Stepping into the worlds in which popular TV shows are set is a romanticised thought that, in reality, would likely end in disaster.
A jaunt into Succession land would see your family turn against you; making your way into The Bear's kitchen would ensure that any fantasies you secretly held about short men and delicious food would instantly go up in flames; and it's all fun and games in The White Lotus until you end up an adulterer or being murdered by 'these gays'.
Yet in the land of Bridgerton, things are destined to turn out a little differently.
In the lead-up to season three of the Netflix series, a real-life Bridgerton sprung up in Australia, transforming the town of Bowral into the Ton. A world where myself, a group of Australian journalists, and a handful of international influencers set up camp for three days — all the while trying our hand at Regency-era activities, avoiding a ghost that dwelled in the estate-turned-hotel where we stayed, and gazing at Bridgerton stars Nicola Coughlan and Luke Newton as they glided into the premiere event, with a string quartet serenading them and champagne flowing, watching on like the commoners we so rightly are.
I have never before masqueraded as a lady of means, but after spending a handful of days in Bridgerton land — where truffles were sprinkled over every available food group, men in suit jackets handed out champagne with the same urgency that city rangers distribute parking fines in my neighbourhood, and encountering a horse-drawn carriage where the horse in question's hair was more quaffed than my own could ever be — the idea of marrying for money suddenly didn't seem out of the question.