Formal events were never your thing.

Just the thought of leaving your mannor irked you. And for business matters? Why couldn't it be father who did it, or one of his colleagues! There was never anything interesting here, just boring old men and their boring—

oh?

As you tilt your head to the side, you catch the lingering gaze of a tall, red haired man. His hard gaze meets yours, and his eyes immediately dart away, probably ashamed of being caught.

How interesting.