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Isobel waited as the party approached unable to ignore the look of glee in Lord Rowley's eyes, the man really was an odius toad, he sped up at the sight of her forcing those with him to quicken their pace as well. After all it would not do for Lord Rowley to appear to not want to spend time in their company. Isobel tore her gaze from the repellant man to cast her eyes over the rest of the group realising as she did so that she was not familiar with those accompnied Lord Rowley. A tall man fairly attractive walked beside the Lord and could not have appeared more different to the rotund red cheeked lord. The tall man was thin and his skin was a healthy hue rather than overly bright. He smiled in greeting when the party stopped to acknowledge her as was proper. She curtsied as they stopped and then stood again waiting for them to introduce themselves to her. It galled her to have to wait for an introduction before being able to converse properly. It seemed an overly boorish tradition and one that was old fashioned in the extreme but no one was willing to hear the opinion of a young lady. Ladies were meant to smile prettily and sing beautifully, not debate about society and politics.

"Ah there you are miss marwick." Lord Rowley said smiling, his tone hinting at a familiarity that made Isobel bristle with indignation. She would not have it rumoured that she and the lord were well aquainted.
"Good evening Lord Rowley." Isobel responded coolly.
She listened and smiled politely as the others introduced themselves but in all honesty did not pay as much attention as perhaps she should have. Her mind was elsewhere thinking of a certain man she had just been alone with. She had already sensed that the man definitly had the potential to be dangerous and yet she could not remove him from her thoughts. She hoped fervantly, despite her her earlier misgivings, that she had not seen the last of him. Even if nothing could come of it she thought he would at least ease the unending tedium she felt during her come out. It was supposed to be an exciting time for a young debutante but Isobel had never been able to muster much enthusiasm. The thought that she was simply trying to attract a husband for her to become a possession of struck her as abhorant and not something to yearn or strive for.

It was as they begun strolling down the path again and were approaching an intersection when she spotted the man step out from the secluded path. Her heart jumped as she saw it was Damien Roskin the very man so present in her thoughts. She could not help but look at him and wondered if the wry smile on his lips was at her or at her company. The party slowed as it reached the newcomer and she saw the tall man smile broadly and she surmised that they were already aquainted. lord Rowley chose that moment to sidle up next to her and place her hand on his arm in a very forward and possessive manner. Isobel froze partly in anger and partly in fear as she was unsure how to get him to leave her be without causing a scandal. She realised she would just have to bear it even if it was improper as she had not asked not given permission for him to touch her. She plastered a fixed smile on her face and waited to be formally introduced to the man she had already met.