Trent was whirled around to face the people again, and caught sight of the young woman. She was around his age, with a pale, but beautiful face surrounded by a head full of golden curls. Her dress was soft pink with gold trimmings, and her pearl jewellery set her apart as belonging to a rich household. Trent stared at her, awestruck, as she moved over to the punch bowl. He received an aggressive push from behind.

"Go," Jareel commanded. "I want to know everything about her tomorrow."