Matthew Townsend was an anomaly.

In a world of rakes attempting to keep a facade of chivalry and morality, he was a true gentleman. He was rather shy, more of a youth than a man. He wasn't exactly new to high society, but he didn't know how to fit into this new class of people. He had been acquainted with the Bridgertons and the Featheringtons, and he felt more homesick than ever.

He didn't find balls in the least bit entertaining, and even less so now that young women were trying to romance him at every turn. But there he was, in his dark blue suit with his hair combed, desperately trying to avoid everyone.

He slowly crept down the corridor, finding his way into a silent, dimly lit room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he shut the door behind him, truly believing himself to be alone.

He obviously didn't see you in the corner.