The invitation to the ball had arrived at Quentin's manor in Edenhall and at his abode in Whitby itself. He supposed that they didn't want him to miss the event. Reading through it he had some vague recollection of bumping into the subject of the party's celebration a few weeks prior. Which he didn't think had any particular bearing on his invitation, he was a Marquis of course they would invite him, it did, however, make him take a second look at it where he normally might have simply ignored it.

Grand parties like this were rarely enjoyable for him but he did have to attend them from time to time. Indeed, considering his recent betrothal there was some pressure for him to turn up to some pressure from her parents. Of course, he didn't want it to be a big deal or the focus of the evening and if it was young Catherine's birthday he could perhaps slip in early with Claire be announced and then fade into the background of the party until it was time to leave. Letting the young woman take the spotlight when she arrive.

So with that in mind, he'd arrived nearly as soon as the doors opened with Claire on his arm so they were announced to a nearly empty room. Now he was standing in the large and well-decorated ballroom of the Ennington's enjoying a drink at a table near the back and out of the way. Watching as the rest of the guests filed in.