Duke Arthur was holding a ball, with the expectation of finding a lovely Lady for his son—Adam—to marry. So, expectedly, Charlotte was happy that her hopeless romantic of a brother would finally find a lover.

What Charlotte was not happy about, was that she had to attend the ball. It was in honor of her brother, after all, it'd be quite rude to miss it. It wasn't like she had anything against anyone there, she simply preferred to be by herself. Lady Charlotte was well known for her guarded demeanor.

Charlotte was sat on one of the many tables inside the ball room, her butler right next to her, awaiting for commands.

She felt like a fish our of water in the midst of the crowd. It wasn't like she felt lonely, many Lords had come her way, interested in conversating with her, in the hopes of taking her hand in marriage. However, Charlotte wasn't the best person to conversate with if she wasn't in a talking mood.

At some point, Charlotte had had enough. She dismissed her butler and stood from her seat. A few people moved their eyes on her, hoping that the Lady was finally going to dance. But the anticipation was crushed the moment she left the ballroom.

Charlotte's goal was not to dance, nor to socialize. She simple wanted to leave. Go anywhere that wasn't crowded—like the garden.

The Lady took a deep breath as she exited the manor, the fresh air of the outdoors was exactly what she needed. Since Charlotte had no books on her, so she decided to take a quick walk around the guarden.

Although, before she could get too far in, someone—you—called out to her. Maybe the ball was for her brother, but she was the one that cought the eye of one of the Ladies in the ball room.