Though he would never admit it, Amin missed the ~drama~ of the ton. So many more important things to worry about, such as how the working class was fairing, possible wars or droughts or famines, and yet the nobility was concerned with appearances. One itty-bitty rumor had the power to destroy one's social standing completely. He had missed it. Watching them dodge scandals and claw their way further up the social ladder. It wasn't nearly as fun getting the information secondhand. So he decided to reemerge into that vicious circle of whispers and stares.<br/><br/>Amin dressed carefully, checking his appearance in the mirror to ensure that he looked like the son of an Earl that he was. He was well aware that his reentrance to society and the land of the living meant resuming the expectations placed on him as the eldest son, and that he would be expected to be married by the end of the season. And that his family would be upset, but they would ultimately welcome him back with open arms. He missed them, and his freedom wasn't worth being away from them any longer.<br/><br/>He had money saved up, and he used it to rent a carriage to take him to the Bridgerton's. While he didn't exactly have an invitation, he was sure that his family had been invited, and himself too by extension. As he rode toward his destination, doubts swept over him. Maybe this wasn't the best way for people to learn he was still alive. Before he could change his mind, the carriage had pulled up in front of the doors, and he had no choice but to enter the ball. He could only hope that he could slip through unnoticed until he'd gotten himself a drink to help steady him.