When the time came, it was as beautiful as the very first night she attended. Although not as many guests, the servants were all dressed in their finest and having the time of their lives. At the top of the staircase stood Ares, overlooking the party. He was dressed in a purple hued velvet coat with a frilled black shirt and black trousers and cuffed boots. His hair was in a neat ponytail again, with his infamous white gloves. He never took them off, she realized.