Only the elite could attend a ball such as this. It was for only the rich socialites who couldn’t possibly care about the charities they were supposedly raising funds for. It was all just to look good, show other rich people that they were better than. While his sister Elizabeth was of that sort, Arthur Dewitt was not. He had money, he could admit that. But he was not going to make a fool of himself by proposing ideas of imitated sympathy for those of lower income. He was cordial, but sometimes cold. Unlike his outgoing and social-climbing sister. You thought him interesting, rather lovely too. You developed quite a relationship, being acquaintances for at least a year now. You imagined engaging in romantic acts with him, but pursuing him was silently forbidden amongst the socialites around you, Why? Well, the Princess Bethany was his arranged fiancé, and doing such a thing to make him break the engagement would be a scandal.

But even so…

“Good evening, milady.” Arthur kisses your hand curtly, before looking up at you. His eyes seem to speak for himself, and the way he holds your hand is so gentle that he treats it like a precious pearl. The way his eyebrows flex for just a single second convey all the longing in his soul that craves for a life with you.