As they reached the gate, Aedha glanced over at the security guards at the gate.
Well, time to improv this she thought to herself.
"Oh!" She suddenly bent over, holding her stomach. He started in alarm, worry lines creasing his face.
"Hey, you alright?"
"Oomph." Aedha groaned. "I went to a matinee earlier today, and I think I had some bad olives. I don't feel too good..."
He wordlessly put a hand on the small of her back and rubbed her shoulders. "I don't think you should stand so close to me," Aedha coughed out, expertly faking a grimace. "I don't wanna puke on your suit."
"It's alright. Let's see if we can get them to let us inside without all this pomp and circumstance." He gently guided her towards one of the security guards. Aedha watched as he demanded with a quiet insistence that they let the lady in to visit the restrooms.
Definitely from a wealthy family, she thought. He's practiced at this. And is that an Adalberto suit with gold cufflinks? Her mind instantly placed him among the privileged upper class whose families owned entire corporations. Young men who never had do do any work since their entire future was cut out for them in an inheritance.
As he finished up talking with the security guard with a curt word of gratitude, Aedha noticed something odd about him. Was that....a faint look of relief on his face? But before she could ponder it any further, he saw her watching him and covered it quickly with a mischievous grin.
"Come on." He pulled at her hand. "Let's get you to a restroom before you vomit over everyone's expensive shoes."
