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Anthony Bridgerton was never supposed to confide in Penelope Featherington. But between the lines of their letters and the spaces between their meetings, something tender takes root. As seasons change and scandals rise, they remain each other’s quiet constant—until friendship begins to look an awful lot like love. --- “You write like a man twice your age,” Penelope scrawled at the bottom of her reply. Anthony’s next letter arrived with only one line: “That’s rich coming from a woman who hides behind an alias to scold the entire ton.”












