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[Color=salmon][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] Vikena Estate
[Color=salmon][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://imgur.com/a/q82eHMq]Shahzade Vikena[/url]
[Color=salmon][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] Charlotte
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Again, the Vikenas found themselves running late to the ball, yet if you asked Lorenzo, he’d say the night was still a babe suckling on the warmth of sundown. What mattered was not when someone arrived, but how they did JUST THAT! Unlike his arrival at the previous ball, he did not scurry from his home in haste! He wore no beads of sweat upon his brow!

With the elegance he once observed from the Alidasht royalty, Lorenzo walked gracefully toward the carriage. Behind him, a member of his staff, Nathaniel, slowly shut the door with a grave look upon his face. Nathaniel held more regret in his expression than any one person should have, but Lorenzo had insisted that he had to wear this to make up for his past transgressions against the Alidasht during the previous ball. Lorenzo wanted to show that he understood their culture, not by studying, but through emulation. 

Reaching the carriage, he opened the door and greeted Charlotte a beat before he ever saw her.

[color=salmon]“Ya, Lottie! Ana hoonaaa… Oh!”[/color] It wasn’t a great reaction to his stepdaughter’s darker take on her usual appearance. It was jarring, but he knew it was never good to judge the way a woman chose to appear. [color=salmon][i]She probably took inspiration from that Violet Damien… It’s fine, I am the face of this family, and Charlotte is at the age where she can still spread her wings a bit.[/i][/Color] He forced a smile and gave her a nod as he took a seat across from her in the carriage. [color=salmon]“You look… [i]dangerous[/i]!”[/color] He leaned with a smirk. [color=salmon]“I like it! I prefer the pretty mermaid, but the alluring siren is nice too!”[/color] 
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