The Opera...#1

The city lights twinkle through Bianca's bedroom window as she stands before her walk-in closet, wearing dark jeans and a casual silk blouse in deep emerald. Her honey-blonde hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders as she contemplates her wardrobe with Nada beside her.

"You really think it's believable that I just happen to be there?" Bianca asks, smoothing her hands over her casual outfit.

Nada, sharp and sophisticated in a black Chanel suit with subtle gold hardware and pointed stilettos, gives her a knowing smile. "Of course. Don't you support the arts in education? Besides, most of the other attendees will assume that you paid $5,000 to be there, just like them."

"This thing is $5,000 a ticket?! Damn, rich people know how to fundraise." Bianca's eyes widen.