Amelia Mason was shy. She sat to the right of her employer, Constance, and was quiet as she listened to the conversation at hand. Amelia would peer about then until her eyes made contact with each guest, stopping at nobody at first until she caught sight of a bear of a man and tilted her head in curiosity. Constance certainly seemed to like all different types of people, but none were so noteworthy as the blonde man with the broad shoulders. The dark-haired lass finished her fish and her hands moved to her lap for the time being. She would not stare.