There were so many interesting, attractive young people swarming the hall that Mariella felt she could allow herself a moment or so of enjoyment. Certainly as she glanced across the hall one young woman caught her eye. Of a good family it would seem, if her clothes and hair where to judged. Certainly a young woman whom Mariella wished to know the name of. She crossed the room, a wide smile on her face.
“I’m afraid I don’t often have a chance to come to these sorts of events. I don’t suppose you would be kind enough to talk to me until the rest of my family arrives, would you?” She asked quietly, knowing it would be hard for anyone in this polite society to refuse her. “I am Mariella Rumianova”