Lupus In Fabula

[Reeves]

The host let her go through the full length of introductions, remaining seated through it all before slowly rising to his feet with a few words along the way. "Ah, I see. Your "date" there has already spoken about you at great length. I assume you're the reason he pressured me into delaying this party?"

Whether or not Fiorella intended to answer this, the other gentleman in the all black suit beat her to it. "Can you blame me?" Even without a direct reference it was clear he was talking about how the woman looked. And having spoken, it was clear who this apparent stranger was, if the golden rose that dominated the knot of his tie hadn't already given it away. There was only one person willing to come to a party like this, yet brandish a symbol that directly insulted and challenged the elitist culture.

She was free to connect the dots however, and neither of the men present appeared to be in any rush.