Kat canted her head to the side, her eyes rolling up toward the ceiling when Diego confirmed which of the two options held his theory. He then launched into a whole dissertation about the life of a trophy wife and how fragile it was to hang in the balance. She snorted at the idea of it all. She smiled, looking somewhere between a villain and a flattered heiress.<br/><br/>He surmised that she wanted him as her date because it would send the message that she was interested in age appropriate men. “It does send the right message,” she replied, not really answering in plain language. By then it was time to head over to the Plaza Hotel, after Kat did her best to convince Diego that staying would draw less attention than leaving after the gala.<br/><br/>She perked a brow when Diego promised that he could think of a few ways to make sure that she enjoyed her night. “I’m sure you can,” Kat beamed, immediately wondering how much extra she would have to pay for his trouble, if their evening turned truly entertaining. A little while later, they arrived at the hotel, where an attendant rushed to open Kat’s door.<br/><br/>She didn’t notice until she had stepped out of the car that Diego was putting on quite the show. He mentioned that they were there to make sure things were in order for the event tomorrow, sounding like a crusty old curmudgeon as he did so. The look she gave him must have spoken a thousand words, when he followed her to the revolving door. “Mhm,” she quipped back.<br/><br/>Once inside, Kat led them to the concierge, where she gave them her name. “I have a room booked for tomorrow evening, after the gala.” The concierge typed quickly and nodded when the reservation popped up. “Yep, I’ve got you right here. You should be all set for tomorrow. Did you want to review anything about your stay?” She asked, offering menus and pamphlets.<br/><br/>“Certainly,” Kat said, reaching out and taking the offered information. “I don’t suppose we can look at the room right now?” She questioned. The concierge typed for a while in response, then shook her head. “I’m afraid that room is booked right now. It will be available in time for your event, though, and we are doing a deep clean as you requested, before your arrival.”<br/><br/>“Perfect,” Kat replied, curtly. “And if I wanted to bring my boyfriend with me to my reserved room, that wouldn’t be a problem, would it?” She asked, a sort of challenge in her voice. The concierge gave Diego a once over, looking slightly surprised by the question, for whatever reason. “Oh, no, no problem at all. When you check in, we’ll get him a key card as well.”<br/><br/>“Wonderful. Thank you.” She turned on her heel and headed deeper into the lobby, walking Diego over to a fireplace where a loveseat faced. She lowered herself onto the cushion, folding one leg over the other and bowing her head as she looked through the papers she was given for information.