The Governor's gala, the evening of the day of the election results, was held on the roof of one of the most luxurious hotels in White Capital. It was partially owned by the Thorne family, but all parties involved in the elections were invited. After all, the gala was an official event.
The winner would give a speech, while the losers would congratulate him with a fake smile.
To no one's surprise, the winner was Alistair Thorne, May's uncle and the Prime Minister's second son. The elections confirmed him as the Governor of the capital for the third time in a row.
May was standing in a corner, observing the exchanges among the people around her. Her fingers were wrapped around a glass of wine, already warm on that hot evening. Her usual, emotionless expression didn't surprise anyone, even though her grandfather had asked her to pretend to be happy about the results.
