Damon stepped oit of the carriage at the McAllister residence. Sweat began to bead at his temples from his nervousness. As he reached the door a butler stopped him, asking what to announce him as. Damon's heart began to pound loudly in her ears. He almost stumbled over the name his mother told his to reveal himself as. "Lord Damon Darkwood, sir." The butler hesitated for a mere second. "Ah Lord Darkwood. Please come in." He announced Damon's pseudo name loudly as he strolled down the stairs. He noticed that everyone was staring at him as well. 'Why did she tell me to say Darkwood? I feel more like the entertainment than a guest.' he thought bitterly.<br/>Damon entered the fray of people, feeling somewhat claustrophobic. People stood so close to one another that he could barely move. He pushed through as best as he could, receiving curses and dirty looks along the way. As he squeezed through one last couple, he stumbled and tripped right into a young woman. When he looked up and saw her face, he knew it was Lord McAllister's daughter.