Her Demon, His Demon, and the Story of Us - A Black Butler Fanfic

Tricking a Blueblood Bastard

We walked into the manor. I in front of Sebastian, pretending not to be amazed by all of the luxurious displays and elegant, beautiful people standing around.

"Who are you?" Sebastian said.

"Lady Caroline."

"Why are you here?"

"I am visiting my grandfather in London."

"Why are you at this party?"

I smiled slightly, "Because I overheard some fellow parliament members speaking about it and was curious."

"How did you secure your invitation?"

"My grandfather got one for me."

"Who am I?"

"My tutor, sent as an escort."

"Excellent. And what are you to do in the case of an emergency?"

"Meo- wait!" I shook my head back and forth quickly, "No. I will-"

"Welcome to the party, lady...?" We had reached the main doors to the ballroom. Outside stood a man holding his hand out, waiting for our invitation.

"This is my mistress, Lady Caroline Eliza Montagu Baillie. I am her tutor, Arnold Richards," Sebastian introduced us and passed the man a white letter containing our invitations. He checked over them quickly before passing them back.

"Welcome, Lady Caroline Baillie and Mr. Arnold Richards," the man announced into the main hall. Sebastian bowed his head in thanks as I strode forward, holding my head up high, daintily carrying my clutch with my fingertips. Sebastian nodded once, following behind me as we walked into the ballroom.

There were a lot of people here tonight. In the middle of the floor was a group performing a smooth waltz while a 16 piece orchestra played out some choice Chopin. Other people stood around the dancers, mingling and talking with one another. Along one of the walls, as Sebastian guessed, was a long buffet-style table with different fruit, vegetable, salad, meat, and dessert options.

"A drink for you, sir?" A waiter asked us, holding out a silver tray to Sebastian. On it were glasses of sparkling white wine.

I smiled, looking up at Sebastian.

He nodded and the waiter lifted his free hand, holding out one to Sebastian. My "tutor" took it and lifted it slightly in thanks before the waiter moved on to ask the next guests.

Sebastian turned to me then, "You know, it may have been smarter to wait until we got here to create your treat tonight."

I frowned, puzzled for a moment before catching on, "You may be right, but I still know he would be pleased with my efforts."

We continued on into the room, looking for the Viscount.

"Is there anyone here that you recognize, Mr. Richards?" I asked.

"So far as I can see, no. And I hope that I do not encounter anyone that I do. It may delay your pleasure here tonight, young mistress."

"Ahh!" a sudden exclamation came from behind us, "Your dress is so cute!" I saw Sebastian freeze, looking mildly panicked.

"There are so many lovely dresses here tonight! How cute!" The voice was young and feminine, and very cultured. A noble's daughter, I guess? By why's Sebastian acting this way?