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An event of this standing and elegance required a certain level of sophisticated finesse, after all, the devil was in the detail.
Every plate of canapés held a certain level of visual grander only to be outdone by its marvel of flavours. The appropriate option of accompanying wines needed to be made readily available, but not heavily pushed upon the guests.
The true game was in the rotation, Dorian read the crowd and conducted his staff like an orchestra playing to a stadium. He saw what the people wanted, anticipated and them gave to them what they needed. Timely and perfect.

As soon as Mrs. Eggard had finished her acquaintances with an exceptionally beautiful guest, Dorian quickly made his way over to her to ensure she was pleased with how the event was proceeding. Of course she was, but there were pleasantries and professionalism in asking. Despite his notion and continued explanation that work and business were his only true soul mates, the old lady insist he put that aside and do something for her.
 
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It took him a deep breath and continued assertion to finally relinquish control and hand over the reigns of catering the event to his highly capable and qualified team. 
Mrs. Eggard was to set him apart from his self acclaimed soulmate one way or the other, threatening to fire him if he didn't go enjoy the ball, at least for a few hours. 

Dorian could, and had, exchanged light hearted simple short conversation with over half the guests. But that was a mask, behind his mask. He knew no one here, so it became an easy choice to approach the beautiful lady from before who seemed to share his conundrum. 

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Dorian was already dressed for the event, he was wearing one of his finest suits for this job, it was hard to tell though since they all looked similar but he knew the differences like apples to oranges.
The sleek black suit was sheer artistic sophistication, subtle hints of forgotten era's lined more modern elements creating a purely individual piece of trend leading fashion, expertly fitted to his form the suit was delicately measured to the exact millimetre giving the perfect cut and complementing style. 

On his hands were soft white gloves that slightly glistened with a metallic sheen like that of his mask.
Dorian didn't wish to draw the attention away from any of the other guests so his mask was not extravagant or exuberant, but true to his style it was elegant, authentic and expensive. 

For a start it was old, very old.
An authentic Venetian mask expertly hand crafted to the utmost level of craftsmanship.
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"[b]I hear it is even more enjoyable to participate in such things as it is to merely watch.[/b]" His warm welcoming, slightly teasing voice rolls out of a charming smile and down his white silken outstretched glove awaiting and offering Saoirse a dance.

As her eyes meet his a wave of unstoppable thought escapes his mouth.
"[b]Forgive my bluntness my lady but you are absolutely breathtaking.[/b]" 
He follows it with a slight gentlemanly nod and politely awaits her response.