Eliza had simply been doing what Evan had thought of earlier—looking for a suitably sized rose to pluck and use with her dress for the night.
She was contemplating either going with a red rose to match her dress, or a golden rose to match her hair, and it was during this contemplation period that she had taken off her hat, attempting to compare the shade of her golden blonde locks with that of the rose petals.
Suddenly, the blowing of the wind intensified and the cold winter breeze swirled some petals on the floor, turning them into a whirlpool that flew towards her eyes.
In an attempt to stop them, she had accidentally let go of her hat and it got carried with the wind, blown away to a rose arch a short distance from her.
Before Eliza used her magic to pick it up, someone who turned around the corner saw it and beat her to the punch.
He had dark-wine coloured hair and similarly coloured eyes, as well as an objectively handsome face.
