Alvin wasn't sure if he had misunderstood, but it seemed like she had meant something else anyway. He shrugged, "I think I get it." Not blending, but more tangentially in focus than the subject of everyone's attention. Like the middle ground of a painting where there was some detail, but it wasn't where everyone's eye was automatically drawn and also not so far in the back that it was mostly for show. He couldn't really imagine the pressure young debutantes were under. Having not yet reached an age where he was expected to marry (though it was quickly approaching) there wasn't quite as many expectations placed up him by anyone other than himself. Alvin had started making the right moves toward that next chapter of his life, but it was mostly still in the planning stages.

"I'm sure the season will provide you with plenty of opportunities to figure out what works best for you." Her enthusiasm alone was credit enough; he was still leery about the whole thing and he knew he had a lot of chaperoning in his future for the rest of the summer.