14 February, 1890 — this party
Ben wasn’t hoping for much with this party. Get some free drinks, maybe some food if what they were serving was any good, and try to avoid being reminded of Melody Finch, whose wedding was looming. Any day now, she’d been married — and forever inaccessible, if her somewhat archaic views on fidelity remained unchanged. She’d been out of his league forever, of course, so this really shouldn’t have changed anything — but somehow, it did. At least, he felt like it did.
The servant who’d taken his cloak had said something strange. Something that, if Ben was understanding him right, was meant to imply that the dance had been set up in such a way that there were lots of places to disappear to during the night — and very few chances of being seen. Why tell him that? Had his reputation preceded him, or did he just have a rakish look about him? Either way, he felt that he ought to be offended, but he honestly didn’t have the energy for it.
A little food and drink had lifted his spirits considerably, and he'd spend a fair bit of time dancing, chatting with friends and acquaintances, and indulging in a little casual flirting. He was just starting to think he might have some fun when he saw her. Ben averted his gaze, hoping she might not have noticed him yet. There was nothing to be gained from further conversation, he thought, particularly not at this stage. He didn’t want to cause a scene. She might even be here with her groom-to-be, and the last thing Ben wanted to do was make his acquaintance.

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