A grandeur meeting of the grandest proportions - no, not really.

Set up by a family friend, this little party was simply an opening of sorts to a new brewery, and the only reason Loraina would even consider going to such a place was because of her father's request. As for her esteemed guest? Well, she didn't want to bring a date along, especially if the media somehow got themselves involved. Thus, someone she'd gotten along with well enough the few times she'd seen the person.

The interior decors of the shop was fairly impressive, taking on a twist of a modern Greek theme, which was possibly an homage to the man's ancestry. Paintings of the Olympian Gods decorated the white marble walls which were in turn lined with golden laurel wreaths. Glass cases harbored all the extravagant wines that were placed on display, each with their own names and bits of information engraved onto a metal plating that was melded into a corner of the case itself. Of course, there were people too. Fancily dressed, holding their respective wine glasses like the rich snobs that they were.

Amongst all of them, one stood out in particular - and that individual was obviously Loraina with her pink hair and all. With the arrival of her invited companion though, one was added to the fray, and she simply couldn't be happier to share the spotlight even if she were certain most in attendance would've liked to ask for her hand in marriage instead of anyone else's. One could only tolerate saying the same things so many times, after all.

"Leila!" Truth be told, the only reason the fashion expert had been invited to this soiree was because of how foreign Loraina was to this country. Most of her life had been spent in a whole different country, among a whole different culture, and this woman had been one of the only individuals she had pre-emptively met, either from previous visits to this particular city or by their dealings in the past. Don't get her wrong, she admired Leila's work and often spent hours browsing through any available catalogs that her store's seasonal lineups released, and to the point where they've been acquaintances ever since some of the more.. sultry custom orders were made, but by no means would they be considered 'friends' as of now.

Perhaps it was time to mend that void.

"You have no idea how relieved-.. er, glad I am that you've come." Most women were incapable of walking in high heels, let alone sprinting across the room with relative grace and ease to the other side in the gust of a wind. Combine that with the fact that she was donning a simple and short white sundress and a sunhat, her attire seemed to scream out how little she cared for the party, and that if it wasn't for the wine, she'd rather be anywhere else on this fine afternoon. "Elegantly dressed as always, but I suppose it is kind of what you're known for."

At this point in time, the host was busy greeting other fellow partygoers, and she'd hate to interrupt his flow by introducing him to her fine companion. So, she did the next best thing - guide her toward the refreshments, which was packed full of half-filled wine glasses and little information cards slipped underneath each, cleverly serving as a drinks tray of sorts while also providing readers with a semblance of what they could expect before actually tasting it.

"As good as the wine can be, this little event can feel like a bit of a drag. Quite unfortunate, what with the atmosphere being somewhat pleasant and all." Naturally, these words were only spoken once they've started engaging in a more private conversation. Loraina was wary of her volume, and kept it down to avoid any unwanted stares from the people around her. Besides, having someone to talk to like this, it gave off a vibe that she was busy mingling around and therefore, should not be interrupted unless those persons were utterly rude and lacked decency.

CODED BY REM OF WW