Amin was surprised when he made it through the crowd with ease, not hearing any whispers or noticing any stares at his presence. He made his way to the beverage table and snagged himself a glass of, well anything but champagne, and continued on his way after taking a sip. He needed to find a place to stay out of the way while he put together his plan.<br/><br/>That little plan was shattered though when he was bumped into by two women walking arm in arm. The older introduced herself as the eldest Bridgerton daughter, and her sister. He hadn't been expecting to run into the hosts and hostesses. "Amin Downing. Son of Earl Henry Downing and Countess Inaya Downing." He mentioned his parents as he wasn't sure they would know who he was otherwise. "Might I have the pleasure of dancing with the both of you?" He asked politely. He might be a little rusty, but he was sure once he got going he would get back into the rhythm of the dance. He kept his attention on the two young ladies in front of him, and didn't notice his mother passing not 10 feet away.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for him, his mother did notice him, and made her way to his side in an instant. "How lovely to see you girls! I hope my son has been remembering his manners." While there were many emotions vying for attention, Inaya schooled her features and acted polite and as if nothing was wrong. As soon as she was able, she would pull her son aside for a private discussion, that would include scoldings, hugs, and tears. She couldn't believe Amin was alive, but she would recognize her own son anywhere.