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Before Mello could respond, another family stepped forward. The father, a distinguished-looking man with silver hair, spoke first.

"Mr. Mello," he said, his voice rich and commanding, "I am Lord Carrington. Allow me to present my daughter, Lady Isabella. She is a woman of grace and intelligence, and it would be an honor to see her united with someone of your stature."

Mello nodded politely, about to respond when another voice cut in.

"Mr. Mello," interrupted another man, stepping forward with his daughter. "I am Baron Rutherford. My daughter, Helena, is not only beautiful but also skilled in diplomacy and business. I believe she would make a perfect partner for you."

Before Mello could speak, a third family approached. The matriarch of the family, dressed in an elegant gown, held her daughter's hand firmly.

"Mr. Mello," she began, her voice dripping with aristocratic elegance, "I am Duchess Moreau, and this is my daughter, Genevieve. She has been raised with the finest education and