One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
Dalton [...] pulled it the rest of the way open and brushed past the intruder.
DALTON KNOWS WHO GRIFFIN IS, HE WOULD RECOGNIZE HIM.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
She forced a smile. “Hullo, Griffin.”
Griffin had fled the crowd to avoid interacting with Miss Lydia Astor-Prynn, a very determined young woman bent on landing herself a duke. The fact that he was only eighteen and had no intention of marrying for many more years seemed to have no effect on her.
In the Victorian times, which you're supposed to be in, she would be considered a spinster, thus her need to secure a marriage.