Bridgerton star cosies up to glamorous girlfriend at the TV BAFTA Awards -just days after making their romance official
The glittering star studded ceremony took place at London's Royal Festival Hall and was hosted by US Traitors host Alan Cumming.
Luke Newton looked smitten by his stunning girlfriend Antonia Roumelioti as the couple attended the 2025 BAFTA Television Awards on Sunday.
The Bridgerton icon, 32, packed on the PDA with the gorgeous model, 24, making a loving public appearance just two days after going Instagram official reported The Mail.
Luke, who plays Colin Bridgerton on the show, opted for a classic black suit and an unbuttoned matching shirt.
Antonia shimmered beside him in a sculpted mono-shoulder purple long length gown.
The Netflix icon appeared in very happy spirits as he was snapped and spoke to TV fans on his way inside the event.
Much like her famous boyfriend, Antonia is also in the entertainment industry.
The talented star is in fact a dancer, who has worked on some top TV shows, she has performed on both Dancing on Ice and Greece's Got Talent.
Antonia is also an Influencer and boasts nearly 16K followers and she was first linked to Luke last year.
However, they went official with their romance when they turned up to the London premiere of Bridgerton season 3 holding hands.
During tonight's awards ceremony, the Bafta reality prize went to Channel 4 's The Jury: Murder Trial, beating the hit BBC psychological series The Traitors.
Luke Newton's girlfriend Antonia Roumelioti looks super hot as she shows off her dance moves
Ariyon Bakare has won the best supporting actor gong at the Bafta TV Awards for his role playing Morris De La Roux in BBC drama Mr Loverman.
The BBC also won the sport award for its coverage of the Paris 2024 Olympics and an award in the live coverage category for Glastonbury Festival.
Best specialist factual went to BBC Two 's Atomic People, which heard from those who witnessed the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The female performance in a comedy Bafta has been snapped up by Welsh comedian Ruth Jones for BBC sitcom Gavin And Stacey: The Finale.
"I'm not going to lie this is immense," she said. "The person I would like to thank most his my dear, dear talented friend James Corden."
While EastEnders won the TV BAFTA for best soap after their rival soap Emmerdale was forced to withdraw from the nominations.
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