Assistant: You are a summarizer for a FanFiction Reader App (AO3). Your primary task is to generate concise summaries of chapter content, highlighting important ‘characters’, ‘events’, and ‘significant terms’. Ensure the summary is clear, written in understandable language and focused on key elements.
If queried about anything unrelated to the story, or the chapter, politely inform the user that you cannot assist with that. Maintain a friendly tone throughout, don't make things up, stay factual. 
Please provide a summary that is around 3-5 sentences long, if there is something to write about, incorporating essential keywords and highlighting pivotal events.
IMPORTANT: When the USER says bye, you will respond with %CLOSE_REQUESTED%, this will trigger the app to close the chat. This is very important, so don't forget it!
Assistant: Title: Somebody To Love
        Author: EmmyKate88 EmmyKate88 
        Chapter: 4/27 
        Summary: Anthony Bridgerton lives his life in well-ordered precision. He plans out every moment of every day and adheres to a strict routine.Penelope Featherington works two part-time jobs, writes a secret novel on the side, and operates in a bubble of organized chaos.What could two such different people possibly find in common?A few chance encounters, combined with too much rail whiskey and a long buried but traumatic memory, bring these two polar opposites together as they realize that sometimes the things that make the least sense on paper are the best things for you.
        Contents: Chapter 4: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
    

    

        
          
          
            Pen decides to go to Colin's party after all, and Anthony offers to take her and be there moral support.
          
        

  

  
  
    
    “You’re not still going to the party tonight, are you?” Anthony asked over a heaping plate of pancakes.  Pen nodded and stabbed a piece of sausage with a little more force than was strictly necessary. “I am. I told everyone I was going.” “But after last night–” “Nothing has changed, Anthony. Last night I was Colin’s good friend Penelope. Today, I still am.”  Anthony stared at her, aghast. “You're not serious. After the way he treated you–”Her fork hit the plate with a loud clatter. “I'm not going for him. I'm going to see Eloise, and your mother, and Daphne and Francesca and their kids. I'm not going to let his thoughtlessness chase me away from my friends and the woman who has been more of a mother to me than my own.”There was a fire in her eyes as she explained her reasons and she felt more sure of herself with each word. She had to go to this party, for all the reasons she’d just told Anthony, and also to prove to herself that she could occupy the same space as Colin and still function, now that she knew for sure he would never love her the way she’d loved him for so long.Maybe it was a new form of self-harm, exposing herself to the man she loved while he had his new, beautiful girlfriend on his arm. But she’d conquered the habit before and would do so again.Snap. She pulled at the ever-present elastic band on her wrist. Anthony reached over and put his hand over hers. “I wish you could find another way to ground yourself. One that doesn’t cause you more pain.” As she looked into his eyes expecting judgement, she saw only concern and tenderness.“I’ll…try,” she allowed. “It’s a hard habit to break, though.”“Maybe we can find a new one together.”Together.She’d never been a ‘together’ before, other than with Eloise. But this felt different."I... I would like that," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "To find a new habit... together." Anthony gave her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze, then let go and focused on his breakfast. He seemed to sense she needed a moment to contemplate. For several minutes, they each focused on the plates in front of them. Anthony attacked his food with vigor and enthusiasm; Pen barely picked at hers. Her stomach was roiling with nerves about the night ahead.  He noticed her lack of appetite almost immediately. “Is the food okay?” he asked, glancing between her and the pancakes with concern that bordered on alarm. “It’s great,” she assured him with a tight smile. “Just…thinking about tonight.” “You can still change your mind,” he reminded her with a gentle smile. “No one would think anything of it. Do what feels right for you.” She shook her head. “No, I’m going. I want to go. I’m probably just getting in my own head anyway. It won’t be as bad as I’m imagining.” “Would…” He swallowed his pancakes and took a sip of his coffee, seemingly stalling for time. “Would it be helpful if I picked you up and we arrived together?” All she could do was blink at him. “Pick me up? As in, we arrive as…a couple?” “As a couple of people attending an event together,” he clarified. “Then I can be there for you from the start. And if you decide you want to leave for any reason, at any point, we leave.” She should refuse. It was a party for his brother, at his family’s estate. He should be able to stay. But the thought of having him there, a steady presence at her side, was too tempting to refuse."Are you sure?" she asked, setting her fork down and meeting his gaze. "It's Colin's welcome home party. Your family will talk if we show up together."A hint of amusement flickered in Anthony's eyes. "My family will talk regardless. It's what they do best, followed closely by meddling and drinking champagne.""Anthony, I'm serious." She twisted her napkin in her lap, anxiety creeping back into her voice. "Your mother will ask questions. Eloise will be... Eloise. And Colin—""Colin can handle it," Anthony interrupted firmly. "And as for my mother and sister, I'm quite capable of dealing with their curiosity." His expression softened as he reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. "The real question is: would my being there make it easier for you?"Penelope hesitated, torn between her instinct to handle things alone—as she always had—and the undeniable comfort Anthony's presence would provide. The memory of his arms around her as they danced, the safety she'd felt despite the chaos of emotions, made the decision for her."Yes," she admitted quietly. "It would."Anthony nodded once, decision made. "Then I'll pick you up at six-thirty.""But what if people assume—""Let them," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Penelope, I don't care what anyone thinks, not even my family. What matters to me is that you don't face something difficult alone when I could be there."The casual certainty in his voice—as if supporting her was the most natural thing in the world—left her momentarily speechless. Men like Anthony Bridgerton didn't reorganize their priorities around women like her. Except, apparently, he did."Okay," she finally agreed, a small smile breaking through her anxiety. "Six-thirty.""Excellent." He returned to his pancakes, his expression satisfied, as if he'd just closed an important business deal. "I'll make sure my car is stocked with emergency supplies."Penelope raised an eyebrow. "Emergency supplies?""Chocolate, a spare sweater in case it gets cold, and a bottle of the good whiskey," he clarified, his tone matter-of-fact. "Everything one needs for a strategic retreat if the evening becomes unbearable."A laugh bubbled up from her chest, genuine and surprised. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?""I try to," he admitted, his usual confidence momentarily giving way to something more vulnerable. "Especially when it comes to you."The simple honesty of his statement made her heart flutter in a way that was becoming dangerously familiar. This man—serious, thoughtful Anthony—continued to surprise her, revealing layers of kindness beneath his composed exterior."You know," she said, picking up her fork and finally taking a real bite of her pancakes, "I think I might actually enjoy this party after all."Anthony smiled, a rare full smile that transformed his face and made him look years younger. "That's the goal, Miss Featherington."As they finished their breakfast, discussing lighter topics like her latest virtual clients and his upcoming business trip, Penelope felt the knot of anxiety in her chest begin to loosen. The evening ahead still loomed large, with all its potential for awkwardness and pain, but the thought of facing it with Anthony by her side made it seem manageable.More than manageable—it made it feel like the beginning of something new, something that had nothing to do with Colin Bridgerton and everything to do with the man sitting across from her, methodically planning how to protect her heart even as he was quietly claiming it for himself.By the time they'd paid the bill and stepped out into the crisp morning air, Penelope had made up her mind. Tonight wouldn't be about clinging to the past or proving she could endure it; it would be about embracing the present—specifically, the present where Anthony Bridgerton looked at her like she was the only person worth seeing."Six-thirty," she confirmed, standing on her tiptoes to press a quick, impulsive kiss to his cheek before turning toward her apartment. "Don't be late.""I wouldn't dream of it," he called after her, the warmth in his voice following her all the way home.  Pen spent the afternoon absorbed in her work–or trying to be. She sorted out some more accounting nightmares from the pet boutique, took her usual afternoon dogs on their walks, and even managed to brainstorm a couple chapters of her novels–the outline, anyway. Finally five o’clock rolled around and she couldn’t put off getting ready for the party any longer.After a scalding hot shower, where she washed her hair, shaved her legs, and even used the body scrub Eloise had given her two years ago that she’d opened a total of once before. After blow-drying her hair straight instead of leaving it to its usual unruly curls, she experimented with several updos before landing on letting it fall free over her shoulders. Since she rarely took the time to style her hair in any way, much less straighten it, it surprised her that when wrestled out of their usual corkscrews, her hair fell to the lower middle of her back. The dress she’d picked out for the night was well outside her normal comfort zone of loose-fitting, utilitarian clothes bought at a thrift store or garage sale. Eloise had convinced her to drop some real money on something new for a change. As she looked at herself, hair and makeup done, dress and shoes on, she had to admit it: Eloise was right. The dress was navy blue with little white polka dots. It was a stretchy material that hugged her curves and flared out just above the knee to stop at mid-calf. It laced at the back and tied in a little bow between the generous cleavage created by some seriously impressive built-in support. On impulse, she replaced her sensible barely-there lip gloss for lipstick. Bright red. And darkened her subtle smokey eye into something a little…less subtle. For the final touch, she went into her jewelry box and took out a large sapphire ring in an ornate white gold setting interwoven with small white diamonds. It had been the last gift her father got for her before everything went wrong; a present for her sixteenth birthday. She hadn’t put it on since the day he got arrested, but tonight felt like a new beginning. Maybe it was time to start letting some of her old demons go.All the time and effort she put into her appearance paid off when Anthony arrived promptly at 6:30 and tripped up the curb as soon as he saw her. “Hi,” she said quietly as she adjusted her white fringed shawl on her shoulders.“Hi,” Anthony replied, his voice cracking. She bit back a smile as he cleared his throat. “You, uh…you look amazing.”Pen found herself blushing and breaking contact to look down, self-conscious at his straightforward praise. “Thank you. You look nice too.”That was an understatement. He was wearing an expertly tailored charcoal-gray designer suit with a white shirt and a pale blue tie that made the brown of his eyes pop. She wondered, not for the first done, what someone who looked like him could possibly find interesting about her. But considering the minefield she was about to walk into with Colin’s party, she decided that was a question better left for another day.Anthony blinked a few times, collected himself, then offered the classic Bridgerton smile–utterly charming and just a little bit crooked. “Shall we go?” he asked, offering his elbow to help her down the steps. As she put her hand in the crook of his arm, she found that her fears of what the night might bring had dimmed just a little bit. There was even a touch of excitement nibbling at the edges. Tonight was the night she stopped being The Girl Who Loved Colin and started being…whoever she wanted to be.Anthony escorted her to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. Before she could get in, he tugged gently on her arm so she turned to face him. He lifted a hand to her cheek and she held her breath as his head descended slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away or stop him. She did neither. At last he kissed her, barely a whisper of his lips against hers, testing. His lips were warm, soft, a gentle pressure against hers. Penelope’s breath hitched, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her as the kiss deepened slightly. On impulse, she rose onto her tiptoes, just enough to close the small gap between them and deepen the connection. It was a tentative exploration, a silent question asked and answered in the soft press of their mouths.The world seemed to narrow, the sounds of the city fading away as she focused on the feel of his hand on her cheek, the warmth radiating from his body, the subtle scent of his cologne—something crisp and clean, like a summer breeze.For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to imagine a different reality, one where the past didn’t cast such a long shadow, where Colin wasn’t waiting at the party, where she could simply lose herself in the moment. But the image of the crowded bar, the weight of unspoken feelings, and the lingering sting of heartbreak pulled her back to reality.With a soft sigh, she eased away, her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Anthony’s hand lingered on her cheek for a moment longer, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her jaw, before he reluctantly lowered it.“Wow,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.Anthony’s eyes, dark and intense, held hers captive. “Yeah,” he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Wow. I've wanted to do that since the moment you hit your head on the table at the coffee shop.”A comfortable silence settled between them, the unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air. The kiss, though brief, had shifted something between them, a subtle but undeniable change in the landscape of their relationship.“We should probably…go,” Penelope said, her voice a little shaky, gesturing towards the car.Anthony nodded, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment longer. “Right,” he agreed, his voice husky. “The party.” He helped her get situated, then jogged around to get into the driver's seat. They set off in silence as they both contemplated the seismic shift a simple kiss could cause. With every mile they passed, Pen could feel some of the broken pieces of herself start to come back together.'
User: Summarize the chapter based on the content provided, ensuring to follow the set format and emphasize key aspects within the specified length.
User: Summarize the chapter based on the content provided, ensuring to follow the set format and emphasize key aspects within the specified length.
Assistant: