"I'm guessing you want to show me something?"

The six of us had only entered the conference room a few seconds ago. I tense up, my fingers tightening their grasp on Laurel's canvas. When I realize that it's only Mr. Wallace, my muscles relax, but my heart still pounds loudly at what he'll say after seeing the drawing. I glance over at Sophie and notice how she seems to have the same expression as me. Sighing, I shake my head explain ourselves. "Actually, Mr. Wallace- you're correct; we do want to show you something. But-" I pause, glancing over my shoulder at the others. "It's a picture. A drawing, to be specific, on what we think David Grahams looked like when he wasn't disguised.."

At this, Mr. Wallace straightens, his face rather tense. "When he was disguised? He would've looked almost the same as he would now, wouldn't he?" He then studies our faces. "Or...I'm wrong." He then facepalms himself. "Of course, the pictures I gave to the Sovereigns."

Sophie nods. "We spent the last few hours learning that David changed his appearance. Using photos and images online, we've come to a unanimous decision that this is most likely what he looks like."

I nod, agreeing to Sophie's explanation. I sneak a glance at the female Percipient as I flip the canvas over so David's face is facing Mr. Wallace's direction. Since the canvas blocks me from seeing Mr. Wallace's expression, I inch towards Sophie and whisper, "What does he look like? Surprised?

Sophie opens her mouth to say something, then closes it for a moment. Sophie looks at my eyes before ducking away from my gaze. Then she replies quietly, "Um... more like expressionless. If anything, he looks confused and in awe."

I frown at this. Gently placing the canvas on the ground, I ask Mr. Wallace, "Well..? What do you think, Mr. Wallace?"

He suddenly shakes his head, as if he were snapped out of a trance. "It's a nice drawing..." Mr. Wallace begins, furrowing his eyebrows. "Amazing, even. But I don't think I've seen him like this before, so I'll take a look later. Is that alright?" He looks directly at Sophie and me for our opinions.

Sophie and I look at each other. I nod at her before turning towards Mr. Wallace again. "We're fine with you looking at the picture later," I tell him, straightening up. "Do you want us to leave it here with you?" He nods, and I walk over to hand him the canvas. Returning to my original spot, I ask, "When do you want us to come back?"

Mr. Wallace hesitates for a moment, thinking. Then he shrugs. "Sure, if you want that. Come down at dinner. I'll tell you guys whatever I can find on it. How about that?"

This time, he looks at all of us as we nod. We then thank him and turn around to leave.

Suddenly, Mr. Wallace's voice rings out, "Tonight's going to be a rather elegant feast, so dress accordingly."

The six of us don't say anything as we exit the conference room. But when the doors closed, Audrey and Donovan let out the groans they held in for the past minute or so. Laurel squeals as she hugs herself while Benen just wears a confused smile on his face. And at this, Sophie and I do the thing we're becoming known for- shaking our heads.

...

(A/N: Sophitz moment. Yeah, I'm going to be notifying you when Sophitz is the main part. Have fun with that.)

After another refreshing shower, I'm quite surprised find a suit perfectly fit for me in my walk-in closet. Black slacks, a white shirt, and a black coat are laid out for me, making me wonder who has access to my room since I didn't see the suit before. A scowl on my face, I don't hesitate into changing into the elegant attire. I look over to my right to see a neat, teal tie hanging off of a clothing hanger. Furrowing my eyebrows more, I carefully take the tie and go into the bathroom, wasting no time in putting on my tie effortlessly. I go back to the closet to also find a pair of black dress shoes in my size. Shaking my head, I also slip the shoes on.

Just as I finally finish getting ready, my room echoes with knocks on my door. Raising an eyebrow, I open to the door to see a rather frantic male Altruistic. I can't help but smile when Benen says, "I don't know how to tie a bowtie, and I'm pretty sure I have to wear one." He feebly hands the black bowtie to me. "Can you help me?"

I nod, not trusting myself to hold in a chuckle. I step aside so he can walk in, then close the door behind him. He turns around to face me as I quickly wrap the bowtie around his neck before tying it. A few seconds later, we both finish getting ready. Benen smiles sheepishly, which makes me laugh. I then run a hand through my hair. "Do you think Mr. Wallace found anything?" I ask, uncertainty becoming evident on my features.

Benen shrugs. "Maybe," he says unhelpfully. "But who knows? We'll just have to ask him."

I open my mouth to say something, but I'm cut off when I hear someone squeal. Loudly. I skeptically glance over at Benen before I open the connecting door to Sophie's room. Inside, I find Laurel squealing as she hovers over someone, blocking our view. She then twirls around in her white dress. I frown as Benen calls out, "Laurel? Shouldn't we be leaving now?"

I hear a familiar voice say, "That's right... Laurel! How long did you keep me here?" When my mind makes the connection, I can't help but dread the possibility of being speechless again.

As Laurel moves to the side, she giggles uncontrollably. "An hour!"

Sophie shakes her head as she stands up, her blue and silver dress wavering with every move. She sighs as she glances between the female Altruistic and her reflection. Sophie then notices me and turns away. I swear that I saw blush on her face, and I don't have to know that my cheeks are reddening as well.

I try to say something, but for some reason- again- my voice is failing me. I glare at Benen when he elbows me, one of his "signature" grins plastered across his face. Shaking my head, I say, "Um, yeah. We should probably..." I point towards the door and rub the back of my neck, purposely diverting my eyes and hoping that my blush isn't as red as it was when Steven "interrogated" me.

Benen smiles at me, nudging his head towards Sophie. As I fail to ignore his antics and blush, the male Altruistic asks, "Have either one of you two seen Donovan or Audrey?"

As both of them shake their heads, I hear knocking coming from my room. Politely excusing myself, I open my bedroom door again to see Donovan and his attempt to be formal. I refrain from shaking my head and say, "What took you so long?"

Donovan just shrugs as he enters my room. "Audrey and I were waiting for the four of you to come down, and Mr. Wallace wasn't there either," he explains. "So we decided to come back up to your room, since we usually come up here anyways." I roll my eyes as we walk to Sophie's room again. This time, I see Audrey in an army green dress rolling her eyes at Laurel as she twirls around in her dress again. I find myself staring at Sophie again as well, and realize that she's staring at me at the same time. I finger my tie and begin blushing when Donovan nudges me. "So that's why you were still up here," he says, making my cheeks flush more. "You wanted to be with Sophie..."

"I- um... I, well, you-" I stutter, my cheeks reddening more. Glaring at Donovan, I shake my head regretfully when he laughs at me. Then remembering where we're supposed to be, I say out loud, "Shouldn't we be heading down now?"

Everyone nods, and we head towards the elevator. Laurel presses a button, swaying back and forth as we all wait for the elevator to arrive. Moments later, the now-familiar ding of the elevator traipses as its metal doors open slowly.

But before I can process what I'm seeing, Laurel's scream summarizes it for me.

In front of us, the canvas of David's face leans against the back wall, a large cut slicing through the actual face. I remember that it was Laurel's drawing that was handed to Mr. Wallace, and one question echoes in my mind: why wasn't the portrait with Mr. Wallace?

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Laurel walking towards the ripped painting. Before I can stop myself, I hold an arm up to stop anyone, including her, from nearing that canvas. "Stay right where you are," I instruct, my eyes narrowing at the ripped piece of art. I turn back to the others. "We know that we found the ripped painting, but the person who did it doesn't know that." An idea clicks in my head, and I smirk. "Benen, do you remember how your drawing looked exactly like Laurel's?"

Benen nods, confusion clearly written across his face.

"We can use that, but we need to hide it." I tap my chin, wondering. I snap my fingers in realization. "Put it in your room, Benen. Since the perpetrator wouldn't expect that." I see that only Sophie understands what I said and groan. "Just put it in your room using the other elevator so the person who did it won't know." When Benen nods in comprehension, I suppress my facepalm and shake my head instead. I then press the button for the elevator again. This time, the other elevator opens as the one with the canvas closes.

"Why'd you do that, Fitz?" I hear Laurel ask.

"Because," I begin, walking into the now open elevator. As the others walk in as well, I add, "We have an 'elegant feast' to attend to. And we can't let anyone know. Not yet."