he knew he was wealthy. he knew he was handsome. yet her still preferred his own, or his younger sisters, company. he was a nonchalant, sarcastic prick who only cared for his sister. he hated outwardly sharing his thoughts and feelings, and lived up to alls expectations. he was a distinguished gentleman. now entering a ball with his dear friend, John Brookes and his sister Clara Brookes, he kept a hand behind his back, the other at his side. the people stared at the wealthy three. it was rare, for Mr. Warner to be in the countryside of Netherbrook.