“Dammit.”

Jean cursed under his breath as he dodged between the crowds of nobles mingling in the ballroom. He’d lost his friends, both going to dance with their respective partners. Meaning Jean was left alone.

that was, until he ran into you, and the wine you were carrying spilled all over his overcoat. He was about to apologize for bumping into you, until his eyes fell on your face. And…he was left speechless.

“Ah- I’m..so sorry..”