The wind chilled her bare shoulders as she took a step out of her shelter. She was supposed to meet the carriage by the corner of the street if she were going to make it to the ball on time.<span style="font-style: italic">This has got to be the most ridiculous assignment they had put me on yet. </span>She thought lightly patting down the dress her caretaker had let her borrow. It was beautiful and she admired it greatly but it wasnâ€™t her anymore, she used to have that life but that was taken away from her, and now they are asking her to go back. It was a pain but she was dutiful to her employers and friends, and despite her irritation at having to wear a dress that is highly uncomfortable she will do her duty.<br/><br/>Her dress was formfitting till it reached her hips where it fanned out and was wispy. It was a blood red dress that had no sleeves, and was gold inlaid in some areas to make it look like she was meant to be royalty. She was left with only a scarf like thing to cover her arms and even then it was thin and didnâ€™t give her much warmth.  The shoes were flats and that was at least alright even though they were thin and didnâ€™t give her much support or great footing. In case of a quick escape it was going to be tough.  A little purse hung on her wrist that matched her dress perfectly. In it she carried a few things she might need if everything went according to what she was told, her invitation, and her masquerade mask.<br/><br/>She looked behind her at the nice old woman who had taken her in for the last week or so, filling her in on whatever it was she needed to know about the job. The old woman had been working for the agency for a while and even then she was the information gatherer.  Sighing she walked down the cold wet cobblestones to the awaiting carriage. â€œThis had better be worth it.â€ She muttered as she stepped in. Silence as all that accompanied her while she was escorted to the ball. Using her time in the carriage she went over the different ways she could pull this off withâ€¦oh what was his name againâ€¦Raziel. He was someone she had heard about but not met personally, it was going to be interesting to work with a man like him.<br/><br/>Her destination was in sight taking a deep breath she though,<span style="font-style: italic">no turning back now. </span>She took her mask out and put it on her face, the door to the carriage opened and she was helped down by a kindly looking gentleman. As part of her facade she put on a big flirtatious smile as she hooked her arm around his till her hand was right near the crook of his elbow. She stood like she was taught and how much she remembered from her time with her family. The man led her to the front doors where he unhooked her arm, kissed her hand and returned to help someone else. Staying true to her part she curtsied before he left and bowed her head in thanks.  All she had to do was find Raziel and then figure out what to do from there.