Before you guys say anything like "Grell is a dude! stop saying she!" I want to start this out with the statement that while the creator has said nothing about Grell being Transgendered, and still refers to her as a he, Grell has stated that she is a woman multiple times. Therefore i consider her as such, and will refer to her that way. So in this story, Grell is a Transwoman. I simply ask that you respect that. (Such things will be discussed in the fic, and topics like dyshoria may be addressed.)

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Chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the large, crowd filled ballroom. Dresses of red, white, blue, green, black, twirled about the dance floor, along with rather dull black and white tuxedos or suits accompanying most of them.

While she adored galas, Grell wasn't having as much fun as she'd thought she would initially. Airy classical music could be heard throughout the entire room, and yet she had no one to dance with. Anne had invited her to go since Anne 'didn't have a date', so being the nice friend she was, she agreed. And when they arrived, she thought it would be quite a bit of fun.

Until Anne went off to dance with some bloke, that is.

Grell tapped her fingers on the table she sat at, occasionally taking a sip of her drink. Among rows of tables, she was the only one sitting there. Everyone else was dancing with their date.

And she didn't know many other people here, either. William and Ronald were two associates of hers, but both of them were with their partners. And she'd rather avoid dancing with William.

She glanced around, hoping to see at least one other person without a date. Even if she decided against asking to dance, or even just talking to them, at least she'd know she wasn't the only one.

While she hadn't seen any lonesome-looking people, she had spotted Anne, William and his partner, and an adorable couple of young teens—no older than fourteen, or at least that's what she assumed. And she could've sworn she'd seen them somewhere else…

"Milady?"

Startled, Grell whipped around to face the man standing behind her.

Oh no.

Of course, standing behind her had to be one of her greatest weaknesses.

A handsome butler.

He was absulotely beautiful. Black hair was lying perfectly, his eyes were a stunning red, and his tux was perfectly fitted, and perfectly clean, with a rose tucked in the pocket. Not a speck of dirt was to be found on the suit, either. And his smile. Butlers at these types of parties almost never smiled, but it delighted her when they did.

"Yes?" Her voice cracked as she said this, of course. There went the amazing first impression.

"May I get you something more to drink?" His voice was smooth and his words were annunciated; but it didn't sound forced. If Grell had to give a metaphor for the man's voice, she'd say it were like hearing the sight of wine being poured.

Speaking of wine… "Yes, thank you." She made sure to deliver her words gracefully, and made it a point to keep her eyes on his. It was a challenge, though. To keep your eyes on only one part of such a work of art seemed like a crime.

He nodded and took her glass, setting it on the tray he held with one hand.

"I'll be right back, my lady." With a slight bow, he headed back to the kitchens. His movements were even smoother than his words, without a stumble or even the slightest action out of place. No move was in vain, each serving a distinct, individual purpose. His movements were cat-like, Grell thought.

She watched as the butler disappeared behind the kitchen doors, and sighed. He was better looking than most people here, and he was a butler! The room was filled with millionaires, and even a few billionaires, whom people considered the handsomest, the prettiest, and the sexiest, and yet this butler took the title for all of the above – and more.

Although, it could be she was biased. She did have a weakness for butlers, and his eyes—red—her favorite color.

For a split second she thought of asking Anne who he was and if she thought he was as beautiful as Grell had thought, but then she realized, Anne was a magnet to anything red. So of course, she'd only look at his eyes and deem him the prettiest man on earth.

Before she knew it the butler was back with her wine, and sat it on the table in front of her. "I'm sorry if I'm coming on too strong, my lady, but what is a gorgeous woman like you doing here alone? With that beautiful dress of yours, you should be dancing!"

Grell felt her face heat up and her heart melt. Not only was he handsome, he was incredibly sweet, too. "My friend brought me and is off dancing with a date of hers, I'm afraid. But I'm alright here, thank you." She gave him a reassuring nod.

"Ah, I see. If you would like, I've been told I'm a wonderful dancer. Once again, I hope I'm not coming on to strong." He said with a chuckle.

Was he really asking her to dance? Right now? Be still her beating heart, this was her moment. "Oh, Not at all mister…?"

"Sebastian Michaelis at your service. And I'm afraid that I haven't seen you around before, and therefore don't know your name as I should."

"Grell Sutcliff." She smiled, pushing her spectacles up a bit. It was a habit she had caught from William, she recently realized.

"Oh! Yes! I've heard much about you from Madame Red, or as you most likely know her, Anne. You see, I'm the caretaker and butler of her nephew, Ciel Phantomhive. Lady Anne is my employer."

Hearing this, she nearly choked on air, but managed to hide her surprise by clearing her throat. "Yes, Anne is a good friend of mine. And I think I will take you up on that dance, Sebastian. But are you sure it's alright to take a break? I wouldn't want you to get in trouble."

"No, it's quite alright." He glanced at another, almost as handsome, grumpy looking butler that was across the room. "I have back up. And besides, everyone else is already dancing. Shall we?" he held his hand out to her.

She took his hand, and for the first time in her life felt embarrassed that her hands were rather big. And now that she thought about it, it was the first time she felt insecure of her deep voice or her, at least for a lady, defined muscles.

She shook it off, though. She wasn't going to let a man make her feel insecure.

She stood up, and smiled up at him. Maybe this night wouldn't be quite as boring as she initially thought.