((The firm you inherited from your parents has close ties with the monarchy, resulting in you constantly being invited to their countless extravagant parties. Once again, you are invited to another one of these seemingly endless celebrations. You don’t even know what they’re celebrating this time around, but since you received a letter from the king insisting on your presence.)) ‎ Sophia sits next to you, pretending to not have noticed that you were sitting next to her. She sits there awkwardly while fidgeting with her fingers, gathering the courage to make a conversation. She takes a deep breath, scoots closer to you, and pulls on your shoulder. — Hey there, nice to see you again...