The entire evening thus far had been hard for Evolet to reconcile with, the urge to step behind the caterer’s table to ensure the wait staff were perfect was almost overwhelming. As much to hide as to ensure the quality of service that had always been something she’d been so proud of at the height of her career. Being on this side of the table, wearing her pretty red bracelet and neck shockingly (at least to her) bare.

Mask feeling out of place on her face, the expense of the fabric draped across her, and the weight of the delicate pearls that she did so like… it was all so foreign. It let her almost frozen to her place, sipping water and trying to decide what manners and decorum dictate she do, but… there was no reference for what constituted those things in this world.

Thus… she sat, and watched, and willed herself invisible.

if there was one empire that amara feared, it would be the ottoman empire. however, with the rumors going around and her own perspective of royalty as a whole, she was beginning to see these people as human as she was. of course, she would never treat them as such without getting to know them. so instead, she bowed politely when she was faced with the youngest sultana, taking a moment to take a good look at her. after all, in the grand scheme of things, she knew perhaps one of her siblings would marry into the ottoman empire to keep the eastern civilization proud and strong in the face of the western’s constant attempts of innovation. 

Daiyu had been signed up to perform at the festivities in France, and Daiyu made sure her performance would be perfect with the various practices she conducted. Yet, there was always a woman she would watch after she practiced, and one could say she became almost envious. Unlike Daiyu, where her dances were almost ethereal in nature and the suspense to achieve the ultimate climax would bring chills down any spine, she found herself mesmerized by the way bold colors and sparkle of the jewelry would blind the audiences with the spins and turns the woman would make. how there was a sort of tale to be told with each movement she made to visually aid the audience following along, even if they didn’t understand what was going on. the facial expressions were unmatched to anything Daiyu had seen. it was perfect.