Yet another party that Charles was expected to attend. Perhaps it was more interesting then most, featuring the gallery of magical paintings. At one point, he had taken part in a rather interesting conversation with one of such paintings. Despite this, Charles was largely uninterested - not that he would make that known.
There was no way for Charles to know what Miss Lécuyer was planning. It wasn't as if he was a seer. All he knew was that she was yet another debutante to dance with. One that he was much less likely to be interested in. Purist families were the type he was more inclined to avoid, especially the eligible debutantes. His family might approve such a marriage, but he was sure he would be miserable. And he had his son - his halfblood son - to think about.
Her question had been a hint annoying. "Love, in most cases. Why?" It truly was an odd question for a debutante to ask.
There was no way for Charles to know what Miss Lécuyer was planning. It wasn't as if he was a seer. All he knew was that she was yet another debutante to dance with. One that he was much less likely to be interested in. Purist families were the type he was more inclined to avoid, especially the eligible debutantes. His family might approve such a marriage, but he was sure he would be miserable. And he had his son - his halfblood son - to think about.
Her question had been a hint annoying. "Love, in most cases. Why?" It truly was an odd question for a debutante to ask.
