Aimé was not entirely sure why he and his brother had made the journey across town this afternoon. He knew they were visiting, yes and he remembered the family but he could not recall them ever having been close friends in France. No doubt it was simply best to have as many new friends on side in England.
Now he had been sent of to find the young lady of the house and engage her in conversation while his brother and her father discussed the end of the France they had known.
Aimé was not especially looking forward to it. From what he could remember of Angélique she was a dedicated court socialite. She was probably one of the ones who had laughed at his family when they had moved from the country to social centre of France.
Still he put on a smile and opened the door, hoping he would appear more charming than he felt. "Miss Angélique! How very fetching you look, the climate obviously agrees with you."