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The chandeliers have been polished to a gleam, the kite laid carefully beside silk gloves and ribbons, and the final invitations sealed with wax and ribbon. At long last, the prompts for Benophie Week 2026 are ready to be revealed.

Over eight enchanting days, we invite you to step into a celebration of the hidden identities, stolen dances, lingering glances across crowded rooms, and the kind of love that transported us all. Inspired by the romance of our beloved Sophie Baek and Benedict Bridgerton, each prompt has been chosen by you, our honoured guests, to capture the magic, mystery, and devotion at the heart of their story.

So consider this your invitation to the festivities.

The ballroom awaits. The orchestra is poised to begin. The wedding march is about to begin.

We cannot wait to witness the dazzling creations that emerge once the festivities commence.

Yours in joyful anticipation,

The Benophie Week Team 🏡

FREDERIC LEIGHTON — “Wedded” (1882)

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HENRI DE TOULOUSE-LAUTREC — “In Bed: The Kiss” (1892)

“The painting is admired for its ability to render a deep connection between the couple, who appear oblivious to their painter, and impervious to the judgments that might be cast upon them by their society if their relationship were exposed. They seem utterly absorbed in one another, and the viewer has the sense that in the instant captured by Toulouse-Lautrec, they have no concerns besides the moment they are sharing together.” "I cannot love a maid. I cannot be with a maid. I cannot think of a maid every waking hour, longing for a life with her, and yet...you have taken possession of me. Shot me back to life. Turned me from someone who could not sit still for a moment to one who wishes to be in one single place: beside you, for as long as I might live...You're the person I've been searching for all my life. I love you. I love you. I love you."

BRIDGERTON (2020-) BENEDICT AND SOPHIE

I gotta tell you something. The other night at the Eastwood game, I was...struggling. And then, I heard someone singing. Elton John. I followed your voice through the tunnels. I saw you in the green room. Saying it out loud, I realize that sounds creepy, but...you were so, like, genuine, you know? Free. You centered me.