This is your chance to make a glittering display that will have all eyes on you.
One of the footmen refilling a tray looks familiar as well, and when he turns, you recognize Joran, your company's leading man. When he catches your eye, he shrugs and points to the tray in his hand as if to pantomime "it's a job."
Scanning the crowd, you finally catch sight of Salar. He's dressed in an outfit you recognize as having come out of the Odeon's prop box. It's a little antique and a little loud for the occasion, but he doesn't, at least, look obviously like the long-lost son of Cenone's rival and victim; he looks like a young man dressed up in clothes that came from a trunk put away in his fashionable father's youth. Salar isn't dancing; he's watching the Raven.