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So here we are, still at the Conservatory ball, but at least we've moved to Eddie's POV. Huzzah!
“Well?” Helena prompts, gesturing toward the crowd. “Well what?” He asks, mostly to irritate her. He knows what she’s after. She wants him to get out of his own head, lock eyes with someone and fall to his knees, proposal at the ready. Perhaps not that exactly, but it doesn’t seem like an unreasonable assumption. What she does next turns out to be so much worse. “You should have plenty of options, Eddito. After all–” Helena raises her voice, making sure everyone in a twenty foot radius can hear her. “This is the season the Viscount intends to find a wife.” Suddenly conversations are halted and heads are turning to look at him from every direction. His pulse picks up and the air becomes thin, making it harder to breathe. Spots begin dancing around the edges of his vision, his fingertips tingling, as a gaggle of predatory debutantes dressed in lace and jewels begin flocking towards him. “You really just did that?” He grits out. His mother answers with a tone that could only be described as self-satisfied and smug. “I believe I did.”