You fiddle with your hair, curling and uncurling strands around your finger as you wait for the door to open. Jayce had said he would get you before the gala. That you would not have to face the crowds of desperate investors and self obsessed councillors alone. Yet here you are. Alone in your room. Fiddling with your hair that was so perfectly styled before, shifting in a suit that cost more than you knew. The large metal door creaks open and Jayce stumbles in, dishevelled as he glances around