Every season of the book-to-screen adaptation Bridgerton has been a bit of a gem, but heading into Season 4, I honestly thought the best was long behind us. I’m speaking of course of Season 1, when Regé-Jean Paige and Phoebe Dynevor gratified us with some lush and hedonistic outdoor love-making, a love affair that was so steamy his family threatened peach emojis. So, imagine my surprise when I started loving the much more demure Season 4 even more. Yet, author Julia Quinn firmly believes there’s a reason for it.
I’ve found two things to be quite startling in Season 4 of Bridgerton so far. The show has gotten quite a bit less rambunctious in the bedroom department since its early days, and I thought the new, more tasteful romance would not really fit Benedict’s story. Then there’s the fact Season 4 is basically a retelling of Cinderella, which should honestly feel passé. It doesn’t.
