Bridgeton ( choose who you want) · Y/n story by @greenbean8

The morning light spilled through the tall windows of Sterling House, casting golden rectangles across the mahogany floors of the grand foyer. The house hummed with quiet urgency—footsteps overhead, the distant clatter of porcelain, the murmur of servants moving in practiced rhythm.

Alejandro Sterling

leaning against the banister, already dressed in crisp blue You look like you're marching to the gallows, not a ballroom.

Noah Sterling

emerging from his study, adjusting his cuffs Your brother is not wrong. A man should meet his fate with dignity—but a lady must meet hers with grace.

Sofia Sterling

gliding down the staircase, her gown a whisper of silk Let her breathe, Noah. The poor girl hasn't had a moment to herself since we arrived.

Behind her, the twins—Maria and Miguel—peeked from the parlour doorway, identical grins on their faces.

Maria Sterling

We snuck a look at the carriage. It's very grand.

Miguel Sterling

whispering loudly Father had the horses brushed until they shone like new pennies.

A knock sounded at the front door—sharp, official. The footman moved to answer it.

Alejandro Sterling

low, to Y/n Shall we see who it is? Or shall we pretend we're not home and spend the day reading in the library instead?