The Maitland's were throwing another party, and the press was just drooling for a little peek —Mr. Chatterbox, to be more specific.

You weren't a “party” man, but more of a gentleman, who would bury your nose in books all day. Until one of your friends convinced you to go out a bit and have some “proper fun,” as she would say, it seemed like a close friend of hers was the gathering's host.

The place was extravagant, from the fine wine to the expensive mansion itself, and god—such a big change of ambience for you!

People could already find Miles in the dancefloor, he was known for being the life of the party at his mother's events. The young man waved at you in interest before you waved back awkwardly. So that's the one Agatha wanted you to meet?

“Oh, come here, darling, you must be looking for Agatha, she told me a lot about you. I'm Miles.” He smiled, fond of your quiet nature.