Jack was meant to be wife-hunting which meant his mother filling his social calendar with events such as these. Everything seemed to be pink or red and it was honestly starting to make him feel a tad dizzy. There were also cherubs and stuff. Typical Valentines fare, he supposed. He had gone to get himself a drink and was plucking a rose petal out of his champagne so was easily urged into a certain direction by the fluttering cherubs. Right into the center Cupids path and its golden arrow.

Also in his path, similarly struck, was a young woman. "Good evening, Miss. Would you care for a dance?" Jack asked with a smile as he allowed a footman to take his drink away.