"Quietly" Telling You: She's Supergirl??? (?)

"Kayla..."

"I've been keeping an eye on things, and there seems to be someone at your Supergirl-themed ball who doesn't really belong here."

As Maxwell Lord danced lightly to the lilting music, holding his partner's hand, he took advantage of their steps bringing them close and leaned toward her ear. He quietly murmured to the powerful woman dancing with him, Kate Grant, the CEO of CatCo Media.

"Someone who doesn't belong here?"

"I'm not quite sure what you mean, darling Lord. Who exactly are you talking about?"

Kate froze for a moment, thinking he meant there was someone unwelcome at her ball. She immediately caught on, and when the dance slowed, she began scanning the room with a puzzled look.

However,

she didn't find anything!

After all, she'd organized the ball to celebrate her media company's recent success. Aside from her employees, every guest was a member of high society whom she'd personally vetted. There didn't seem to be anyone particularly obnoxious or disliked by the others.

She'd personally chosen every invitee herself, after all. There was bound to be no one antisocial or hated by everyone.

"Come on..."

"Kate, that little girl over there—I remember she's the one you adopted from overseas, right? Don't you think she should be at home in bed right now?"

Seeing his partner's gaze sweep over the guests one by one, Maxwell Lord gestured with his chin toward a very conspicuous little girl sitting at a table in the buffet area and stuffing her face.

Generally speaking, children weren't usually brought to evening galas and balls... Of course, he wasn't talking about the girl's messy eating. That wasn't the point.

Letting a little girl stay up so late and wander into a ball full of adults on her own was a very bad idea.