With great fame, comes great danger
So, they had agreed to go the charity ball. Heather recognized a few people, she thought. The mayor, for one. Maybe a couple local celebrities. And sadly, a fair amount of media coverage inside, though the team had managed to escape at least some of the attention.
She was carrying a drink. Not because she could drink it, but because it at least gave her something to do with her hands. She was a little uncomfortable, she had to admit, with this much of an overt display of wealth and power.
But it was good for them and good for the city and, more importantly, good for the people they'd helped. She just had to keep telling herself that.
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