He stood outside the entrance wearing a blue coat with a black waist coat and black breeches.
His brother had called it 'sombre colours', but anything brighter would have blinded him.
His father was inside with some of the older guests that had already arrived, while Friedrich entertained a group of his acquaintances at the door.
And he was left alone.
"Theodore?"
He turned around.
"Have you seen my betrothed, anywhere? Some guests are asking after her… and I have some people I want her to meet."
Speaking of which, even Candace was yet to grace the ball.
He was certain that she would wear something that would greatly inspire the writer of the daily newspaper.
"I have been standing here as long as you have. How do you expect me to know?"
Friedrich leaned closer and whispered above the din of the harp coming from within, "You stay across the hall from her, so I would naturally ask if you came across her before coming here."
Then someone beckoned for Friedrich to go to him.
