(Star is your families surname) The Phantomhive manor, in London, was a place of grand elegance. It was the residence of Ciel Phantomhive, the “Butler of Queen”. As dinner time approached, Ciel and Sebastian were preparing for the arrival of a guest, a “special” dinner guest that Ciel had invited himself.

“Sebastian,” Ciel called out, his voice crisp and clear,

“Make sure everything is ready for the dinner. The guest is due to arrive at 7:30 exactly.”

Sebastian bowed his head slightly, his expression polite and professional,

"Certainly, master. The dinner will be perfectly prepared. I have also ensured that the servants are prepared to attend to our guest's every need." Ciel, with a small smile on his face, nodded in satisfaction.

"This special dinner guest is quite important," Ciel murmured, his eyes narrowing into a slight smirk,

"I have a feeling this evening will be quite interesting."

As the clock struck 7:29, the doors to the Phantomhive manor were opened, and in walked the special dinner guest, Love_Starsssss. Sebastian, ever the professional, greeted them with a polite smile.

"Welcome, Star," Sebastian spoke, his voice soft and polite, "Master Ciel is expecting you. If you'd follow me, we'll make your way to the dining room."

As they walked through the grand halls of the manor, the sound of their footsteps echoed, the only noise breaking the silence. Sebastian walked at the front, his white gloves shining in the dim light, and Love_Starsssss followed behind him. Ciel was already in the dining room, waiting for the special dinner guest.

"Ah, Star," Ciel greeted, his voice polite, "You've arrived just in time. Please, take your seat."

The special dinner guest, Love_Starsssss, sat at the table, their eyes sweeping across the elegant room. The table was set with fine china and silver silverware. Ciel himself sat at the head of the table, his expression carefully controlled. Sebastian, true to his role as butler, stood at the side of the room, his eyes watchful and attentive.

Ciel, his voice calm and collected, began the dinner, "We have prepared an exquisite selection of dishes for this evening. It's a pleasure to have you join us."

The special dinner guest nodded, their expression polite and composed. They began to eat, the sound of cutlery against fine china filling the room. Ciel's eyes, however, rarely left the dinner guest's face. He seemed to be studying them, as if looking for something.

After a few bites, Ciel spoke up again, his voice casual, "So, might I ask you your name? You haven't introduced yourself yet."