Where: Santorini Mansion | Ballroom

She used to love these kinds of events- the grandeur, the opportunity to wear a pretty dress, meeting new people... This Emilia, who’d been staying in the outskirts, didn’t. Montreal had taken away her starry-eyed gaze and replaced it with something else: suspicion. Murphy’s Law had a tendency of rearing its ugly head, and anything that could go wrong usually did. Keeping to herself, the King Heiress maneuvered her way through the crowds. She’d heard the Vargas name dropped in hush conversations at the penthouse, a hint of apprehension always following it when it came to the business. It seemed like another contender had finally appeared in this bloody war of theirs.

Emilia turned the corner when she felt another body hit hers. Hands steadied herself by grabbing their arm, a “excuse me” on her lips when she saw his face. Louis. Her Louis. Years of friendship and trust had tethered to two to each other... only to be broken apart by the King’s worst secret. For a second she was speechless, her hand quickly dropping to her side. You wouldn’t lie to me, would you? That was the last thing she’d ask him, nearly a year ago. “You’re here...” Murphy’s Law. 

Emilia hadn’t been sleeping much lately, more so than usual. There was too much on her mind, too many deadlines to reach, questions to be answered. Everything had been revolving in her brain while she was cooking on autopilot when the knife she used to chop decided to slip and cut something other than potatoes. The result was a rather deep cut and a wave of swearing that would make a sailor seem tame. 

Sitting in the emergency room was a seldom occurrence for her. She’d be there pretty often while living in New York and during her high school lacrosse days. Twisted ankles, bleeding noses, broken bones. Her parents used to joke that their friendship with Louis Bergeron had started thanks to their injury-prone daughter. Now, this was her first trip since the Kings and Co. had arrived in Montreal. Cradling her wrapped hand in her lap, her eyes shot up when the curtain to her room opened up. “So I know this looks bad but you should really see the other guy...” 

Having just finished his work, E-ki moves directly to the nearby shopping district, heading into ASWEARE uniform and all. Armed with a phone camera with his actors’ numbers and a curious eye, E-ki sets to the racks. It seemed this place really was on top of fashion trends!

“ Jeez... I can’t decide at all. ” Though he comes with the best of intentions for his film, E-ki’s eyes are drawn to some more fashionable clothing placed strategically around the store. He’s vaguely aware of his usual bland wardrobe--hoodies, or jackets over t-shirts. Nothing that screamed trendy, but...