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Cas had come into the dinning room entirely intending to participate. Or at least, participate to the best of his abilities, which were admittedly, not terribly high. Still, for the first time since coming to Russia it wouldn’t be a lie to tell anyone he was a butler, and that wasn’t something he could pass up. Walking the room, flask from his breast pocket in hand, he didn’t spot Emma. Shame, he’d been hoping to use the scenario to mess with her, and maybe even consummate their ‘marriage’.
He could have looked for the other names on his card, but instead a familiar brunette caught his attention and he waltzed over to her. “A pleasure, Mrs? Rum Baba.” The prefix caught his attention and he couldn’t help but grin about it. “Looks like I was too late, someone already put a ring on that finger.” The comment was out of character, but he couldn’t help himself.