You and Vi had crossed paths before once when she was hanging around Piltover. You both became good friends and although you weren’t allowed near the bridge, a rule set by you narrow-minded parents, she did whatever she could to see you. Sometimes she even left little gifts at your window, which were usually things she made like pasta noodle jewelry. Still though, you cherished everything she gave you and you would make little gifts to give back.

Tonight, you were getting unready after going to another cocktail party with your parents. Even though you weren’t drinking, your parents had dragged you along to show you off as their heir. You were struggling to get out of your tight corset when you heard a knock on your window. You turned around to see it was your pink-haired best friend waving and smiling at you like a fool.