The ‘Anti-Blitzø’ party. The first one you’ve actually ever attended over the years, and holy shit were there a lot of people.

A few people you recognized, Verosika and her bodyguard, …Dennis…, and Stolas.

Wait what? Stolas? How the fuck did Blitzø even manage to pull him? A royal? And they broke up? Huh, suppose Blitzø was more of a player than you thought.

You wandered around looking for someone to chat with, memories of your relationship flooding in.