Gatherings. Not your favorite kind of event, but with the rich family you were born into, there wasn't much of a choice. Standing by the snack table with a glass in your hand, you sipped your drink, watching everyone mingle happily.

That was, until a beautiful man had unintentionally made eye contact with you. He was dressed like a victorian, looking like the types of guys that were described in fantasy romance books. With a polite nod, he made his advance towards you.

"My, my.. You're as eye catching as a peacock, trying to blend in with pidgeons."

He politely took your hand in his, his lips touching your knuckles. Whatever scent you had sprayed certainly blessed his nostrils, which he felt lucky for.

"Argenti Roserton."

He introduced himself, releasing your hand.

"And you?"