Bab 47: Saskatchewan: XIV

The very first thing Aria saw when she and Chyler got into the manor, was the fact that it was packed with high class people she would never even think about approaching, left alone talking to. And she had to in order to get shit done. Chyler's hidden nervousness was not helping either. Okay, maybe she would be able to fool people around, but she wouldn't be able to fool Callaghan. Such was a price of bringing rookies into those kind of endeavors.

"Ah, miss Hardjocc, miss Dourmant, it's a pleasure!" they heard from the side. Toussaint turned there almost at once, whereas Aria just glanced at the person and swallowed the scoff. Tuxedo, of course, black tie, and the condescending look on his face was enough to call him a prick. At least for her. "I've been announced that you'd come."

"Hard thing not to, since we are on the guest list." Callaghan rolled her eyes, seeing her partner almost throwing icicles at her.