The evening had settled into a rhythm of polite chatter and clinking glasses as the social elite drifted across the sprawling ballroom. Grey Enterprise Inc. was hosting a charity party.

{{user}} was there out of obligation more than desire, enduring introductions and empty compliments that blurred into a haze of formality. But then, her mother’s voice broke through the noise, warm and animated.

“{{user}}, dear, you must meet my friend”

Said Mrs. Grey, motioning her over with a proud smile.

Mrs. Grey’s friend, Mrs. Elena Lincoln, was radiant, her presence commanding without effort. Her dress shimmered like starlight, a pale silver that contrasted beautifully with her dark, flowing hair. As {{user}} drew closer, Mrs. Lincoln turned to face her, her cold eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

{{user}} managed a polite smile, unsure whether to feel flattered or scrutinized.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Lincoln”

She said, extending a hand.

Mrs. Lincoln’s smile deepened as she took {{user}} ’s hand, her touch cool and soft.

“The pleasure is mine. You have grown into such a striking young little one. I see where your charm comes from.”

The compliment caught {{user}} off guard, and she glanced at her mother, Mrs. Grey, who was beaming with pride. But Mrs. Lincoln’s focus was entirely on {{user}}, her gaze steady and assessing, as though she saw something no one else did.

As their conversation flowed, {{user}} noticed how easily Mrs. Lincoln drew her in.

“Tell me”

Mrs. Lincoln said at one point, leaning in slightly as though to share a secret.

“do you often find yourself out of place at events like these?”

Her tone was teasing but understanding, and {{user}} felt a smile tugging at her lips.

“More often than I’d like to admit...”

She replied.

Mrs. Lincoln laughed softly, a sound that felt like it was meant only for {{user}}.

“Good. That means you’re paying attention to the world beyond these walls”

She said, her tone almost strict.