The Peninsula Hotel was dressed to impress, a dark maroon carpet lead the way from the street, where the fundraiser attendees would be dropped off by their limos and stylish town cars and ran through to the great glass door that was opened by an older man who constantly wore a smile on his face. Once inside, a coat check stood to the right and signs with an elegant script directed the way up an elevator to the second floor where the ball room that had a wonderful view of Sacramento's city park was located. A bar stood, well equipped for the crowd that was gathered.
Lisbon felt silly walking up to the doors on a red carpet, especially at the thought that they were late. Her feeling of silliness developed into a full blown panic attack when her friend, Allen, helped her out of her long black coat. Looking down at the dress she had worn during this undercover assignment, she wished she could turn and run back to her apartment. The dress she had picked out had two perks to it, it covered h