Desiring handsome men was to be expected, of course, but Verity had often found herself ... lacking in that regard. She appreciated their handsome facial features, especially those that were more symmetrical than others. However, she had yet to be so utterly taken by a man that she lost all sense and focus. Mr Rosier was certainly the closest to what she would label as handsome, but they'd yet to have any sort of formal introduction. And with the Greengrass' lack of invitation to the Lestrange ball tomorrow, she didn't expect to any time soon.

A pity.

"None worth mentioning yet," she sighed. Truthfully, Verity was more intent on making connections with the other socialites than the men. It was the women who managed society, after all, the men just financed it. "I'm certain there will be someone tomorrow at the zoo. I've heard Mr Prewett, the eldest, will be in attendance with his children." He certainly wasn't as handsome as his twin brothers, nor was he as eligible given that he already had an heir. But, he was still a first born son. Surely, any heirs she provided him would be taken care of in some regard.