She gave wise counsel, not that he would ever admit it, in fact, Kenneth barely noticed it, thinking it to be a random thought of Florence that just<em>so happens</em>to make sense. Profit, that is the most important part of this whole situation. Profit is how his family can rise in rank and maintain their enterprise. "The invitation is for a party that lasts three nights, starting yesterday, ending tomorrow night. You can go then, I will provide a carriage"<br/><br/>Luckily for Florence, her husband's xenophobic tendency won out and he shook his head at her second suggestion. "I cannot stand the smell of them" he spat. "So..So musky, and spicy, all the perfume and incense, it is disgusting, I don't know why they would surround themselves with it, and their food.." Kenneth grimaced, reflexively gagging at the memory of a trip to an exotic part of town where foreign immigrants dwell. There, alongside his peers and subordinates, he decided to eat at an eatery owned by a man of Su descent. The dishes looked interesting enough, with its abundance of colours and unusual ingredients, but one bite into it and Kenneth found himself in tears from the strong spices used to make it. It was a very embarrassing incident and some of his friends still bring it up now and then, much to his chagrin.<br/><br/>"Wear something decent, conservative" he said, looking at her. "Cover your neck, cover your hands, the prince is a lech, even though he is actually younger than you. I have no doubt that, given the proper provocation, he would lay his eyes on you, so it is best we prepare beforehand to anticipate any problems"<br/><br/>He finished his smoke before vanishing out of her room, not even looking at her as he said goodnight.<br/><br/>====<br/><br/>The day came soon, a wonderful day with just the right ammount of clouds to provide shade without reducing the warmth of the sun too much. Kenneth was out in his office, but a carriage is prepared for Florence to be used at her convenience.