A Gifted Favor
The VIP area of the Iron Horse was like some secretive elite gathering, yet primarily different as it wasn't about the elites centered around politics. This was elites from a different range that she wasn't the least bit used to. It felt lighter and less straight laced than when the senator himself was present.
There were more young people as well. Many masked strangers stood beside each other of opposite genders in a somewhat flirting manner that was looked down upon in the usual elite gatherings.
She trailed behind Bailey and took a seat next to a dark haired gentlemen as Bailey walked around the counter to greet him.
The gentleman had that same black mask covering his eyes and the similar black suit that matched a number of men in the room. This must be the man that the server had mentioned about earlier. Prisana could feel his eyes on her like a hawk and it left for moment as Bailey leaned in to give him a good long stare.