“As if I could forget such a charming young lady.” The words felt almost as if they were a verbal shrug, despite the charm with which they were delivered, but he hoped to see a smile on her lips. When he had met her at the beginning of the evening he had thought she had a pretty smile. But he also much preferred Smiles and setting people at ease.

He led her to the dance floor, remembering the pretty blush that stained her cheeks. She was new to this, no seasoned debutante yet, and yet she didn't have the same je ne sais quoi of spring’s fresh debutantes. It was refreshing and made Jeremy curious.

As she settled into his arms he realized just how small she seemed, petite and nearly a head shorter than him. But he didn’t mind. It added to her charm. “I have.” He assented. “Your family has done a lovely job.” The theme was tasteful, and, thankfully, given the time of year it was, not Yule themed. “More importantly,” He started, his body moving through the one, two, three step of the waltz with a practiced ease, “Have you been enjoying yourself?” His blue eyes meeting her gaze with a sincere intent.