Daphne smoothed over her white, ruffled gown as she entered Zach's room at exactly eight. She always liked being prompt. As she picked her bag of presents from the floor, she spotted Theodore and Zach standing together and smiled. Maybe she could relax for the night.
"Happy birthday, Smith," Daphne called out, holding out her bag. She sincerely hoped Zach liked what she got him, even if the two of them were not terribly close. She had picked him out an outfit on pure instinct; she saw the sharp scarlet dress robes at Twilfit & Tatting's and thought of him immediately.
Absent-mindedly she glanced over at the refreshment table and wrinkled her nose. "I see a lot of firewhiskey. No margaritas, Smith?"