Dora stood at the top of the stairs and clenched her hand on the balustrade. She still couldn't believe she'd agreed to this. A blind date, orchestrated by the council and her father. And with Kael Ignis, of all people.
"Just get through it," she muttered to herself, steeling her nerves. "Smile, be polite, and then get out. That's the plan. Do not engage. And do not challenge."
She looked at herself one last time in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. For a date with anyone else, she might have gone casual. But with Kael, she needed an armour.
Hence, here she stood, decked up in a fitted dress, looking all unapproachable and regal. Satisfied that her expressions matched the aloof look she wanted to convey and started to walk down the stairs slowly.