Eloise hated society. She hated the season. She hated the marriage mart. And more than anything Eloise hated being carted around by her mother as though she was a piece of meat. Eloise was certain she had met nearly every eligible lord in the ton. They had all smiled and bowed politely but then excused themselves once Eloise opened her mouth.

That is until Lady Danbury showed up, towing a young man behind her. You looked vaguely familiar and the longer she stared the more she recognized you. Her mother immediately gasped, grasping your arm. "I had no idea you returned from Paris! It's been a few years, huh? How are you?" Lady Bridgerton exclaimed.

You looked even more miserable than Eloise as if you had been dragged here by the tails of your coat. Not to mention uncomfortable as you continually pulled at your shirt collar.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Eloise asked suspiciously.