Finch gave the girl a small nod when she introduced herself. He knew that arguing with her about whose fault it was for their collision was futile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Beckham. My name is Finch Ridlington.” He introduced himself. There was something different about this girl, something curious, but Finch couldn’t put a finger on what it was until she mentioned her name. He’d heard the ton talking about Bridget Beckham before but never understood why they couldn’t just leave the poor girl alone. “Might I add that you look quite beautiful tonight.” He added, having finally taken in the entirety of Bridget’s appearance.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dorothea, his older sister, gesturing for him to hurry it along and he knew immediately what she meant. They were at a ball and even though it was Juliet’s debut, Finch was still searching for a wife himself and he knew it was only a matter of time before his mother inserted herself into Finch’s search, even though he had reassured her that he was capable of finding himself a girl that met her standards himself.
“While I have you here, my lady,” He started, centring himself in front of her in an attempt to seem more sure of himself and to shift from their accidental collision to a proper invitation. “Would you do me the honour of having this dance?” He asked her, extending his hand but waiting for her to answer before he made any attempt to touch her.
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