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The gala was the first one that Sam had gotten dragged to in over a year. Not since she had made a scene at the last with a well placed foot that caused the host to make an unfortunate fall. Which he had deserved for attempting to flirt with her months before her eighteenth birthday. But this gala was in Gotham and being hosted for an environmental fund. So it wasn't the worst one.
And there was the bonus that there was a very pretty girl about her age that kept looking at Sam. Specifically in the same way that Sam was watching her. One who had dark hair cut into a bob and was wearing a long black dress that Sam was almost jealous of. Which was to say with the fact that she was very tempted to go over and try to talk to her. Though she wasn't sure how.
But that choice was taken when the girl approached her first.
"Would you dance with me?" she asked.
"I'd love to."
They went onto the dance floor and began to dance.
"I'm Sam Manson."
"Cassandra Wayne."
If this went any further, she wouldn't hear the end of it.