The dove and the serpent (Past)

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ATTIRE: A blue pinstriped suit with a golden tie. - Without the glasses.

It was in no way an understatement to call the grand hall of The Castillo enchanting. Although technically already considered somewhat dated as an interior style, Archibald Barnes sincerely doubted that the classy, geometrical, polished shapes of Art Deco would ever stop making people feel utterly glamorous. For this was glamourous indeed. In an abundance rarely seen these days.
The heavily decorated tables where lavishly decorated with fruits and nibbles and large flowery ornaments to be a feast for all the senses and yet, Archie had hardly glanced in its direction. His eyes were firmly placed on the hostess and the owner of the newly renovated hotel; Kenna Lux. A true vision in gold as she crossed the floor, gracefully taking her time with the many admirers and complementors whilst the warm glow from the chandeliers had her shine brighter than any of the lights in the room. She was perfect. He could only admire how naturally she made people feel like she was devoted to them; even amongst the large turnout of the party. A true upper-class trait if there ever was one, and a trait he himself had luckily learnt upon his own gain of status.

Archie had chosen a blue pinstripe suit made from the best tailor he knew and had picked to hone the hostess’ liking for gold with a tie, a golden pocket-watch and his Barnes signet ring on the pinkie finger of his left hand. Little details that a socialite like Kenna Luxe could surely appreciate. At least, when she would finally speak to him - and that she would -  they would look stunning together.
Oddly enough, having stood close to the tables, Archies own keen eyes had noted the slight crack in the delicate ice sculpture, as he had passed it, but it had been an observation quickly forgotten as other matters had taken over. Observing the demi-god, he quickly found that her stride had a purpose, and as she finally made it to the sculpture, leaning over the table and gently letting her finger tap the ice, the corners of his mouth flickered in a pleasantly content smile, mirroring much of her own. “Clever,” he commented soberly, raising his glass of golden liquor towards her, assuming his assertive tone of voice would be enough to carry it across the table for her to hear. “Archibald Barnes,” he introduced himself, a humorous gleam in his eyes knowing all too well that she would not, in fact, know the name of every single attendee tonight. “I suppose my compliments might lose value after yer crossing of the floor, but a congratulations seems to be in order.” As he spoke, Archie shortened their distance, walking closer to her with a casual confidence in his stride. “Truly magnificent, Miss Luxe.”