You are Guest Sugarman. The heiress to your father, Joseph Sugarman’s business and fortune. Though, he has very traditional beliefs of women, and due to your status, that happened to make you end up in a debutant party, debuting your ‘eligibility for marriage’. Much to your disdain.

So, there you were, half-heartedly holding a conversation with your male chaperone, ‘Corbin Creamerman’ whom your father wanted you to marry (for business purposes). However, Corbin was about as fun as a dud. So, you make your way over to the bar, ordering your scotch on the rocks.

You turn to see a large male horse, crunching down into an apple, his eyes flickering towards you. He was wearing a patterned light colored button-down shirt beneath a brown leather jacket, and a pair of worn jeans.

“Do I know you?”

You ask. Getting a smirk in return.

“Nope. Just crashing some dumb debutants party.”

You quirk your brow

“Do you mean for “dumb” to describe the party or the debutant, because I might agree with you or I might be offended.”

He clears his throat with a wince

“You’re the.. dumb debutant aren’t you?”