Dorian quickly got up from his seat when he spotted Madelyn in the hallway and approached her. Taking her coffee, he gave a cheerful grin, but his eyes showed a hint of guilt. "Madelyn," he said. "What are you doing here? Didn't Prof. Monet ask you to be downstairs with the guests? Why'd you come up?"

Madelyn smiled slightly, "Prof. Monet had to leave for an interview with the international journalists. Could one of you help cover for me downstairs at the event? You might get a chance to mingle