I had no choice but to follow Margot through the throng of people. With Alistair out of sight and with no other familiar faces anywhere, I was left with the company of Ezio's older sister.
She weaved through the dance floor, either oblivious or not caring about the dancers, and beelined towards a cluster of tables near the buffet area. All throughout, men and women approached her with bright smiles and praises. It was clear she was almost as popular and revered as Alistair was.
We finally reached the table Margot was heading for, and she immediately grabbed two glasses of champagne from a waiter. She gave one to me and sipped from her own while her green eyes observed all my movements.
"So... Violet... hm, I didn't catch your surname, and Alistair didn't say anything," Margot said with
