Alma looks in her mirror and twists herself left and right slightly to make sure her appearance was satisfactory.  Her attire was more practical than grandiose.  She has found ball gowns to be terribly inconvenient.  The corsets alone were enough to limit movement, much less the large, heavy skirts.  Many consider her refusal to wear gowns improper, but Mr. Monrova was very forgiving due to all she does for him.  And he is the only one qualified to present a relevant opinion to her anyway.  The words of those she does not work under matter little to her.  When putting on a gown becomes less ridiculous and time-consuming, she will gladly wear one.<br/><br/>She rubs her lips together to make sure crimson color was spread evenly across them.  She fits her monocle over her eye and nods to herself.  That should do.  Her boots tap against the tiled floor as she makes her way down the hallway and out of the manor.  A carriage waits outside from her with the driver holding the door open.  Alma glances up at the darkening sky before stepping inside.  She leans back and sinks into the plush seats.  The carriage shakes slightly as it carries on down the road.<br/><br/>The manor is just outside the capital, so she looks on as trees become scarcer and give way to more and more buildings.  Soon enough, the carriage pulls up to an incredibly expensive looking structure.  She watches the highest nobility of the land streams inside.  The driver stops in front of the main pathway and opens the door for her once again.  She hops out and brushes herself off.  It was almost disgusting how extravagant the venue was.  The Monrova manor looked as though it could be a run down shack in comparison to this.  Her head remains forward, but her eyes dart around to look at all the intricate details.<br/><br/>The bouncer hardly even gets the chance to open his mouth before Alma has the invitation in front of him.  "Representative Alma Astuto, appearing for Lord Jerece Monrova who received an urgent call from his son and regretfully, could not make it in person tonight," she explains herself promptly, leaving the bouncer a bit thrown off.  He just nods and gestures for her to enter.  She mutters her thanks and steps into the ballroom.  Nearly all the nobles are socializing in some way, as usual.  She recognizes a few, as they have visited Mr. Monrova occasionally.  However, she chooses not to intrude upon any conversations and hovers around the edge of the room, swaying slightly to the music.<br/><br/>Someone catches her eye after a bit of observation.  A young man scurries around the room, making attempts to chat with several guests.  He wasn't terribly distracting, more like a button on a coat that is just a slight shade different than the others.  Something about the way he carries himself sets him apart from the others.  She presses her lips together in thought, wondering why exactly he was not quite right.  It shouldn't bother her, but any sort of abnormality in a situation like this was enough to get her fixated.