Celeste zoned out into her own little world, until she was interrupted by a certain boy in what seemed like a panda cap. He didn't seem that fazed by her entourage of big men in suits, so this boy was either incredibly brave, or a complete moron. Whichever one it happened to be, there was a high chance that he was going to end up boring Celeste. Majority of the population did, so why would he?

Well, she would grant his request of a photo. While she didn't exactly care about what others thought about her, nor did she care for this plebeian, she had to at least act like it. She cared enough for her father's image, as without him, she would be in a lot of trouble.

" Of course! And I'd like to compliment your cosplay, but I don't have a reference, sorry about that. Hopefully, if we meet again, I'll know exactly who you are, so I can properly give you the comment you deserve. "

Uugghh, she hated speaking so formally, but it was part of her image. Maybe if she didn't have her entourage with her, but she did need them to carry her bags. She doubted it was possible for any one person to carry the amount of bags, no matter how strong they were.

Celeste smiled for the camera, and clapped her hands together as if she was praying. She just wished that there wouldn't be any flash. . .