"Well, you always get to know her family members and any friends she might have. It might give you an idea of what she might be like outside the ballroom. Or you could even look closer to home. Do any of your friends have sisters? Or what about Melvin or Oscar. They are bound to know some of the girls in their years and close. And I know mine." She shrugged, looking over to her book again before resorting to a spoonful of her porridge.

She frowned and shrugged, unsure exactly what her brother wanted from her. He was asing her of all people. If she knew the secret to finding a perfect partner, she would still be sitting in her childhood home with three failed season behind her? It was a miracle her mother hadn't shipped her off to be betrothed to some distant cousin who'd never met her and didn't know what a failure she was.

"At the very least, it should be easy enough to find someone you tolerate. There are plenty of girls out there." Maybe he could set his standards high and take out one of those big named debutantes and maybe then she'd look a bit more appealing.