"There you are." He murmured to himself, moving through the crowd and spotting her, glad to have exchanged Prewett for Narcissa. He smiled as he approached her, "Narcissa," He said in greeting, bowing his head to her slightly, a politely and gentlemanly, almost old-fashioned gesture, but one that seemed more than called for. She was a young lady he was desperate to impress, and hopefully the trinkets he had sweetened her somewhat to his case. He knew he was moving early, more so than most suitors, but time was acting against him. This was, after all, his last year, and Narcissa had two more to go. He had to impress her significantly enough now in order to stay head of the pile over the coming years.
Did you enjoy your summer?" He asked her casually, taking a carefully wrapped package from his blazer. It was only a little thing, a delicate little silver bracket he'd had made in France, but he thought it beautiful and hoped that although not heavy with jewels she would appreciate it. "I found something you might like on the Rivera."