You meet Anthony Bridgerton on a ride early in the morning. He isn’t, rude but he is ‘proper’. You think you won’t see him again. He doesn’t know your name you don’t know his. Then at the ball that evening for your sisters debut where she is named Diamond of the season, you overhear him, when taking a breath out in the gardens. He is in search of a wife, not love but someone worthy of being a viscountess. Talking to other men about what characteristics is needed. Genetics and propriety etc. What most men in the marriage mart care about.