*Tristan*

Or at least it would feel as though it was going on forever, I muse while my valet assists me as much as possible into my formal attire. I button the blue silk brocade waistcoat myself, because the dexterity required is beyond Bateman’s skills. When finished, I slip my arms into the black swallowtail coat that my man holds up for me.

“Can’t remember the last time you dressed so formally”. Bateman says, masterfully brushing the lint off the jacket.

I wish I wasn't wearing it now. I do not know what had possessed me to tell Eve that I would take her to the damned ball.

I had...