Somehow, the realisation only really hit him, when he heard the announcement of his father. He felt.... sick. This... this couldn't be happening! This... this wasn't the 18th century! Things like this shouldn't be happening anymore! His parents had never limited his life so why were they doing this to him?! And why did the Abercrombys even agree to it? His family was not blue blooded! Yes, they were very old money, but still. "This is quite a surprise", he managed to say and even give Mrs. Abercromby a smile. "I think Monet and I could use a private moment, don't you think?" Of course he saw the delighted glint in her eyes and thus, it the whole situation didn't seem like the escape it actually was. Taking Monet's arm, he basically dragged her towards one of the balconies, since the other had frozen up. Once they were in the fresh night air, he let go off her arm and walked into one of the corners. "Fuck!"