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Broken Machines: Lights the Dark

Chapter 24: Broken Melody

The time between days seemed so long as Penny excitedly waited for concert night. When Saturday finally came, Penny is practically skipping as she takes the train up to the floating city late in the afternoon and arrived at the manor just before 5:00 pm. As soon as Penny opens the car door, she sees Sue sprinting toward her, face full of determination and anxiety. Before she can even say hi or ask her what was wrong, Sue grabs her arm and pulls her into the manor. Once inside, Penny looks around and notices the staff are working in a frenzied state. Some are cleaning the floors and washing windows while others are dusting and straightening up furniture, and a few are even carrying things to and fro in between their working colleagues. As Penny’s wondering what’s getting everyone so worked and busy, Sue watches the room waiting for an opening. Once one group moves out of the way towards the hallway to the guest rooms, Sue tugs at Penny’s arm, grabbing her attention. Sue points sharply in the direction of the hallway.

Sue: This way!

She shouts, and they dash towards the hallway, Sue still holding on to Penny’s hand as they run. They continue to run through the hallways until they see Julia waiting outside of a guest room, styling trunk in hand and ready to go. Sue hands Penny off to her before running back down the hallway, and this Penny a window to finally ask about the current situation in the manor.

Penny: Julia, Why is everyone working so hard and fast today? Is something going on at the manor tonight?

Julia: I’ll explain everything after you get ready; we don’t have much time to do this.

She says before opening the door with her free hand, holds it with her forearm, then motions for Penny to go in by waving her makeup truck towards the room. Penny nods and enters the guest room, where to her surprise, she finds a rack of clothing stocked with several of the outfits Whitley had purchased for her weeks ago. Julia walks past her as Penny examines the display; the clothing was hung up on hangers while their matching shoes and accessories sat on the shelves beneath them, and is about to ask why there were three of them when Julia calls out to her from the other side of the room.

Julia: We didn’t have time to pick out your outfit, so I grabbed three that could work for the concert. Just put on whichever you like so I can do your hair and makeup!

Penny: Okay.

She agrees and returns to the outfits; there were three dresses, each in a different color and style. The first was lavender colored with dots of white, pink, and pale purple on the skirt. The hem of the skirt and top of the sleeves are covered with a dark purple lace, strings of beaded jewels hang from the lace in the skirt, and fabric hydrangeas decorate the neckline and skirt. The second dress was a hunter green with ¾ sleeves and a deep white Marinero collar, a maroon red bow with a white ribbon tied around its center pined the end. The sleeves and skirt’s hem are adorned with white lace, hunter-green ruffs trail from both sides of the collar down to the bottom of the dress, and gold emblems and threading are peppered through. The third dress was a dark royal blue with white trim around the neckline, collared sleeves, bottom, and hem. The bodice was covered in a pattern of white and sky blue stripes with a matching striped ribbon tied around the waistline.

Knowing they were in a hurry, Penny didn't take too long to pick out her outfit for the evening. She reached out and grabbed the green dress as the colors and design were the closest to her usual attire but still refined enough to fit in a formal setting. Moreover, some of the dress’s decorations and embodiments held an odd charm to them that reminded Penny of a dear friend, one she would have loved to join her at this event.

Penny: Maybe one day.

She thought fondly before looking over at Julia, who had her back to her, and quickly undressed. Once she’s changed out of her work clothes and into the dress, Penny leans down and grabs the accessories from the bottom. She starts by putting on the socks, which are white with a chintz patter green embroidery and red ribbon laced into and tied into a bow on the side. Then the shoes, a pair of simple green pumps, and last, she puts on the lovely matching green chocker with a gold laced red ruby in its center. She places her clothes on the bed, puts the essentials from her backpack into the small red clutch that came with the dress, and holds on to the rest of the accessories, a pair of white lace gloves and a green and red ruffed hairpin with a green and white bow and fabric red rose on top of it, in her hands as she walks towards Julia. When she approaches, Julia hears her coming, turns around, and looks her over with an approving smile.

Julia: Absolute gorgeous, now let’s get started.

She states before pulling out the vanity chair for Penny. Once she’s sat, Julia pulls out her tools and gets to work. Starting with the nails, Julia goes for something simple but striking by painting them a glitter-infused ruby red, so bright that her nails will shine through the lace of her gloves. Next is makeup; Julia applies a nice beige eyeshadow a few shades darker than Penny’s skin, then a creamy white layer over it, dusts a soft layer of redwood blush on her cheeks, and paints her lips with a light strawberry red lipstick for a gentle but sophisticated look. Lastly, she sprays down Penny’s hair and brushes the back to the right before reaching down into her trunk and taking out a long white ribbon. She moves over to the right and brushes Penny’s hair into a side sweep, then begins to braid it. As she braids the hair, she interlaces the ribbon into it until she reaches to end. She ties the braid off with a hair tie, ties the remaining ribbon around and into a bow, and puts the hairpin at the very top of the braid. This effort results beautifully ornamented side braid that flows with the rest of her outfit effortlessly.

With her work done, Julia begins to pack up her things and takes this moment to explain the situation around the manor.

Julia: Since tonight is a concert night, there's a high chance that Master Jacques will host an afterparty, and the manor has to be perfect for the guest. Godfrey will come to get you in a couple of hours, so please just stay out of everyone’s way until then. Thank you.

She states while packing away the last of her things. She doesn’t say anything more as she closes and picks up her trunk and leaves to go about the rest of her duties. Now alone, Penny sits down on the bed and thinks about what she can do in the hour until Godfrey gets there. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Penny goes over her plan for the night in her head.

Penny: I have three opportunities to gather useful information; depending on how the atmosphere is during each and the topics of attendee's gossip, my chances of success could decrease or increase at any time. I sure start by checking for people I know and probe them first, then introduce myself to new people. Then after the first half, I can use the intermission to survey the suspects from a distance and note any suspicious behavior among them. With security going on high alert after that last theft and the chase, the elites invalid should be concerned about the growing risk their choice has put them under. Then after the show I-

Penny’s calculated thoughts are halted by a sudden realization that in all her planning, she’d forgotten one important thing. She stands straight up, face flush with embarrassment as she emotionally kicks herself for not accounting for such a critical thing.

Penny: The flowers! I didn’t get Whitley any flowers for after the show!

She laments; how could she overlook something as important as getting a token of admiration for the concert of someone she had feelings for? She tries to think of any possible solutions to remedy the situation, coming up with two possible options. She could wait until they got to the concert hall and see if there were any flowers shop or stands open nearby and buy something quick. But that option left a lot up to chance and could go wrong quickly if she didn’t have time to get anything or there was nowhere to get flowers from. This left only one possible solution for her predicament, which was-

Penny: The garden! I can go pick some there and be back before Godfrey come to get me!

Penny brightens up, eyes full of determination as she walks out of the guest room and into the hallway, marching towards the garden. As she makes her way through the halls, she makes sure to be careful when walking past the fast-moving staff. Not getting in anyone’s way just as she promised until she finally arrives at the garden’s entrance. As Penny opens one of the doors, she looks out into the garden, the ground lights giving the now darkened grounds a warm glow, and sees the shadow of a person walking her way. Soon the figure fully comes into view; it's Alexander carrying a set of gardening clippers and a basket full of freshly cut red roses. He soon spots her as well, a gentle smile on his face as he treks up to her.

Alexander: Good evening, Ms. Polendina. What brings you to the garden at a time like this?

Penny: I came here to pick some flowers for after the concert. Whitley told me that audience members give flowers to performers after the show.

Alexander: A hand-picked congratulatory bouquet for the Young Master? (chuckles) How charming. Here, why don’t you take these then? I’m sure they’d do splendidly.

He holds out the basket to Penny expectingly, but she hesitates.

Penny: But didn’t you just pick these? Don’t you need them?

Alexander: Well, yes, but there are plenty of perfect roses here; we could always spare a few. Moreover, I think these would ook much better Young Master’s arms instead of rotting away in vases around the manor.

Penny: No, I can’t let you do all that work again just for my sake. Besides, I don't think a bouquet of red roses, would be the most…appropriate choice for this occasion.

She states, the latter half coming out in nervous stammer. Alexander raises a brow, confused by her statement, but that quickly subsides when he notices the blush creeping up on her cheeks and the awkwardness in her voice. He had heard that she’d been learning floriography, and with her current deposition about gifted these specific flowers to Whitley, it was apparent she’d taken to that lesson particularly well. Though her feelings towards the young heir were so fairly obvious to anyone who saw them together, she still was too shy to even hint at such a thing to the boy directly.

Alexander: How cute.

Alexander thought before retracting his arm with a soft chuckle.

Alexander: I see. Then, please take these.

Using the hand holding the clippers, he reaches into his breast pocket and takes out a key. He offers both items to Penny, which she takes.

Alexander: This is the master key to the garden sheds. There is a shelve filled with boxes and ribbons for packaging arrangements. Feel free to use whatever you like. Have a good evening, Ms. Polendina.

With that, Alexander walks past Penny, opens the other door with his freed hand, and heads back into the halls. Now alone, Penny gets to work searching for and gathering up flowers for her bouquet. She thinks about what she wants her bouquet to say before looking for the correct beds. It doesn’t take very long for Penny to pick twenty beautiful flowers, a perfect amount to fill a bouquet. With her main task done, Penny looks around for the garden shed, eventually finding one near the entrance. She unlocks the little shed with a key and finds a very neat room full of gardening supplies, including a flower arranging table with boxes with a silver stamp on the side and decorations, just as Alexander said. Penny cuts off two lengths of light blue ribbon, using one to tie her bouquet together at the stems before laying it in one of the white flower boxes. She put the top of the box back on, then wraps the second ribbon around it and ties the rest into a bow like a nice little present.

Penny picks up the box with a smile, very proud of her handy work, and locks up the shed before heading back to the guest room. Once back in the guest room, she sets the box down and checks herself in the mirror to ensure she didn't dirty her clothes while picking the flowers. After a good once over and dusting off her skirt, Penny smiles at her reflection and takes a moment to admire her dress. When she’s done admiring, Penny grabs her clutch and takes out her scroll to check the time. But just as she’s about to check, there’s a knock on the door, and a voice calls out to her.

Godfrey: Ms. Polendina, it’s me, Godfrey! It’s time for us to go!

Penny: Coming!

She shouts before putting her scroll back in her clutch, grabbing the box, and dashing towards the door. She opens the door and is greeted by the smiling face of Godfrey, who ushers her to the main entrance. Once they’ve made it outside, Penny notices a long white limousine parked out front. The driver is dressed in a tailored black suit with a white dress shirt, black necktie, and even a black driver’s cap. The driver looks incredibly nervous, first clenching at his side as he tries to steady his breathing. Penny doesn’t have time to question the scene as Godfrey quickly rushes her into their car, directly behind the limousine. After she’s seated in the car, Penny puts the flower box down in the seat beside her before looking back at the manor through the window. She’s watching the driver when someone exits the manor and comes toward the limo.

It's Whitley, dressed in pure white! Penny tries to get a better look at him, but Whitley’s form is soon blocked when someone else steps forward.

It’s a man dressed in a two-piece tailored white suit with a red pocket square in his breast pocket, a royal blue dress shirt, and a white click-on tie. He was tall, rivaling Ironwood himself in height, but unlike the general, this man was rather lean with no real muscle mass. That and he looked no younger than fifty; the deep frown lines and wrinkles paired with his seemingly permanent scowl, the natural stern look in his blues, eyes, and clearly faded hair only cemented this observation. It doesn’t take Penny more than a couple of seconds to guess who this man was.

Penny: That’s…Jacques Schnee.

Jacques Schnee, current head of the Schnee Dust Company and father of the three Schnee children. This man was known for being over ambitious and ruthless, having grown the most renowned business in the world into a monopoly by all sorts of unscrupulous means. This and his apparently horrid personality put him at odds with General Ironwood constantly. While the two had to maintain a business relationship for the sake of the kingdom but it was pretty evident that they despised each other deeply. Penny didn't know all the specifics of the situation between them, but just by looking at the man in person, she could understand why her commander did not enjoy his presence. He looked cold but not in the same way Willow was. No, he was cold in the way an icy wind was, sucking the warmth from everything it touched. And judging by how his staff behaved whenever he was mentioned or in their presence, he was also the type of person that everyone under him feared.

Penny turned her head away from the window and leaned back into her seat, face full of concern and uncertainty. It was worrying enough that Willow seemed so empty but to see that Jacques had his own unsettling presence to him was terrifying. How could someone live with that sort of coldness in themselves and their partner? It was immensely unnerving in a way Penny couldn’t really articulate. The only way she could describe Jacques was cold and wrong, but for some reason, she felt like there was more to it than that. That if she looked deeper, she would find something much worse this atmosphere of fear was just the surface. The idea of there being more than that was like standing on a frozen lake that would crack with one wrong step, only to see that the water below was pitch black and endless.

This feeling distressed and distracted Penny so much that she didn’t notice Jacques and Whitley getting into the limousine, and it pulling off shortly after. She doesn’t fully come out of her daze until her car finally starts moving, pulling out of the driveway and onto the road. Realizing she’s lost focus yet again, Penny shakes her head and pats her cheek to try and regain her composure. No matter what was going on in the manor, Penny still had a mission. Her concerns and questions would have to wait while the safety and security of the kingdom as a whole was at stake.

It’s quiet as they drive through the long roads, but once they reach the main streets of Atlas, the sounds of a bustling metropolis are prominent. The dazzling lights and tall towers as far as the eye can see with many people wondering about the well-lit streets. As they get closer to the concert hall, the scenery becomes much more upscale, and so do the people. When they finally arrive at the hall, the front is crowded with luxury cars; well-dressed people are entering in flocks while the valets try to keep up with the multitude of vehicles in their care. The Schnee’s white limousine pulls out in a space reserved for performers; the man and his son soon exit the vehicle and disappear inside the hall. Meanwhile, Godfrey drives slowly around the building, trying to find a place to drop Penny off. He finally finds one almost two blocks away. He pulls into the space, then turns around and holds a concert ticket out to Penny.

Godfrey: Here you go.

He says with a cheeky smile; Penny takes the ticket and puts it in her clutch.

Penny: Thank you.

Godfrey: No problem, dear, I’ll be back for you by night’s end. Enjoy the show.

Penny: I will!

With that, Penny puts the box of flowers under one arm, opens the door, and steps out onto the street. She starts walking towards the venue just as Godfrey pulls off and arrives at the hall in less than a few minutes. The concept hall is a long white building with a classical infrastructure, marble walls, white pillars, stained glass windows, and the like. Penny walks in with the crowd of elites, showing her ticket to the workers inside, then into the lobby, which is just as lavish as the exterior. Cherry wood floors, white walls covered in mosaic of the city, comfortable modern lounge furniture, and long glass staircases led to other areas of the hall. The cocktail hour had only just started, and people were already drinking and conversing. Penny takes a moment to look around before stepping into the fray. Everything seemed to be in order, with elites chatting and service staff handing out drinks and appetizers, except there was something odd about the attendees. Specifically their age. There seemed to be many teenagers standing with their parents, especially young girls around her age. Most of who were dressed in long evening gowns, a bit too risky for their age, and very eccentric makeup. It was strange and a little unnerving for Penny, seeing so many girls her age dressed up to look far older than they were. She almost felt underdressed but also a little concerned about what possible reason these families would let their daughters dress up like this.

Ottilie: Oh, thank God, you’re here!

The sound of a familiar voice pulls Penny out of her thoughts, and she refocuses her gaze to where the sound came from. Walking towards her from the right was no other than Ottilie Onyx, dressed in a long black evening gown with matching heels, pearl jewelry, and a white fur shawl around her shoulders. She walks up to Penny with a wide smile and a look of relief; she wastes no time starting a conversation.

Ottilie: I’m so glad to see you, dear! It’s been too long!

Penny: Good evening, Ms. Onyx, you seem to be in a good mood.

Ottilie: Oh, that's because of you, dear! You see, my colleagues could not attend, so I came by myself only to be mobbed by crowd of uncultured children and their brainless parents trying to talk them up. It’s been absolute torture!

Penny: I’m sorry you went through that. It must have been very uncomfortable for you.

Ottilie: It was really, but then I spotted you, and thank the stars you're here! I thought I’d have to spend the entire hour wallowing in misery, but now I have at least one decent conversation partner. Please stay with me until the show starts.

Penny pauses to think about it; she hadn’t seen anyone else she recognized, and Ottilie was a veteran elite and an art lover. She’d know this type of event and its attendees well and could be a great source of information. But if Ottilie trapped her in a pointless conversation, she could waste the hour. The only way this could work is if Penny took the lead in the conversation and pushed it in the right direction. It’s a calculated risk, but one she’s willing to take. Penny flashes a sweet smile at Ottilie before answering.

Penny: Okay, but I'd like to walk around while we talk. It’s my first concert, and I'd like to experience it to the fullest.

Ottilie: Why, of course! Can’t let a young woman’s first concert be dull! Follow me, and I'll show you all the wonders of a classical concert hall!

With that said, the two begin their round about the lobby. Ottilie rambles on about the history of the hall and the significance of classical music as Penny nods along. After a while, Penny spots two of her suspects, Matthew Datura and Arthur Hemlock, standing with their families. Seeing an opportunity to gain some insight, Penny waits for Ottilie to finish her statement before striking up a new conversation.

Ottilie: And that’s why classical music will always the corner stone of the music world.

Penny: That’s very interesting, and as much as I enjoy learning about new things about classical music, I’d like to ask you something a little off-topic.

Ottilie: And what’s that, dear?

Penny: Early, you said you were caught in a crowd of children. Is that not common for this type of event?

Ottilie: Oh, heavens no. Outside of the performers hardy, anyone under thirty comes to these types of concerts. The youth of this city are far too immature to appreciate the majesty of good music.

Penny: Then why are they here tonight?

Ottilie: Because this is the first concert the Schnee family’s held since Whitley was announced as heir to the SDC. Everyone’s here to try a secure a connection with him while he’s still in training.

Penny: Really?

Ottilie: Yes, why else do you think so many respectable families would brought their daughters out in public dressed up like harlots? They’re all vying for the chance to be the next Mrs. Schnee.

Penny: Oh, I see.

Penny looked down at her feet; what was once concern was now quickly shifting into insecurity. One of the reasons she had pushed back her feelings for so long was that Whitley most likely had plenty of options when it came to dating, that there were plenty of rich, beautiful Atlas girls for him to choose from. And now she was looking that fear dead on and was eating through her confidence like acid to metal. Some of these girls were downright gorgeous and had the status, wealth, and biological that Penny lacked. It was honestly sobering, knowing she was just one in a sea of love interests. The distress made her wonder how much she really meant to him in the grand scheme of it. Was she any type of exception, or would he have been just as kind to any girl in her position?

Ottilie: I can’t say I blame them, though. Who won’t want to t marry their child into such a successful family? Especially in times like this.

The sound of Ottilie’s musings quickly halts Penny’s doubtful thoughts, and she recalls why she’d asked the question in the first place. Picking her head back up, Penny takes the chance to dig for more information.

Penny: But aren’t they all from successful families? Why would they need to arrange a marriage when their children are still so young?

Ottilie: Well, normally, they would wait till the children are around marriageable age to make a match, but with what happened to Vale, the borders being closed, and this embargo, everyone’s been trying to cling to any sense of certainty they can. I mean, Matthew and Arthur used to be kings of their industries, but with the lockdown and lack of communications, they’ve been losing contacts and contracts by the dozens!

Penny: Really?

Ottilie: Yes, it’s all so terrible, but that's why they need to get in the good graces of the Schnees now. With their monopoly on dust and constant military contracts, they’re the most fortunate family in the kingdom, even with the restrictions. So winning the heir’s favor could be the difference between prosperity and poverty for some here.

Penny: I see, so this is all about business and power then?

Ottilie: Well, mostly, but I can see a few of these girls approaching him out of sheer attraction. With the boy’s looks, talents, and grace, it wouldn’t be hard to believe he has more than a few admirers.

Penny: Yeah, it would be hard not like him once you know him.

Ottilie looks over at Penny, a bit confused by her statement, until she sees the small blush creeping into her cheeks. The girl had a slightly dreamy look in her eyes that Ottilie recognized from her own youth. How appropriate that the most well-behaved child she’s ever met would fancy the most well-versed child in the whole city; it was simply adorable. So much so that Ottilie couldn’t help the call of mischief this new information brought.

Ottilie: I suppose I could count you as one of his many admirers then?

Penny: What! Why would you-I don't-Well I do like hi-Wait! That's not what I-

Ottilie: And with your attitude and intelligence, I'm sure you’d make a much better match than any of these girls.

Penny: That’s not-you don’t-I mean-(signs) Let’s just talk about the hall a little more! You haven’t told me your thoughts on the architect behind the design yet!

Penny sputters out in a desperate attempt to deflect and redirect the conversation to a less embarrassing topic. Ottilie chuckles and plays along, having had her fun by teasing the poor girl. They spend the rest of the hour talking about art history until the doors to the concert area are opened, and people are ushered into their seats. The two are quickly separated when the staff guides Penny to another section. Eventually, she sat in an opera box farthest to the right of the stage. Penny looked out over the ledge awe; she could see everything from here! The stage, the audience, even the other boxes! Looking over to her left, she could see Jacques Schnee sitting in the box farthest from hers. He’s looking down at the stage directly behind him, facial expressions unreadable. Soon, the lights in the audience were deemed as the stage light came on, revealing the orchestra. String, brass, woodwind, and percussionist were seated in place; all dressed in black and ready to play. And off to the far left under his own spotlight was Whitley sitting at the piano. He was a vision in his white tuxedo that seemed to shimmer under the light. Penny can’t take her eyes off him until she hears the sound of the conductor hitting his wand against the music stand. The show’s about to start, so Penny sits back in her seat, laying the flower box on her lap, as the conductor raises his wand.

First, the wind instruments play softly and low, then the brass comes in and raises the tempo ever so slightly as the song begins to build. It keeps building and building until the song reaches its first high point. Then all at once, there’s a rush of sound as they reach the crescendo. It’s so beautiful and powerful; Penny can feel the vibration rippling off the stage and through the hall. The song continues like this, the tempo falling and rising, sections of the orchestra playing solos then coming back together. The ends with a bang as the orchestra and piano come together in beautiful harmony at the last crescendo. When the song is over, the audience explodes into applause; the conductor takes a bow as they do, and when the clapping finally dies down, he counts the orchestra in for the next song.

The first half was a magical experience for Penny; hearing the music live and seeing the effort of the musicians in real time was absolutely incredible. As the first half ends, the audience gives its most enthusiastic applause as the performers all take a bow. At this time, Whitley looks around and inspects the crowd. First, a quick glaze at those on the main floor, then a long look around the opera boxes for the more distinguished guests. Before anything, he makes eye contact with his father, who seems pleased with how the show has gone so far. Whitley feels a bit relieved by this and continues to survey the audience to make he’s carried the performance well. That’s when he spots Penny in the farthest box. She looks so cheerful, her eyes glistening with joy and wonder. For a moment, Whitley’s heart skips a beat before it starts to pound. Soon he feels this tidal wave of emotion wash over him. Pride, happiness, excitement, and burning warmth flood his heart. It’s been such a long time since he felt like this, felt the gaze of someone who cared for him as he performed. It was wonderful, motivating even. Now he felt a calling, a real reason to put his all into his half of the show. A burning desire to set the stage ablaze with his music, one he could happily play into.

Soon the audience is let out back into the lobby for the intermission. Penny takes the break to listen for any clues but only finds people gushing about the performance and getting some drinks in before the second half starts. It’s all just idle chatter for thirty minutes until the ushers return to let them back in.

When they head back in, Penny notices the stage setup has completed changed. The rafters for the orchestra have been covered in a black covering, and the grand piano has been moved to the center of the stage. When the audience lights went down and the stage lights came on, Whitley walks across the stage to the audience's applause. He sits down at the piano, sets his fingers on his starting keys, and takes a deep breath in, then out. He looks around at the audience once before taping out the first note. As he plays the first few bars, Penny immediately recognizes the song, and she's overcome with a sense of nostalgia and excitement. Though it was the same song, the way it bounced off the walls of the concert hall and the way he focused on the notes made it feels like a completely new experience. It was more defined and robust as if it had been cultivated over the span of hundreds of years instead of just ten. It’s a truly awe-inspiring performance. As Whitley plays his setlist, he keeps up the momentum. The crowd grows more entranced by the music, and by the end, many are in tears from the sheer beauty of it. When it’s over, the crowd rises from their seats and delivers a standing ovation to the young pianist. He bows gracefully before looking up again. He sees his father applauding him from his seat while his colleagues in the other boxes do the same. However, in the corner of his eye, Whitley sees Penny clapping her heart out with the biggest smile on her face. He bows one more time, the angle hiding the warm grin on his face.

With the concert all but over, the audience is let out into the lobby, where tables of food and drink have been set up, and the rest of the evening can begin. Penny looks around, hoping to find a group of teens she could blend into while eavesdropping on the adult conversation when suddenly everyone's attention shifts to one direction. The performers have entered the room with Whitley standing in front and center, his father right beside him. With little to no hesitation, people begin crowding around the young man and congratulating him on his stellar performance. Soon the young girls begin circling him as well. Armed with a bouquet of red roses, luxurious gifts, and pleading eyes, they approach with a similar ferocity to Grimm pouncing on their prey. Penny tenses up at the sight, gripping her box of flowers tight as a wave of anxiety and jealousy hits her. It was hard enough knowing this would happen but actually seeing it was agonizing. Scores of beautiful girls showering the boy she loved with attempted affection and gifts was heartbreaking for Penny. It was only made worse by how little it seemed to bother Whitley, who just smiled and thanked them as they made passes at him. Saying things like, “ Such a fantastic show from an even more exceptional young man.” or “ My heart and soul were absolutely blessed by your presence and your performance.” and “ You really are the most incredible young man in Atlas; I'm shocked no one’s made a claim on you yet.” was maddening. Her chest was burning, and she could feel the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Had all hope she held n from their time together just been an illusion? Was she really just one in a sea of admirers he could choose from?

Penny: I can’t stay here; I can’t…look at this anymore!

She thinks before running away from the scene, fighting to keep from crying. She sits down for a moment to breathe and surveys her surroundings. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, drinking and chatting; even Hemlock and Datura were in good spirits despite their situation. There was no suspicious behavior or unruliness to be found. Except for Julia Primrose, who was sitting across the room having what appeared to be her third martini, if the glasses by her feet were any indication, while nervously bouncing a leg. She’s wearing an asymmetrical black and white gown paired with gold accessories. The sound of her heels of gold clicking against the floor seems to grow louder and louder with every passing moment. Seeing her chance, Penny gets up and walks toward her. As she walks across the room, she spots one of the girls crowded around Whitley, now standing next to an older gentleman dressed in a gray suit.

The man was tall and bulky with slicked-back black hair and an oddly playful look in his grey as he peered down at the young girl. Said girl had dark green hair, hazel eyes, and was quite tall for her age, but she still looked tiny next to the imposing man; her slender frame seemed drowned in her long red gown. The girl looks uncomfortable as the man tries to chat with her, holding her by her right shoulder as she tries to move. It’s a painful sight, one Penny knows she can't ignore. Changing directions, Penny strolls right up to them as the man continues to flirt.

Older Man In Gray: I know you must hear this a lot, but you seem really mature for your-

Penny: Excuse me?

She cuts him off mid-sentence, causing both to run their attention to her.

Penny: Can I talk to you for a minute?

Older Man In Gray:…I’m sorry, but can you wait a moment? We’re in the middle of a conversation.

Penny: I know, but there's something I really need to say to the young lady next to you.

She states while pointing toward herm. This shocks the greenette; she’d never seen this girl in her life. What would she possibly have to say to her?

Older Man In Gray: Do you? Then why don’t you just say it and leave?

Penny: It’s…not something I should say in front of you under the circumstances I need to say it.

Older Man In Gray: And why is that-

Penny: And I'm also very sure you’d feel very...uncomfortable with what you’d hear if I did say it in front of you.

She comments with slight hesitation as she pieces her statement together without triggering her tell or tipping him off. It seems to work as the man looks disgusted by the implications of her words. This shift in his mood causes his grip to loosen, which Penny uses as an opening to grab the girl’s hand and hold onto her. The man doesn’t notice as he stumbles out a reply.

Older Man In Gray: If it’s that sensitive of a topic, then I suppose you should-

Penny: Thank you for understanding.

She says with a cheerful smile before turning to the girl.

Penny: Let’s go talk somewhere quiet, okay?

The girl looks at the man, then at Penny; she sees the sincerity in her eyes and her thumb gently stroking the back of her hand as if to calm her. She didn’t know this girl, but right now, she needed to trust her.

Green-haired girl:…Okay

That confirmation was all Penny needed to pull the poor girl away from the creepy man and off into a more secluded area. Once they’re out of sight, the girl lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as they stand behind a corner.

Green-haired girl: Thank God you came when you did. I don't know how much more of that creep I could take. You really save me back there.

Penny: It’s okay; I’m used to helping people in need.

Green-haired girl: But why me? Some girl you’ve never met.

Penny tilts her head in confusion but straightens up when she recalls what type of environment she’s in. Of course, this girl didn't expect someone to do this, but Penny had her moral code to uphold, and she could only tell her what made sense to her.

Penny: I was just doing the right thing. Is there a better reason to save someone then that?

Green-haired girl: But you don’t even me! You don’t even know my name!

Penny: No, I don’t, but we can fix that right now.

Penny steps in front of her, puts the box of flowers and her clutch on the floor beside her, and goes into her greeting stance.

Penny: Salutations! My name is Penny Polendina, and it’s very nice to meet you!

She drops her signature greeting, which sends the girl into a fit of laughter while Penny returns to a relaxed stance. She starts to tear up as all the emotions she’s been holding back hit her all at once. She laughs as tears roll down her cheeks, making her mascara run. She keeps going until she’s out of breath, then wipes her eyes with her hands as she takes a minute to collect herself. When she’s finally calmed down, she's met with Penny’s warm smile, looking at her expectingly.

Esther: Esther Hellebore, charmed to meet you too.

The girl, now known as Esther, states matter o factor, a weak smile on her face. Penny smiled right back at her before picking up her things and standing beside her. This raises some curiosity in Esther as she finally notices the box Penny’s been carrying.

Esther: Sorry to ask this, but what’s with the box?

Penny: This? It’s the flowers I brought to give to one of the performers.

Esther: Okay, but the show ended a while ago. Why do you still have them?

Penny: I did try to give them to him right after the concert but couldn’t approach him.

Esther: And why’s that?

Penny: He was…(signs) preoccupied with other things.

She says solemnly, her gaze unconsciously moving to find him. She spots him in one of the seating areas, still next to his father, still talking with those girls. Esther follows her gaze and when she sees where she’s looking has a couple of guesses on what happened.

Esther: I see. So, are you a fan of his, or did your parents bring you here to try and woo him too?

Penny: No, I just…really really like him.

Esther: Oh, can’t say I understand the feeling.

She jokes, trying to lift her savior’s spirits to no avail. Seeing her cheery newfound friend slipping into sorrow sparks something in Esther. How could someone so brave be so weak in the face of such a simple problem?

Esther: Come on.

She grabs Penny’s hand and tries to pulls her back into the open. She owed this girl her safety; helping her in return was the least she could do. Penny looks at her, shocked and confused but her sudden actions.

Penny: What are you-

Esther: The night won’t last forever, and neither will those flowers, so you might as well give them to him before it’s too late.

Penny: But I-he’s-

Esther: Would you rather they rot and be throw them away then?

Penny’s eyes go wide at the question, and she looks down at the box of flowers she’d hand-picked only hours before. She had put so much effort into making the bouquet and had kicked herself for almost coming without it. Was she really going to let her insecurity foul all her hard work and feelings?

Penny: No…I can't let it end like this.

She thinks as she finally finds her courage. She pulls her head up and looks at Esther, determination burning in her eyes.

Penny: No, I wouldn’t.

Esther: Good, then let's go give them to him.

With that, the two girls march off towards the heir. As they get closer to their target, they are unfortunately spotted by the man in the gray suit who jogs towards them. Meanwhile, Whitley is in the middle of another pointless conversation with another incredibly dull girl. He’d always felt drained by situations like this, where people would seek him out just to get closer to the family fortune. The worst was when girls tried to entice him with sweet words and false affection for their own gain. It was a disgusting practice made even worse by the fact it was the same one his father used to trick his mother into the horrid sham of a marriage they had now. That fact alone made Whitley detest it, but his intolerance to it seems to have grown since he met Penny. Speaking of, Whitley could see her coming towards with a white box in her arms and recognized the stamp on its side.

Whitley: Isn’t that a box from our garden? She didn’t carry that all the way here, did she?

He thinks, nervousness and excitement coursing through him as he watches her get closer and closer. However, his view is soon barred by a man in a gray suit. The girls stop in their tracks, and Penny stands protectively in front of Esther as the man looms over them.

Older Man In Gray: There you are! I’ve been waiting for ages for you to get back! Come, let’s continue our discussion.

He says jovially, then reaches out a hand to touch Esther, but Penny blocks him by stepping fully in front of her, obstructing her completely. The man looks irritated, but this and scowls at her, but Penny doesn’t even flinch. Her mind had gone into protected mode, and right now, nothing was going to stop her from keeping Esther safe from this man.

Penny: Actually, we were just on our way to talk to someone else before you approached. So if you could please move-

Older Man In Gray: Really? Oh, how rude of you two to leave me waiting around while you go off to chat up other people! Do you even have a hint of common decency?!

He spouts loud enough to draw a bit of attention, hoping the prospect of shame will make them submit. Esther looks around, terrified of how the situation is turning. She anxious taps Penny’s shoulder and is about to whisper a plead for her to stand down, but Penny looks back at her with a reassuring gaze before getting back into the fight.

Penny: Honestly, I could ask you the same thing.

Older Man In Gray: Excuse me?! What are you blabbering about?!

Penny: I’m asking an honest question. Do you have any common decency?

Older Man In Gray: And what gives you the right to question my etiquette?!

Penny: Because under no circumstances is an adult man trying to have a private conversation with a teenage girl who is clearly uncomfortable with his presence any form of common decency.

The man recoils at her counter, and people around them begin to whisper. His face becomes red from the embarrassment of being bested by a child. This soon turns to anger as his pride can not withstand the hit, and he loses it.

Older Man In Gray: Still, you have no right to disrespect your elders like this! NOW STEP ASIDE!

He shouts at her before reaching for Esther. Before his hand can even get past her head, Penny tucks the box and her clutch under her left and grabs his wrist with her right. The man blinks. He didn't even see her move to stop him, and her grip was so firm, far stronger than any girl her size should be. This only amplifies his anger, and he raises his other hand to strike her.

Older Man In Gray: WHY YOU LITTLE-

Whitley: Chad Anderson Beelzan! What in the world do you think you're doing?

Suddenly from behind him, the voice of Whitley calls out to him, addressing him by his full name like a parent chastising their child. Penny lets go of his arm as Chad freezes in shock before stepping back and turning around to see it is, in fact, Whitley Schnee. The boy looks terrifyingly calm, but his eyes are burning with absolute fury. He hadn’t even as his father or said anything before he walked over, but when he heard that man yell at Penny and raise his hand to strike her, his body moved on its own.

Chad: Young W-Whitley, what brings you o-over here-

Whitley: Well, I was enjoying my evening until I saw a gown man accosting two young girls at my concert.

Chad: That’s not-we were just having a conversation!

Whitley: Oh really? And why were you conversing with two girls who look very reluctant to speak with you and look young enough to be your children?

Chad: I-I

The man stumbles, trying to defend himself, but the boy has him cornered. There’s no way he can escape this unscathed, not when a Schnee was the one coming at him.

Whitley: I think it would be best for everyone if you leave, Now.

Chad: But she-they-

He tries to plead, but Whitley wouldn’t waver. Looking around, the people’s perception of the situation had swayed in favor of the children as they glared at him with eyes full of disgust. Defeated, Chad lowers his head and rushes to the exit, leaving in a cloud of shame. Soon the whispers return, now outright shaming Chad’s actions as Whitley walks up to the girls to check on them.

Whitley: Are you two alright? Did he hurt you?

Penny: No, he didn’t; we’re fine.

Whitley: Thank goodness, I’m sorry this happened to you two. I’ll make sure to tighten up security and send out a code of conduct with the tickets next time.

Penny: It’s okay. This wasn't your fault.

Whitley: Whether it is or not, I can't let something like this go unaddressed. Especially when it happens at my own concert.

As soon as he says the word concert, Esther nudges Penny’s left side. Penny looks over her shoulder at her, and Esther points at the box. Remembering she still hasn’t given him the flowers, Penny takes it from under her arm and in front of her.

Penny: A-about the concert.

Whitley: Yes?

Penny: It was incredible; I’ve never experienced anything like it! Here is this for you.

She says as she holds the box out to him, which Whitley takes into his arms with care. He unties the ribbon and pulls off the lid, revealing a bouquet of yellow snapdragons, Mistral Lillies, and blue irises. There was no filler, no scenting, just a neat bouquet of hand-picked flowers. It was a simple arrangement full of wishes for happiness, hope, and good luck, and it warmed his heart.

Penny: I thought these would suit you hope you like them. Thank you for putting on such an amazing show.

At those words, Whitley’s eyes light up with happiness. After a night full of fake praise and self-serving affection, he had been handed genuine kindness from the only person who never thought to give him anything less. To most, this was the expectation, but for Whitley, it was almost overwhelming.

Whitley: Thank you, Penny; this is absolutely beautiful. I’ll be sure to treasure every petal.

He quips, eyes gleaming with joy and admiration as he gazed directly into hers. Penny's cheeks go flush, and her worries and insecurities all seem to melt away at his words. This was the way things were supposed to be; this was the kind of warmth they held whenever they were together, and nothing else could replicated it. The people around them are a bit stunned by Whitley’s demeanor. The boy with perfect manners and grace was shining even brighter than ever tonight, and they couldn’t help but be captivated by it.

Jacques: Uh-hmm

Out of nowhere, Jacques clears his throat, shattering the atmosphere. This also caused Whitley to tense up; the spark vanished from his eyes.

Whitley: Excuse me.

He states before turning around and walking back to his father’s side, carrying the flower box close to his chest. Penny watches him leave, confused by the sudden mood shift, but Esther pulls her to the side before she can openly question it. Once they sit down, Esther asks a question that’s been at the back of her head since Whitley walked up to Chad.

Esther: Penny?

Penny: Yes?

Esther: Do you by any chance know Whitley Schnee?

Penny: …Yes, I do.

Esther: I see. That…actually raises far more questions than answers.

Perplexed and exhausted, Esther lays her head on her lap and silently contemplates how her night came to this. Penny gently rubs her back reassuringly, giving her some time to sort out her thoughts. She’s watching the room while Esther’s reflecting and notices Julia Primrose looking even more nervous than before, leg shaking worse than before as she bites at her nails. Suddenly Primrose stands up, startling the person beside.

Primrose: I’m going for a smoke. I’ll be back in ten.

She asserts before walking off. Yet again Penny seed her chance, and with everything she's been through tonight, she wasn't going to miss it again. She gets up and quietly follows behind, making sure to step lightly and stay just far enough away that she wouldn’t notice her moves. Trailing her to a balcony, Penny hid behind the curtains closest to the door once Primrose steps out into the cold night air. She’s watches and listens as Primrose pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lighter from her purse, lights one up, takes take a deep drag before exhaling, letting the black smoke fall from her mouth with at sigh. Suddenly Primrose’s scroll starts ringing from inside her purse, she takes another long puff before pulling it out. When she sees the caller id, simply titled “R,” her eyes are full of rage as she harshly presses the accept call icon.

Primrose: It’s about fucking time! Why the fuck did it take you so damn long to return my call!!!

She spits out, the nerves and anger her clearly splitting out of her. She grips her scroll tightly almost enough to cause a dent as the person on the other side replies.

Primrose: Why do I sound so mad? Are shitting me?! I’m not mad; I’m pissed because I figured out what you and your crew are doing.

She says with explosive fury, as the other person tries to downplay whatever situation they’ve gotten into.

Primrose: What do I mean? I mean you’re screwing over me and keeping my product and my God damn money for fucking yourself! Do you really think I wouldn’t notice my own shit going missing in transit, or did you think I was just that fucking stupid?!

She snarls before pausing to take another hit of her cigarette. After a few puffs, she becomes scarily calm as she continues her rant.

Primrose: Now if we’re gonna kept up this arrangement you’re gonna do two things for me. One, you are going to return my tech to Ironwood before the next shipment goes out. Two, you‘re going to hold up your end of the damn deal and steal from the right company this time. Is that fucking clear?!

The caller seems to disagree with this as Primrose’s scrunched in anger at their reply and she shouts her retort into her scroll.

Primrose: OH, WHAT YOU THINK I CAN'T STOP YOU! THAT I CANT FIND, AND GET BACK AT YOU FOT ALL THE SHIT YOU’VE CAUESD ME? HA! I know damn well who the fuck you are, Hill, and trust me, if you fuck me over again, I will have you and your little gang of sluts hunted down, hung up by your cunts, and left for dead in some desolate frozen mountain lost to the shitting fucking tundra! Now do your job and get this fucking done!

She roars before hanging up and finishing her cigarette. As she fishes out another from her purse, Penny retreats back to the lobby. This was a major development as not only had she found soiled proof of Primrose’s involvement with the thefts, but the caller ID and number matched up with the rest of the evidence she’d already gathered. Now there was one confirmed conspirator and two probable, which opened a whole new line of questions on how big this scheme really was. That and she’d pick up one new piece of info on the thieves or at least their leader. Primrose had addressed them as Hill at the end of the call.

Penny: It’s most likely a surname, so the R must be their first initial.

Penny contemplates as she returns to her seat next to Esther. With this information, Ironwood would have a much easier time finding the mole on their side, and now they have a good idea of who’s involved they might be able to get one of the conspirators to turn on the thieves. These thoughts weighed on her for the rest of the night until the Schnee’s announced their departure. This quickly ended the night, and people started to leave. As the concert hall staff load up the white limousine with flowers and gifts, the Schnee men sit inside and converse.

Jacques: Whitley?

Whitley: Yes, Father.

Jacques: Can you explain why you caused a scene over Ironwood’s dog?

Whitley takes a deep breath; he knew this was coming from the moment his father called him back. He’d already thought up an explanation for his actions long before they got in the limo; now he just had to execute it properly and accept whatever punishment his words couldn't get him out of.

Whitley: I wasn’t causing a scene over Ms. Polendina, I was defusing the scene Beelzen started.

Jacques raises an eyebrow at this, and Whitley continues to clarify.

Whitley: He was the one harassing two young girls at a party where a quarter of the guests were teens. I couldn’t allow him to get away with such conduct, especially with the kind of precedent it would set.

Jacques: And what precedent is that?

Whitley: That the Schnee family allows such horrendous behavior at their events. If I hadn’t stopped him when it I did rumors would have spread that the Schnees don’t take harassment of minors seriously. It would have been disastrous to the family's reputation.

Jacques: I see.

Jacques looks Whitley over, scrutinizing his demeanor for any glimpses of weakness or fragility as he processes what the boy said. Ever since Weiss’s summoning debacle, he’d carefully repairing the damage she’d caused his image and watched Whitley for any signs of a similar outburst. The boy had never given him any trouble over anything really, especially not in public. And while his actions tonight made sense, his attitude was far from the obedient son Jacques knew. Before, the boy wouldn't even think to stand up or go to the restroom without his permission, but tonight, he acted on his own without direction and handled the situation with grace. To anyone else, this might have been a good thing, but for Jacques, this was a sign of change in attitude. The type of attitude that led his daughters to run away from home. And while Jacques knew Whitley wasn’t nearly as foolish as his elder sisters, he couldn't take any chances. He needs to stop this change in its tracks, and looking at the boxes of flowers Whitley’s holding by his side; he might have an idea of what could be provoking it.

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