8:30 ᴘᴍ :: ʀᴏʀʏ + ᴏᴘᴇɴ Rory Brynn was trying like hell to be the optimist she used to be. Tonight was the kind of night that invited fun. A chance to be inconspicuous. A chance to be someone else for a little while. For anonymous rendezvous with strangers in dark masks and feeling like she was back to being herself again. She was determined that she was going to have as much fun as she could tonight. Dancing (hopefully) and taking in how pretty everything was. Enjoying the music. Enjoying the food. Trying to feel normal again. Events like this were the kinds of things one read about in romance novels or saw in movies that were just a little bit too surreal to take seriously.
And yet, here she stood, dress fitted to her curves and slung low across her back (chosen by Farrah, Stella, and Laura no less), shoes comfortable yet pretty, her mask fitted to her face and accentuating the smokey eye she'd let Farrah do... maybe during the events of the night her hair would even change back to it's normal color. The platinum her hair had faded to at Farrah's during that meeting was actually styled in a way that would catch the eye for the first time since then instead of up in the tight bun she'd been wearing it in.
She just had to smile and be optimistic. She could do that. Tonight would be fun. Tonight would turn things around. And who knew, maybe she'd even meet someone who could distract her from everything else for a while. It would be nice. Yes. That's what tonight would bring. Tonight would change things for her. She could feel it. She just had to embrace it. So, here was Rory Brynn: half-Veela, doctor, prodigy; embracing whatever fate decided to throw at her in an effort to make things better. Tonight was going to be a great night...