"Well, don't you look the stunning sight." A voice suddenly rang out.

Approaching Alice from ahead was a gentleman adorned in a black suit with a black tie, and underneath his jacket he wore a white dress shirt, and black trousers matching his jacket.
It was Dalton, dressed crisply yet subtly. One might say he looked simple yet dapper still, dressed finely.

He approached Alice with a broad, confident stride. A look of content on his face. In his right hand he carried a simple white mask, nothing too fancy.
In his left hand he grasped two thin pieces of white paper, tickets for the ball.
He now stood before Alice, his pleasant expression holding firm.
He looked past her into the cab and, seeing it to be Liza, raised his left hand in a closed finger motion, not wanting to drop the tickets.
Liza responded with a short wave and a smile.

[i]He does clean up nicely...[/i] Liza thought with a stirred fidget before catching herself. That dreaded since of longing returned, along with an odd ping of jealousy, and she was forced to shove it aside. 

"You two have a good time," Liza called with slightly forced jubilance,"I'll see you at home, Alice."
And with that, the cab went roaring off down the street.

Dalton watched the cab depart, then turned to Alice with a smile,"You certain look the sight, and I mean that in a good way," he said kindly,"so, are you ready?" He raised up the tickets in his left hand.