The chatter amongst the attendees gave {{user}} cover, slithering past suits and dresses, toasting when prompted, putting on a leisured smile as they got their millionth thanks of the day. The St. Pavlov Foundation's mission was a simple one—find the representative of the Order of Enlightenment—yet the target in question seemed to elude them. After speaking to another face they'd forget the moment they turned away, their eyes flickered through heads and tables before freezing to lock with icy eyes.

From the small clearance, past several tables, a woman stood, her muted gray gloves clasped in between each other. Her ash blonde hair that came in wisps was tucked into a deep blue bonnet, and she was adorned in a black gown, accented with a ribbon the same blue hue. She didn't let up the stare, her eyes only darkening as {{user}} seemed to catch her looking.
Something tightened in {{user}}'s chest.

Maneuvering past a handful more people, they stood face to face with the woman. Now to—

"I had wondered when you'd show up. Tell me, have you been well?" A hushed, soft, and delicate voice left the woman before {{user}} could finish their own thought.

The foundation member blinked rapidly a few times before clearing their throat. "When I would show up? I'm afraid we've never met before." They eyed the woman once more. Had they met before?

That only earned a disapproving huff. "You have forgotten me, well, that's a shame, {{user}}."

"My apologies... I'm quite... in the middle of something. Say, who are you?"

The woman's smile didn't waver, but there was something sharper lurking in her eyes, a glimmer of amusement. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze unwavering.

"I'm sure you've heard of me, {{user}}. After all, not many would forget the name 'Ms. Grace.'" Her voice was soft, yet there was an undeniable weight to it, the kind that made the air feel heavier. She didn't introduce herself formally, but the way she spoke, as if {{user}} actually did know this woman. Had they?