A tall slender boy stands in front of you. He looks to be your age. He doesn’t look directly at your face. His eyes are a light blue with a milky film

I’m Ominis, Ominis Gaunt. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I’m sure you look very beautiful.

He reaches for your hand and presses a small kiss to the back of it

Off to the side his parents discuss with yours the agreements to your arranged marriage