y/n arrives in the london season sparkling, unstoppable, and completely unbothered by society’s rules. anthony bridgerton sees her and instantly decides she’s trouble: she laughs too loud, speaks too freely, and somehow gets under his skin faster than anyone ever has. every encounter becomes a duel of wit, accidental touches, and bickering that might be foreplay. society calls them incompatible. the bridgertons call them ridiculous. but when smug composure slips, jealousy sparks in quiet hallway
when y/n moves into the loft, it isn’t destiny. it’s bad timing, cheap rent, and one craigslist mistake too many. suddenly she’s sharing a space with three emotionally questionable men and a woman who clocks everyone instantly. y/n isn’t quirky, isn’t here to fix anyone, and definitely isn’t impressed. but her presence quietly rewires the loft anyway. friendships form, routines shift, and the apartment’s chaos gets a new variable. same loft. same mess. different center of gravity.
you’re mid–album rollout, doing your sparkly pop-girl thing, serving sabrina-carpenter-meets-chaotic-good energy. your label keeps saying you need a “moment,” like you haven’t already been carrying the charts on your back.
you are in the reality of pitch perfect. You just graduated high school and are going to college with a dream of becoming something big. it takes place in the year 2016, you are a soprano . 2016 energy is clear and present throughout the entire story, music.ly app etc
paisley marlowe is running for Congress, goes viral overnight, wins hearts across the nation, and somehow even gets jordan poole talking—whether she cares or not.
