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The Italian girl had managed to transform into the Italian lady on the night of the Prince of Monaco's son's party. In place of her usual ensemble, Moira had donned a pretty enough gown for the event, finally choosing a rich satin fabric dyed purple after fighting internally on whether or not a sleek suit would be appropriate.

For the son of a Prince's birthday celebration? She doubted it. So Moira fondly slid the satin over her head and smoothed it straight, then grabbed her jacket and put it on. She'd been ready, mostly, since the morning. She made sure her hair looked nice enough, and grabbed her spagetti-stringed purse. Then she turned, and left her room, to meet with Shee and the other recruit accompanying her on the mission.

Moira was nervous, but it didn't show too much. She was more excited, and that helped a little bit with stilling her nerves. Just remember. Get all the information you think would be relevant.

And to help her with that? She'd installed a microphone into her left earring, to record anything her conversations might get her. Oh yes, Moi was a smart duck.

Patting a last strand of hair in place, Shee got up to answer the door as she heard a loud knock and a muffled voice that sounded like Laurel's. And she seemed to be asking for help. Shee frowned. From what little she knew of Laurel, that couldn't be right.

Although she'd met the Scottish woman during the jet mix-up debacle, it had been very briefly, and she still didn't know her very well at all. The other recruit, Moira, was even more of a mystery to her.

Opening the door, she saw Laurel standing there in her regular clothes. OK, so she did need some help.

"Hi Laurel! Come in. Did you find any dressy things in your closet at all?"

As Shee was about to close the door, she thought she heard the sounds of another person approaching. Probably, Moira, she reasoned.

Sticking her head out into the doorway, she yelled, "Just come in, Moira. Laurel's already here."

"That's OK. I'm sure we can find something for you in here."

Shee turned and flung open a set of heavy wooden doors with relish. This was going to be fun.

Whisking through the myriad of colours draped over fat metal hangers, Shee quickly found what she was looking for. Holding up a floor-length, pale golden gown, Shee grinned.

"Luckily, I haven't gotten this hemmed yet, so it should fit you. And you'll look so pretty in it!"

Indeed, the gown was sizably longer than Shee was tall. It glittered as it swung on its hanger, the neck high and the back daringly low.

Moira had come in after Laurel, when Shee had mentioned she could, and smiled at Laurel slightly. She seemed to be having trouble dressing. No matter, Shee would help. Moira stood off to the side, waiting quietly while she watched Shee move through the many colors of dresses in her wardrobe.

She looked at Laurel and smiled a little. "Nervous?" She asked idly, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall patiently. She was, but it wasn't that bad. It was just a party, her earrings would do all the work so long as her hair didn't get wet.

"A bit," She told the Italian lady.

Laurel could only nod and take the dress to the room. As quick as she could she changed, making sure to keep her necklace on. She went over to the washroom to try to prep. She did attempt to look proper.

'Okay, maybe this will work?' Laurel was thinking to herself, not sure if she was just being overly critical or if she didn't have it down.

Going back through the dressing room and back to the other ladies, the woman wondered yet again why she signed up for this mission.

"Yes, ma'am." Moira grinned a little at Shee, and turned to start walking with them. The hanger, to Las Vegas' party, and hopefully to a successful mission. She glanced at Laurel and grinned. "You look nice in that, by the way." She offered with a grin.

The dress did look nice on her. The necklace was a nice accessory, but it did make her curious as to what it meant to Laurel, if she'd requested to wear it along with the gown. Family heirloom, perhaps?

She shrugged the question off, and attempted to internally prepare herself for socializing with the finest for information.

Moira arched an eyebrow at the jet, and frowned a little. "We'll all fit right?" It was small... She went in after Shee, and moved to sit down and make herself comfortable.

Even for a few hours, she wanted to be comfortable in the miniature jet. She situated herself, and then looked at Shee. "So. We're just gathering information and whatnot, right?" She wanted to make sure that was it.