"Oh yes," Octavia Rose chimed, smiling up at the man as he caught her attention. It wasn't hard to identify him once she'd looked up. She wasn't graceless after all. Who would go to an event - especially something of this kind without being able to know the faces of their host? "Though please don't ask me to sing, Mr. Daphnel, or else I'm afraid I might hurt your ears. I'm far better with instruments." A very much true statement. She'd long since given up singing to guests years before. Besides, like she said, why would she sing if she had something that she could do that wouldn't scare suitors away?

"What about you, do you sing or play?" Okay she might recognize him, but she knew next to nothing about him other than he was likely someone her mother would deem suitable.