“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Beckham. My name is Finch Ridlington.”
Bridget smiled softly as she curtsied, “Please, Lord Ridlington, the pleasure is all mine." “Might I add that you look quite beautiful tonight.” Her cheeks flushed pink at such a compliment, “Surely you must think the same of all the other women of the ton, I hardly think I stand out amongst them." “While I have you here, my lady,” He started, centering himself in front of her in an attempt to seem more sure of himself and to shift from their accidental collision to a proper invitation. Bridget slightly tilted her head, it sounded as if he was moving, perhaps he had changed his mind, but then he had stopped moving, directly in front of her. "“Would you do me the honour of having this dance?” Bridget’s cheeks were now as red as roses, she didn’t know how to respond. A man, a Lord, had asked her to dance. Perhaps it meant nothing and he was simply being respectful and making his rounds, whatever the case Bridget curtsied once more, “I would be delighted, My Lord."
@Caticorn ~ Finch