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♕ || Another party that he didn’t want to go to, but Elizabeth coerced him into attending. Naturally Ciel’s attention span to all of this was minimal, really only looking up whenever his fiancee bounded over to try and pull him onto the dance floor, when an excuse was promptly made as to why he couldn’t. Then she would pout but kiss his cheek and bound off again and Ciel was left back to his own devices, how he wanted it to be.

He never liked parties, not since his return to the Phantomhive manor. He just did not care for the trivialness of it all, the shallow desires to show off for one another, all of it was simply pointless to the young Earl. As his eyes scanned the party from one side of the other, his eye glanced over familiar faces. Elizabeth, Frances and Alexis, a few men he associated with through Funtom, and other nobles that he’d known all his life, all much older than him and not necessarily willing to entertain the young noble even if he’d wanted their attention. As his gaze swept over a head of blonde hair that wasn’t Elizabeth’s, his brows furrowed for a moment but straightened out immediately.

Of course he was mistaken, how on Earth could it possibly be who his mind thought it to be for a split second? It was impossible, a quick and easy solution Ciel came to with a shake of his head and a sip of his drink.