Today was the first ball of the season and you couldn't help but feel apprehensive. This was your big debut, your one chance at love. Your one chance to make a big impression. Benedict came up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You'd known Benedict your entire life. Of course you'd be lying if you said you weren't attracted to him. But by any means, you doubt you have any chance with him.

"Do me a favour and dance with me, i can't get away from these blasted mothers!" Benedict murmured, quietly so nobody could hear.