"Behold, a Lady, whose hair is long and curled, whose face is powdered, and who is completely unrecognizable." He trys to contain his laughter with a snort as he examines me.

"I'm sure Lord whats-his-face will really jump at the opportunity to seperate and corner you like an unfortuante cow.

I look sideways at my brother.

"I'm overjoyed that you think cow is a suitable description. And I think that was the point. At least that was Mother's intentions for me." I frown at Aaden. 

"Personally, I'm not very fond of Lord whats-his-face."

"To be fair, you aren't very fond of anyone." 

"Maybe. Perhaps I just don't feel very agreeable towards nonsensical idiots who stumble on their words and prefer unintelligent hobbies such as gambling to ones that boost their intelligence rather than their ego."

Aaden's ocean eyes glimmer with amusement.

"I can't wait to see the tortured expression on your face tonight. A book in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other." His smile makes my room even brighter, and I want to wipe the dimples off of his face, instead I can't help but smile back at him. I know that he would be there to save me from Lord Nixxam should the need arise. Unlike my mother, who would prefer to get me out of the house sooner rather than later, even if it was a pig of a man who got the deed done.

"You know that Mother would never allow whisky to me."

"Then you'll just have to get drunk off of the champagne before his lovely voice reaches your ears."