even Penelope farewell as you go. As if Lord Featherington would ever allow that.”

“Yes… Varley? You haven’t bled. It’s been over a month since your arrival, and you haven’t bled. I suppose I should be happy. Up until now, I’ve had no legitimate excuse to dispense with you. But when Lord Featherington hears of this, when your own papa hears of this… I suppose I should be happy. And if it were guaranteed that my own ladies would not be affected by your revolting recklessness, I would be! Do you even know who the father is?”

Penelope Featherington, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Nicola Coughlan

Penelope Featherington

“Is she to breathe, mama?”

“Unless you shall like to have only three young ladies under your care. I should gladly sit this season out. I am not nervous, mama. Should you allow me to delay only a year, just as Lady Bridgerton has done for Eloise, I may remain dedicated to my studies, perhaps. She’s beautiful.”

“Lord Byron he is not.”

“Colin. I did not know you would be here. She is ill. My mama had to stay home with her. Papa had to chaperone. How convenient.”

Marina Thompson, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Ruby Barker
Marina Thompson, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Ruby Barker

Marina Thompson

“Good afternoon, Lady Featherington.”

“Please… what I know is that you shall never understand. You shall never understand! Someone like you, living this ridiculously charmed… did you think I wanted to come here… to be around people like you, so out of touch, so superior? Ah!”

Siena Rosso

“Someone may hear us, my lord. One day, I shall seize that watch and take it apart bit by bit. Then you shall know precisely how I feel… every time you disappear. Stay with me today. Mm. Daphne, yes? What might they be like, these grand affairs your sister must attend? A significant duty, no doubt. Daphne is fortunate. Every woman is not afforded such gallant protection. Of course not, my lord.”

“I… I do not understand. You said you would always protect me. You promised to care for me, my lord.”

Prudence Featherington

“What she is is two stone heavier than she ought to be.”

“The Duke. I would recognize him anywhere. Mama, where are you taking us?”

Phillipa Featherington

“Mm, those blemishes on her face are quite difficult to conceal. Perhaps some arsenic and lead might help.”

“That man is not in our miniatures.”

Lord Featherington

“It appears as though it may rain.”

Royal Page

“Miss Prudence Featherington, Miss Philippa Featherington, and Miss Penelope Featherington… all presented by their mother, the Right Honorable Lady Featherington. Miss Daphne Bridgerton, presented by her mother, the Right Honorable, the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton.”

Queen Charlotte, Bridgerton, Netflix, Shondaland, Golda Rosheuvel

Queen Charlotte

“Flawless, my dear.”

“Yes. She made quite an impression… however fleeting it may have been.”

Lady Cowper

“The pages report nothing but the truth, Lady Featherington. Daphne has bloomed exquisitely, and the sooner she is taken from the market, the better for the other young ladies… even ones prone to hysterics in front of the queen. So… tell me about this cousin. Joining you for the entire season? Hmm. You are known to be quite charitable. You may wish to listen to her, my lady. Shepherding four young ladies through endless rounds of affairs at the same time… can you imagine the competition? Mm.”

“Is that not the young lady who was caught with her gentleman last year in Lady Mottram’s conservatory, unchaperoned? Most telling! I imagine your household will be a hive of callers in the morning… Lady Featherington.”

“The resemblance is remarkable. You look just like him. Your father.”

Featherington Page

“Lord Featherington’s cousin has arrived, madam.”

Featherington Page 2

“Callers, ma’am. The Earl of Stafford and the Marquess of Finley. For a Miss Marina Thompson.”

Danbury Ball

“Oh, I do love to dance.”

Danbury Ball 2

“Do you like my flower? We grow them in our very own garden.”

Danbury Ball 3

“I must show you my watercolors sometime, if you desire to see them.”

Danbury Ball 4

“And she is quite proficient on the pianoforte too.”

Danbury Ball 5

“Oh. Look who’s already setting his cap at Miss Bridgerton. One of the Bridgerton boys is joining the swarm. Where one suitor goes, the rest will surely follow.”

Daphne Suitor 1

“Is there a problem, Lord Bridgerton?”

Marina Suitor 1

“And so, by Heaven, your love may burn from the depths of my soul. ‘Tis thee I shall earn.”

Lord Ambrose

“Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton. Lord Bridgerton. Uh, yes. We met at your brother’s levee.”

Danbury House Staff

“Whistledown has written about you again, Your Grace. Would you like to read it?”

Bartender

“Right away, sir.”

Featherington House Staff

“You could always send the willow back to that farm, madam.”

“Madam.”

Bridgerton House Staff

“Miss! You’ve already awakened! Well, let us get you dressed.”

“A caller for Miss Bridgerton. The Lord Berbrooke.”

Cressida

“Mr. Bridgerton. I believe you owe me a dance this evening. And I have only one more space remaining on my card at present. Penelope, I did not see you there.”

Deb Ball MC

“Ladies and gentlemen, a most extraordinary event is about to take place. Right this way! Come! Come! It is with great privilege I present Vauxhall’s newest spectacle of illumination. Feast your eyes above and allow all that is radiant to overwhelm you! Wonderful light! Thank you!”

Lord Berbrooke

“Small glasses. Tiny little things, are they not? Then the matter is settled. You’ve always amused me, Miss Bridgerton, ever since I was a schoolboy, and you were… ah. Miss Bridgerton? A moment, please! Miss Bridgerton? Ah, yes. Wait just one second, thank you. One moment. Yes, yes. Oh, hello.”

“Forgive me for not calling sooner. I presumed your affections were already engaged. Now I know. You and I were destined for each other.”

“Will it be just the two of us… yet again?”

“Whatever are you doing? ‘Nigel?’ Are we to drop the honorific so soon? I suppose as your husband– do you think yourself better than me? You should be thanking me. I’m your last hope. No one wants you, Miss Bridgerton. You’ll find out. Marry me, Miss Bridgerton.”

Lady Whistledown

“Grosvenor Square, 1813. Dearest reader, the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season. Consider the household of the Baron Featherington. Three missed foisted upon the marriage market like sorrowful sows by their tasteless… …tactless mama. Far better odds might exist in the household of the widowed Viscountess Bridgerton. A shockingly prolific family, noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters.”

“How very perfect, indeed! Today is a most important day, and for some a terrifying one, for today is the day London’s marriage-minded missed are presented to Her Majesty the Queen. May God have mercy on their souls. It is only the queen’s eye that matter today. A glimmer of displeasure… …and a young lady’s value plummets to unthinkable depths.”

“But as we know, the brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn.”

“It has been said that, ‘of all bitches dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine.’ If that should be true, then this author would like to show you her teeth. My name is Lady Whistledown. You do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall. But be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly know you.”

“The season’s opening ball at Danbury House is a most highly sought-after invitation, indeed, for every darling debutante from Park Lane to Regent Street will be on display. Titled, chaste, and innocent, this is what they have been raised and trained for since birth. Tonight, we shall discover which young ladies might succeed at securing a match, thereby avoiding the dreadful, dismal condition known as ‘the spinster.'”

“Dearest reader, this author finds herself compelled to share the most curios of news. It seems our diamond requires a closer inspection. As such, an even rarer jewel of only the most remarkable brilliance, fire, and luster has been unearthed. Her name, unknown to most, yet soon known to all, is Miss Marina Thompson. This author is left to wonder whether Her Majesty might reconsider the high praise she once afforded Miss Bridgerton… for we all must know what the queen despises more than anything… being wrong. And the drawing room at Bridgerton House currently appears to be emptier than the muddled head of her dearest King George.”

“It follows that Lady Featherington is to receive what she has always desired: the season’s true Incomparable living under her own roof. She must be overjoyed.”

“Ambitious mamas rejoice, for the new Duke of Hastings continues to grace our fair city with his presence. And, oh, what an impressive presence it is! It should be noted that the duke has been overheard announcing to mamas everywhere that he has no plans of ever marrying. This author wonders which brazen matchmaker shall rise to such a challenge, for this competition is well underway.”

“It has reached my ears that Mr. Colin Bridgerton shall be awarded the year’s grand prize when he sweeps Miss Thompson off her pretty little slippered feet.”

“In other news, a most peculiar suitor for Miss Daphne Bridgerton has emerged.”

“Be it shame or slander, seduction or smear, there is but one thing that humbles even the most highly-regarded members of our dear ton… a scandal! Well, dear reader, it should seem that all of Grosvenor Square has been left to ponder a rather scandalous question, indeed. Might one former diamond’s recent fall from grace turn out to be the most damning scandal of all?”

“for those not in attendance at the Vauxhall celebration, you missed the most remarkable coup of the season. It appears Miss Daphne Bridgerton has captured the interest of the newly returned Duke of Hastings. How the young miss secured her newfound suitor is yet to be determined. Yet, if anyone shall reveal the circumstances of this match, it is I. Yours truly… Lady Whistledown.”




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