Wanda had stared at the announcement perhaps longer than necessary. The irony of the situation was hard to look past, though. She'd had half a mind to turn tail and head back to her apartment. Everyone had been invited which meant everyone could be there.
It meant that she could come face to face with the young girl who, from what Wanda now knew, was absolutely terrified of her. Not that Wanda could hold that against her. The things she had done to her and put her through...seeing the boys again would be wonderful, but not like that. Not at the cost of another life. They'd already lost enough.
"One plate over is the chocolate pastries," she offered to a familiar face, collecting a few on her own small plate. "Be careful of the lemon ones to the left."