The invitation had said the party began at nine, so promptly at nine, Seshat was standing just outside the string of paper lanterns, watching a lovely couple dance. She lifted her wrist to check her watch, to be certain she was not too early, only to see nothing but bare arm. That's right. She'd left her watch at home. Along with her good sense, she feared.
For not the first time in the evening, Seshat feared that she may have chosen the wrong dress for this party. She'd had one all picked out in the store. It was a cute beige satin with a knee length hem on the a-line skirt and sensible cap sleeves. While it was relatively warm in Greece this time of year, it was by no means Summer. Instead, she'd been talked into a short sheath of a dress that made her feel somewhat like an overstuffed sausage.
But the rather effeminate salesman had told her that she looked "absolutely scrumptious enough to eat, like a gourmet chocolate waiting to be unwrapped" in it. And Seshat had abruptly had visions of her husband doing the unwrapping, so in the heat of the moment, had purchased it, along with a plain brown satin mask that matched. But thus far, Djeheuty had done little that indicated he planned to unwrap anything. She wasn't certain he even knew what she was wearing.
He was, however, apparently pleased with the opportunity to spend the evening out. She couldn't help but give him an indulgent smile. He did so like chatting with people, and he had a much easier time of it than she did. So tonight would be fun, just to get to watch him in this environment.
Giving his arm a little squeeze, she asked her husband, "It looks very nice, don't you think?"