“The Honorable Percival Beaumont, accompanied by his fiancée, Lady Anon,” the announcer declared. Percy, arm in arm with his fiancée, began their descent down the grand staircase. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear as they entered the elegant ballroom. He recalled their first dance, his affection evident. They moved through the crowd, exchanging polite greetings. He stole a tender kiss on her temple before asking, “May I have this dance?”