To say he was nervous would be an understatement. It had been a long time indeed since he had jumped into the shark-infested waters of high society and he spent at least an hour fussing over his appearance. The extremely expensive hair appointment from the day before had left his hair falling just below his chin and it only took a few minutes with a curling iron - which Adonis would never admit to owning - to have it curled just slightly in toward his face and adding to the overall effect of his new haircut. The pricey Gucci suit was tailored to fit perfectly and Adonis tied and retied his black silk tie at least ten times before being completely satisfied. Slipping in the emerald and silver cuff links he'd purchased specifically for this event, he remembered to water his plants before worrying about anything else.
He was dressed about half an hour before the limousine was supposed to arrive and he spent most of it pacing, having the occasional sip of scotch to calm his nerves and smoking out the kitchen window. It took preparation for him to build up his usual confident mask he donned in situations like this, but five minutes before he was supposed to leave, his anxiety was slipping away and in its place arose the smooth, charming man that could traverse through any situation with ease. Adonis turned his phone to vibrate and slipped it into his suit pocket along with a pack of his favourite cigarettes just in time to see the limousine pull up in front of his building.
Once he reached the street, the driver opened the door for him and after thanking him, Adonis slid into the limousine, looking around with wide eyes. It had plush leather seats, tinted windows and as they began to drive, Adonis discovered the small fridge that came complete with a bottle or two of very expensive champagne. Deciding that having a bit wouldn't effect his interactions with anyone, he downed two glasses before they pulled up in front of the beautiful hall.
The driver opened the door for him and Adonis stepped out, feeling at ease until he saw the members of the press that were being held back from the walkway with elegant partitions, here to watch the best and the brightest arrive at one of the season's most prominent events. Cameras flashed, but most of them barely took any notice of Adonis save for one fashion writer, who addressed him as 'Mr. Islington' and asked if he'd be returning to Gucci for the spring campaign. After telling her that he was hopeful about his chances, he allowed himself to be ushered through the doors and into the beautiful hall, perfectly decorated for the occasion.
Then he saw her, looking every bit the powerful and influential goddess she was and for a moment, his mask faltered and his eyes showed just how beautiful he thought she was. A few second later, his defenses were back up and he was approaching her with an easy smile. Adonis bent at the waist to kiss her hand gently, trying not to stare too much at her obvious beauty. "Ms. Raghnall," He murmured in greeting, straightening back up and offering his arm to escort her into the ballroom. "You look utterly magnificent."