Émilie kept a smile on her face as she enjoyed the match, leaning against him ever so slightly to cozy up but also keeping it quite discreet, accepting the kiss without turning her head to keep the appearances, and because she knew she wouldn't be able to contain herself and would kiss him. However, his words made her turn to look at him with bigger eyes. "You're donating that much?" Ém had donated a considerably small sum from what was rightfully yours from the Millefeuille farm, and Don had told her he'd donate as well, but never asked how much, and she couldn't express how much she appreciated that gesture. He didn't have to as, with them being so close to getting married, well, it wasn't the goal to have family and the fiancé donating for the cause she worked for. It seemed they were doing very good as 'Le Havre de Cannes' would be bigger than initially planned, but she hadn't had the time to pay a visit as they rebuilt and restyled the large building. Ever since the beginning of the month, he had been doing such grand gestures of love, bigger than they usually were, and though she didn't need them, they managed to make her fall deeper in love, if possible. Émilie tilted her head and examined his face as he took her hand and kissed it. "You're crazy, have I told you that? I love you so much." She grinned, laughing under her breath as she repeated it to him at least once a day. "If that's the purpose, then I'll be cheering for the Irish, loud and clear." Their chatter wouldn't interrupt the game for anyone in the VIP stand, their voices almost drowned by the cheering, hailing and loud clapping, sometimes overcome by the booing whenever the chasers got and lost the quaffle, or got too dangerously close to the rings.
Everyone was far too distracted after the first score, courtesy of the Irish, and turned to look at Don a second time, biting her bottom lip as she gazed past him towards Jin, Cayden and the Minister. Many of the high-ranked Officials had left the box, and the same had happened with Heads of the many wards. "I like how you think, mon amour... I bet... oh, I know! We're gonna return to a 3-1, keep the right to say who'll have the upper hand," she leaned in to kiss him, but a flashy figure caught her attention and Ém hadn't been able to close her eyes when she saw Nicloas Alcaldo looking like some psycho pimp. Her lips had touched Don's but she was quick to turn to the front, visibly upset and folding her arms. "What in the hell is he doing here?" No, she wasn't blaming Don or anything, but he had broken the security and, if he dared talking to them, she'd be in great trouble as Jin would perhaps think she had taken the liberty to invite him. "Don't you talk to him in here, please." She didn't want to cause any scenes, and just knew Don was capable of be the best ofr friends despite the situation. Ém looked up again and found Jin talking to him and she covered her face. "This is it. I'm fired as of now." She could only pray for Nic to act like a grown ass man for once in his life, even after having fucked it up so good by choosing that outfit and walking into the area like she owned the place. "Come on, let's just leave right now, I need some air." Émilie stood up, her back turned to Jin. The perfect escape when she was feeling the anxiety brewing inside of her, and also it would add some space in between them and Nic. Everything she wanted was to keep her job and enjoy a public event for once.