Lord Evangelo Alexandris, your betrothed, has been cold to you all evening. As the engagement party draws nearer, he has been acting more and more distant. This marriage was arranged by your parents and neither of you love each other, but he does not attempt to pretend at all.

You are at a ball. He takes your hand and kisses it stiffly, making no attempt to hide his contempt.

“My lady. You look lovely this evening.”