The opera was thus far the most enjoyable evening she had had since reentering society. Verity possessed a lifelong affection for music — specifically complex instrumental arrangements. She had little patience for singers, likely because it was a talent she failed at herself, but nevertheless could still appreciate their value at times. Tonight was no exception. Verity watched in awe as the musicians played, stepping away only as Mother sought to retrieve some refreshments.

Her plate had only a single bite on it when the warning came, causing Verity to immediately regret picking it up at all. If the fish wasn't fresh, then what was skimped upon? "Musicians, indeed," she answered as she spared the table one last glance and turned to the man. "I appreciate the warning, Mister ..." For how well dressed he was, he had to be wealthy, though why she didn't instantly recognize him as she did the many other bachelors she didn't know.