Lilith had never seen people throw such parties, not like these. Fancy barely touched it. Elegant and rich with music and food and drink. She'd even had a sip of champagne herself tonight, toasting Mr. Goyle's new appointment; it would have been rude to not, really.
And it had been a reason for new robes, these in darkest midnight blue velvet trimmed in silvery pearls. Prissy had woven a strand of pearls through her hair as well. "I feel like a princess. Pearls and new robes and a prince to whisk me into a dance..." She drew her hand down Rabastan's arm, fingertips tracing the shape under his elegant clothing. "Soon we'll be able to dance closer," she said with a smile, wrapping an arm impulsively around his neck.