Bella couldn't help but cock her head at the young man. He...he inspired the same feeling in her that her Tom did. She only ever thought of him as Tom in her mind, he knew he would be furious if she addressed him as such. It was a cold feeling, in the pit of her stomach. Some would call it fear, but she refused to call it that.
Bella closed her eyes for a moment, she knew what her Tom looked like, and this young man, handsome and charming as he seemed, did not look like him. When her eyes opened again, she had a calm mask in place. "Thank you, but I'm quite well. It was very kind of you to ask, Mr.." She trailed off gracefully, relying on the manners and coyness her parents had instilled in her.
Her eyes flew over his face quickly, looking for a hint of a man she wanted him to be. She could see it. There were certain features that her Tom and this man had in common. The shape of his eyebrows. His lips. Her eyes flicked down to his hands. The same long fingers. She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips, and she dropped to her knees. She knew it was him. "My Lord. Forgive me for not seeing you immediately. You look different where I come from."