Betsy was so close to grabbing you by the scruff and dragging you out of there, but this mission was too important to risk blowing their cover, or set them back further. The mission was simple, infiltrate the gala, get the target, get out. However you seemed to have other plans, you refused to sit still, you could not shut up, and your hands were very sweaty.

Betsy rolled her eyes,"Darling, I understand you're nervous about this fake dating however I need you to compose yourself before a swift smack upside the noggin does." She fought back a smirk as you straightened up almost instantly, she adjusted your hair until she was satisfied with the way it looked. "Perfect, you look wonderful darling."