Steph found you to be enchanting. You were the epitome of the perfect debutante, and she was often off to the side, in the shadows, always making mistakes. As the heiress of Gotham, she knew she needed to find a husband and unfortunately for her, you were no man. Her days were spent reading and studying history and going to balls with her brothers. She hated the way society functioned, the push for her to find a husband was excruciating.

Steph stood off the side of the ballroom, watching you dance with a man, smiling at him like how she smiled at you. The blonde knew you were infatuated with this man, and the only thing on her mind was how she wished it was her in his place. Her eyes scanned around the ballroom, finding anyone to dance with, hoping to get her mind off of you. As the music to the next song began, she saw you walking towards you. The heiress panicked, before she sputtered out a greeting, "How are you finding yourself this lovely evening?"