Oh, Pierre!
Yes, darling. What is it?
Will you please help me do up my dress? And fix your bowtie, willy you? We're gonna be late
Pierre Delacroix rolled his eyes. He and Temperance had arrived earlier in the day, together with the rest of the Segentovan delegation to the gala. well, almost all of them at least. Poullain was still to meet them at the gala. In the meantime, the delegation was staying at the Grand Central Hotel, one of the fanciest hotels in the District. Pierre and Temperance would be accompanied by the minister of foreign affairs, Jácome d'Orey et Avignon III., and his wife, Josephine, who were housed in the suite right across the hallway from the one Pierre and Temperance were staying in. Pierre folded up the newspaper he had been reading and set it aside on the table next to the chair he had been sitting in, before he got up he drank the last drops of a Singapore sling from the tumbler now sitting next to the newspaper. After helping his wife close the zipper at the back of her dress he proceeded to gently kiss her cheek before he moved to her side in order to fix his bowtie. As he finished closing the knot, he remarked that she looked just as stunning as the first time they met. She was wearing a purple ball-gown with a high collar and long sleeves, while Pierre wore a white-tie ensemble with a waistcoat and black satin opera slippers, it was adorned with a sash bearing the national colors, slung over his right shoulder.
Temperance looked over at her husband and smiled at him. You're looking like a proper Chief, Pierre, don't worry.
They were just about ready now, Pierre walked over to the wardrobe and put on a long, black formal coat, he then gingerly put a fur-trimmed cloak around his wife's shoulders before placing a top-hat on his head and grabbing a walking stick made from tropical wood adorned with silver fittings and a big metal ball at the top.
It was a frigid winter evening outside, and the cityscape sped by as the state-car made its way through the streets. Streets, buildings, lampposts, and people passing by as they sped down the road. Inside sat the Chief of State, his minister of Foreign affairs, and their wives. Jàcome was also wearing white-tie, similar to Pierre, just without the sash. The men were each smoking Estral cigars, the best in the isles, by far. The car eventually pulled up in front of the entrance to the hall,followed by the car carrying the security-detal. they could all see Hugo and Majorie standing outside, waiting for them. Pìerre noticed how uncomfortable Hugo seemed wearing formal-dress, even though his suit was well-tailored, he seemed to lack a certain elan. As he stepped out of the car, he thought how strange it was that his niece had married such a man. And yet, he put on a smile and proceeded to greet the pair.
Majorie immediately proceeded to greet them both in a warm embrace Uncle Pierre, aunt Temperance, it's so good to see you two! How was your trip?
They both reciprocated, no complaints about the trip, however, the weather had been rather chilly.
Well, then Monsieurs Chief of State and Minister of Foreign affairs, I suggest you two finish your cigars, and we all head-on in. Hugo interjected. Everyone agreed to that, it seemed they were on time after all and could make their way inside comfortably.
