"Now, Alessia, please behave yourself." Chiyoko pleaded with her daughter. "This is an important new client." she said, brushing her daughters red dress into place. "He could make or break me." she added, now fussing over her daughter's hair. Alessia batted her mother's small, elegant hands away. "I know, mother, you've only stressed this point since you received the invitation." the girl replied, indignant. "Alright." her mother replied opening the door so they could get out.

Alessia stepped out of the rented limo and looked at the looming mansion. Instinct made her check the holsters under the skirt of her dress, everything was in place. Who said fashion and weapons couldn't go together?

When her mother toucher her shoulder she nearly jumped out of her skin. Slowly the three of them assended the stairs and stepped carefully through the large front door. Her mother took her coat and handed it to the butler. They were lead to the room where the rest of the guests had gathered. Alessia found a spot on the wall while her mother and step father mingle with the crowd.


(Kinda meh, forgive me.)