Anna and Hans
This was the type of crowd that most of Hans's family definitely rubbed elbows with - the rich and elite, very upper crust, and it was something that had nearly become a spectator sport for the Westergaard parents, being such prominent figures in the shipping industry. Hans's brothers followed suit, the eldest fully expecting to inherit the legacy when mom and dad kicked off, but as you got further down the line the interest diluted a little. And ended with Hans, who really had no fucks to give about the shipping industry, as important as it was.
But Anna had wanted to come to the party tonight so he'd thrown on a suit, something fancy enough, and let himself be her arm candy. He'd gone to get them drinks and was weaving his way back to her, carrying two flutes of strawberry champagne. "It's effervescent cider," he said, smirking, handing her one. Okay, not really. But even underage princesses had to have champagne on New Years - that was a rite of passage.
He also knew her. She'd wrinkle her nose at the dryness of regular champagne, hence why it was more of a cocktail.