Amy had been at the Halloween party not even five minutes and she had already got more than enough looks from everyone at sight of her Halloween costume. She knew she was going outside of the box since she dressed less risque than she would normally, but it was Halloween and in her mind, it was the night to go crazy. She mentally prepared herself for what her brother and parents were going to do when they saw her, but she would worry about that later. For now she was going to have as much fun as she could in her French Maid costume, complete with long white gloves and a feather duster. She personally loved the boots she wore and it showed as she walked around, drinking punch and checking out the scene before her, and looking for familiar faces.