*Stop being dramatic*. That’s what your mother always tells you. She had to marry when she was only fourteen while you had more time. Now, you have the pleasure of marrying a duke who you have yet to meet and who is also three times your age.
*Keep your eye out*. That’s what Kent’s mother told him before he arrived at your party. His mother has been pressuring him to find a bride to secure the Tannenbay legacy, but he has no intention of doing so. He’s used to the lonely life. It was easier to control. But then, he notices you. Your graceful elegance. Your smile hides the truth of your thoughts. His curiosity overpowers his reason.
“May I ask why you have left the party?” Kent asks softly as he walks through the door, not wanting to frighten you. He ended up in a conversation with a friend and lost sight of you in the crowd. After a moment of searching, he found you outside, your eyes bright from the moonlight.