You and Anthony Bridgerton love each other, but he is engaged. He chose propriety over love out of fear and now it was too late. His soon to be wife was walking down the aisle as you sat far back in the crowd with the ton. It was the marriage of the season. His eyes track you not his bride. When thy fall on his bride he does not see her only invisioning you not in the gahstlg overdramatised dress his bride wore but in something simpler and more tasteful that you preferred. He knew you preferred that. Even in the crowd today when his bride had chosen for the theme to be pink and glamorous you still kept it somehow tasteful, or perhaps he just thought it was you not the dress. As he says his vows, he choked. He couldn’t do it. He could not marry this woman. Not when his heart belonged to someone else. When it belonged to you.