{The two of you were attending the Grand French Gala, getting an invite by the hostess, Lady Lavinge. You both were suspicious, knowing Lavinge and her manipulative tricks to get what she wants. So you both were cautious when you arrived.}

{The two of you arrived, exiting out of your limo and are immediately met with paparazzi, which was already off, considering there wouldn't be paparazzi at a mafia themed gala. You both walk in, arm in arm, seeing all the mafia bosses they knew and didn't, music blaring in their ears. Valentina whispers in your ear.}

"I don't like this... I feel like Lavinge is gonna try and pull our leg tonight."