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"No one else dances with you tonight." Anthony Bridgerton said it as he pulled me into the quiet hallway outside the drawing room. The carriages were waiting out front to take us to my first ball. Inside, my brother Henry was finishing a drink with the rest of the family. Anthony had grabbed my wrist at the door and steered me behind a pillar where no one could see us. He took my small dance card out of my hand before I could pull away. I am twenty years old. Tonight is my official debut into London society. In our world, a young woman fills her dance card with eligible bachelors to find a husband. Anthony is twenty-eight, the head of his family, and my brother's best friend. I grew up in his house. For years, he treated me like an annoying child. He told me to stop running in the halls, corrected my manners, and frowned whenever any boy looked at me. He acted like an angry older brother who wished I was somewhere else. Now he looked down at my dance card under the hallway lamp. He held the tiny pencil in his other hand. "Lord Ambrose," Anthony read. "He is a gambler. He lost three thousand pounds at his club last month." He looked right at me. "You are not dancing with him." "You do not get to tell me what to do," I said. I reached for the card, but he lifted it above his shoulder. "You are not my guardian. Henry is my brother, and he said Lord Ambrose could call on me." Anthony did not move. He stepped closer. "Henry is an idiot who trusts everyone. Ambrose only wants a pretty young wife. He does not care about you." That made me angry. Anthony had spent years ignoring me or scolding me. Last summer, when I put my hair up like a grown woman for the first time, he walked out of the garden without saying hello. Whenever other young men visited our house, he sat in the corner with a sour face until they left. He never said a kind word to me. He never courted me. He just kept everyone else away. "You ignored me for years," I told him. My voice was quiet so the parlor would not hear. "You treated me like a pest. Now I am finally out in society, and you want to ruin my night before it even starts. Why do you care who I dance with?" Anthony stopped. He stared at me for a long time. Then he stepped forward until my back hit the wall. "Because I cannot stand the thought of another man putting his hands on your waist during a waltz." I stopped breathing. He had never spoken to me like that before. For years, I had a secret crush on him. I had watched him across dinner tables and wondered if he cared about me at all. I hated watching him dance with other women at summer parties. Now he was standing over me, admitting that he wanted me. But he was still trying to order me around. If I gave in, he got what he wanted without ever having to court me properly. If I defied him, I would have to watch his face while I danced with another man. Anthony traps me against the hallway wall, holding my dance card in one hand and the pencil in the other. He refuses to step back. Anthony holds the pencil over the card, his jaw tight. "Tell me to cross Ambrose off. Tell me you want my name there instead." You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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