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[url=https://i.imgur.io/58dCqOr_d.webp?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium]Derby-King Outfit[/url][/center]
[Color=salmon][b]Time:[/b][/color]1 p.m.
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] Race Track
[Color=salmon][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] Hat Contest Contestants!
[Color=salmon][b]Mention:[/b][/color][hr] Ruby Davis, Crystal Damien, General Lyra Carris
[I]1 p.m.[/I]

Lorenzo had scanned the crowd in front of him, giving every single bombastic hat a few seconds of his attention. Unlike the horse race, this competition would be judged by him and only him. Considering the duke's judgment, especially under the influence of the contents of his flask, this would surely be interesting. Size, color, style, and creativity were all players in this game, and by the gods did nearly every hat have combinations of all. 

[Color=salmon]“Psst. Kier, I think I may have narrowed it down to a few,”[/color] Lorenzo chuckled as he scratched his chin. [Color=salmon]“Our beloved Crystal. She is simply flaunting her favorite color in a hat that is both large and beautiful. Ooh, I can't be biased Kier. I can't. Then there's General Carris almost clashing against Crystal's. Passionate crimson flowers nested in black feathers and matching ribbons. This woman is someone who likes to win it all. And finally… that girl from the park. I… I don't know what to think of her, however, her hat is a prime candidate. The flowers and feathers decorated on top overshadow the hat itself. No one and I mean no one can scan this crowd without laying eyes on it. This is difficult indeed. Maybe I can have three winners? No, I have to choose one. I have to-”[/color]

Lorenzo abruptly paused as his eyes widened. We're his eyes deceiving him? They could have been because how did he miss such an intricate detail?! Simple in color with a dash of vibrance! The shape and style were unmatched and unique! He clutched the megaphone and brought it up to announce the winner. 

[Color=salmon]“Contestants of the hat competition! You have clearly brought your best and finest hats! Yes, yes, yes! But there can only be one winner, and I have finally found them!”[/color] Lorenzo made a dramatic pause while keeping his face stern. The man appeared as if he was announcing the next heir to the throne with how seriously he took this.

[Color=salmon]“The winner of the hat contest is… YOUUUU!”[/color] He pointed toward Crystal Damien but his finger was slightly off as it aimed at someone sitting in her vicinity. [Color=salmon]“I do not know your name young woman but you with the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/23/22/67/2322678f91a73ac8fcf06794838334aa.jpg]hat depicting a regal steed[/url] on your head! YOU HAVE WON THE HAT CONTEST! Your hat shall be recorded and displayed for all to see for years to come!”[/color][hr]

[Color=salmon][b]Time:[/b][/color] 3 p.m.
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] Edin Theater
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[I]3 p.m.[/I]

Lorenzo choosing to attend the afternoon play had been planned since this morning, yet he almost felt like he should have simply gone home. The hosting of the horse race and hat competition had been unbelievably draining, and then there was his run-in with Prince Wulfric Danrose that took more out of him than he expected.

Easily taking a front-row seat due to his status, Lorenzo sat with his arms crossed in front of him while Kier rested on his lap. He heard word this play would be a comedy, so he hoped it would get a good laugh out of him. Perhaps this is exactly what he needed. Surely, it would distract him from remembering Wulfric's sharp words.

As he watched the play, he did find it quite funny. Chuckling as books erupted from Violet's dress, and surprisingly even when the Duke character arrived. [Color=salmon][I]Now this is what I needed![/I][/color]

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