The rest of the week played out as usual, but when Tuesday rolled around, both British former Golden Ticket winners got all dressed up for this most elegant of events. Knowing that Veruca took far too long to get ready, Charlie told her he would arrive at five to pick her up in hopes that being told an earlier time would counterbalance Veruca's excessive beauty regiment and thus they would actually arrive on time. But, surprisingly, Veruca was capable of getting ready on time; the only reason she took her time getting ready the first two times she went out with Charlie was because she simply didn't want to go out and she might as well have made The Lucky Boy wait as payback. But now, she actually wanted to spend a night out on the town and go to a fancy banquet, even if it was with Good Boy Charlie; spending an evening with the poor kid from the factory tour no longer seemed as bad as it did before the dinner. Seeing as she was ready for this banquet she was promised, when the clock struck five, Veruca took the elevator down to the lobby and expected to see an anxious Charlie trying to prod her about why she took so long to get ready. However, what she saw surprised her, she saw nothing, absolutely nothing; the only other people she could see was the doorman standing outside and Herp behind the concierge's desk. A bit of Veruca was getting angry at Charlie for not being here on time, especially after he wouldn't stop riding her back for taking so long to come down the other times. But before she could pull out her phone to call and scream at Charlie for standing her up like this, the voice of the ever-loyal concierge began complementing her.

"May, I say, you look ravishing, Miss Veruca. Just dashing!"

Instead of thanking her apartment's concierge for his flattering comments, Veruca only saw Herp's comments as someone stating a fact rather than someone being polite, leading her to pridefully reply, "I know, Herp."

Herp learned to expect comments not traditionally seen as polite from Veruca following him serving as a concierge during the entire time she lived at The Stourton Block, but it would be improper for an employee to reprimand a tenant, so instead he pointed out the brat's get-up, and asked, "Where exactly is it you're going if you're dressed so elegantly?"

"I'm attending an award banquet with Mr. Bucket. That's if he even gets here," Veruca replied as she put another coat of lipstick on, growing frustrated at Charlie not being present.

Mr. Bucket had become a difficult issue for Herp, seeing as he had witnessed the heir's failed attempt to kiss Veruca the week prior. His job was to be ready to serve the tenants of the building, but in order to fulfil that duty he felt he had to come clean with what he knew, so he confided in the building's most prominent resident, "Well, speaking of Mr. Bucket. I feel you should know that I saw everything that happened between you two last week."

"Everything?!" The little brute asked, actually sounding a bit scared when she did, almost as if she didn't really want to know the answer.

"Everything. But, don't fear Miss Veruca, your secret is safe with me, all of them," Herp assured her.

At first, Veruca didn't really know what to do with this other than try to ignore it and hope it all went away, but the concierge just wouldn't let what he saw slide, instead choosing to point out, "This is the third time you'll go out with Mr. Bucket. Is there any way I could be of assistance?"

"Why would I need your help, Herp?"

The concierge found her response to be rather hilarious, seeing as how Veruca couldn't even manage all of her mail without him organizing it for her and having it delivered to her penthouse, but he kept a straight, professional face, and responded, "You know there are people out there who wouldn't take too kindly to the idea of you spending so much time with him."

"I don't know what you're insinuating. He's the one who's totally obsessed with me," Veruca retorted as she put on more lipstick, popping her lips to even it all out.

"You recognize that, yet you choose to spend more time with him."

"Well, you don't have to worry about anything happening between us, he's far too strange for my taste," the little brute replied, verbalizing her honest opinion of Charlie in hopes of getting the concierge to stop looking for meaning in her time spent with the heir.

However, all this talk about Charlie only helped to bring up something she experienced the last time the two spent time together, which she explained to Herp, "Although, something even more strange happened when we were out having dinner. He compared me to a man who is absolutely bonkers and there was cutlery set out at the table, so obviously I wanted to ram the knife into his throat to punish him."

"Obviously," Herp replied in an utmost serious tone, trying to keep a stoic expression while in the back of his mind he agreed with Charlie's supposed assessment that the heiress was in fact bonkers.

But, despite her sole audience member thinking she was completely insane for contemplating murder at a dinner, in a sense, Veruca managed to redeem herself by explaining what led her not to commit a crime, elaborating, "But the mental image of him choking to death on his own blood surprisingly made me feel nauseous and outright depressed, so I restrained myself and didn't go through with it."

The brat's inability to define what she apparently felt as shame and grief was simply too much for the concierge to handle, he pondered what kind of twisted mind laid underneath that neatly styled hair, a mind that couldn't comprehend basic compassionate human emotions before simply blurting out, "Wha...no! Veruca, when the thought of someone suffering bodily harm makes you feel depressed...well, that means you care for him."

Veruca didn't want to be having a conversation about any supposed feelings she had for her fellow Golden Ticket winner, and she confronted the concierge about it, running her right index finger into his chest as she growled back, "You better stop barking up that tree, Herpes. I don't even like him."

"You don't like him?"

"I mean, look at me," Veruca said, posing in a way that accentuated her tiny waist, as well as her other assets that western society views as desirable among women.

The little brute had grown up to be an attractive woman and she knew that very well, leading her ego to proclaim, "Like you said, ravishing and dashing. And now look at him. Don't tell me you think there's a chance this could ever be with that."

"Yet, like I said before, you keep choosing to spend more time with him?" Herp sniped back, only to receive one of Veruca's side snares.

An awkward silence descended over the lobby, Veruca did not take kindly to Herp's intrusion and prodding into her private life, especially anything having to do with Charlie. It was not just uncommon for a concierge to be so brash with his tenants, it was downright unprecedented and in violation of the norms that governed the relationships between the apartment building's staff and the residents. The only reason Herp had the courage to act the way he did with Veruca was because he was put in the role of concierge for a reason, and pretty much no matter what he did, he knew that he would not be fired simply because he broke the employee's code of conduct. Serving as a concierge at The Stourton Block literally gave Herp a front row seat to Veruca's life; every package, every visitor that headed her way had to go through him before getting into the elevator, and that experience reaped a lot of intel concerning just what kind of person Veruca was. He'd gotten to know which liquors and which brands Veruca preferred, as well as the family that would come over for a bit, the only people who ever paid her a visit until Charlie came into the picture, and with that came insight into the small, but ever-present, number of relationships the brat had.

The silence was beginning to become too uncomfortable for Herp, and the only thing that broke it was an odd question about the heir he had rattling in the back of his mind, which he then asked, "He hasn't asked about that tan-line on your finger?"

This question was the straw that broke the camel's back for Veruca, sounding genuinely offended, she turned to face Herp, and replied, "What are you talking about, Herpes? Look!"

"See, no tan-line! There's nothing on my finger," the brat added, pressing the back of her right hand up against Herp's face for him to see.

The Bad Nut was known for not telling the truth, but this time around she was, Herp studied the hand in front of him and noticed that it was, in fact, empty. There was nothing odd about Veruca's hand, it seemed like any other normal hand, but in all the confusion that arose from this encounter all he could do was ask, "Are you at least going to let Mr. Bucket know the reason why you didn't let him kiss you?"

"He doesn't have to know, and you better not tell him either. Mark my words, if I learn that you didn't keep your mouth shut, I'll have Daddy ship you off somewhere no one would ever be able to find you!"

Herp could recognize the threat Veruca was lobbing at him, but he knew it would take more than inconveniencing the brat for him lose his position, yet he decided to pull back from his line of questioning, but not before casually pointing out the irony in how the heiress treated Charlie, and sarcastically saying, "Well, now I don't even know why me telling him would matter, seeing as how you don't even like him."

"Shut up, you bloody twat!" The little brute snapped back with all the rage she could muster. At this point, Veruca was sick of the mind games, all she wanted to do was get to this banquet and hit the bar. Hopefully, that way she could forget everything Herp kept pestering her about, but even still, she couldn't shake the questions he asked her out of her head.

It took a while, but Charlie eventually arrived at Stourton to pick Veruca up, only to be greeted by the frustrated screams of the grown-up brat angry at him for making her wait out in the lobby so long for him to show up. Charlie had gone all-out with his look for the evening; he wore his black tux with a white dress shirt that had black buttons and paired it all off with a black bow tie. He neatly combed his hair into a cowlick that leaned towards the right with his hair parting line running towards the back of his head from his left temple, and most notably, he shined his hair and held it in place by using conspicuous amounts of Wonka's Hair Cream. With his hair combed back, it only emphasized Charlie's blue eyes, which brightened everything he feasted his sights on, not unlike Veruca's enormous blues, except hers only spewed frustration at the heir for arriving later than when he had told her he'd arrive. While the brat kept screaming at him, Charlie was able to zone out the noise she made all because he was memorized by her elegance and personal decorum. Veruca wore a tight-fitting, red high-slit, V-neck long gown with a pair of black high-heeled shoes and she even combed her hair all the way to the back where she kept the curls in their place with a broach, similar to what she did with her hair during the tour of the factory. The Bad Nut was all dolled up and Charlie thought she looked amazing, he found himself staring at one of her long, toned, ex-ballerina legs that stuck out of the slit on the right side of the gown, he was so entranced by its beauty that he was almost drooling all over it, all the while getting berated by the queen of insults and ill-temperament.

Despite Charlie's fascination with her looks, Veruca didn't take kindly to someone ogling her this time, she wanted his attention on her mouth, so she approached the heir's face, and screamed near his ear, "Are you even listening to me?!"

"Oh, what?! Um, yes, I'm here, Veruca. Are you ready?" Charlie stammered as he snapped out of his trance and reawakened to find an angry Veruca staring him down.

The Good Boy signaled his guest towards the street corner where he had parked his car, and as the two made their way over to the vehicle, the brat asked, "I've been waiting down here for almost half an hour, where were you?"

Charlie wasn't going to admit that he lied to Veruca about the time of the event because he thought she would take forever to get ready, but he also couldn't lie to her either, the only thing he could do was stretch the truth a little bit, timidly explaining, "Oh, you know, traffic, and such."