Hesitating at the drawing-room door, a deep breath was taken. Anxiety hit Esme knowing any moment she would set eyes on Christian. This moment she’s dreaded and welcomed in equal measure, and forcing a smile, a glance given to the patient doorman, Esme stepped into the room. Glad to have patiently waited for the dress maid, Esme was confident she was looking her best. Now as she ambled through the assembled guests, Esme tried not to make it obvious she was looking out for Christian. She is, though, discreet glances here and there, followed by a flick of her fan. She spotted him - there he is. Esme stopped. Christian’s gaze on her.