“Bruce, I must inquire, what has brought you to this gathering?” A feminine voice carrying a hint of playful surprise spoke up from behind him. Without skipping a beat or turning to face the familiar voice, Bruce replied, “Mademoiselle, vous parlez comme si nous nous étions déjà rencontrés…though I can assure you we have not. I happen to have quite the memory.” “Investigating another case amidst the ton so early into the season? You certainly don’t let the grass grow under your feet, do you?” “Is that what they say about me, here, in London? Hmm, I suppose if there is no rest for the wicked why should I rest either?” He had since turned around and noticed her eyes no doubt analyzing his attire and smirked with amusement, "Ich kenne diesen Look nur zu gut. Sag mir, habe ich heute Abend die falsche Kleidung angezogen?’ “My apologies, I seem to have been hasty in my judgment,” she continued, a certain sparkle seemed to twinkle in her eye, one of realization dawning. “Indeed, I notice now, you are a part of the season, a most delightful revelation, I must admit.” “Quite the astute one…hmm. As for my part in the season being delightful well, at least Father seems to think so. Perhaps I will indulge him in making your acquaintance, Miss…?”
@Jass ~ Albina