Enigma came down the stairs, fresh from showering in her dressing room, her green gown glinting in the lights as she joined the throngs of people. Her smile was bright, all traces of recent heartache in her life vanished...unless one looked closely at the heavy make up covering the dark circles under her eyes. She offered her arm to Marcus, who was her date for the evening, the man giving her support as she trembled for a moment, not wanting to face the crowds.
She hitched her smile up more firmer at his support, greeting and chatting the attendees of the opera, eyes constantly scanning the crowds for the four men she had given tickets to...Ruffio, Damon, Bruce and her father, even as she greeted those that she knew Eric would wish her to play nice with.
The twosome made their way to the bar, Enigma leaning on it for a moment, ordering a shot of whiskey, turning to survey the room again, hoping.