Sariah smiled and took Cyrille's hand, laughing when he spun her. "It's not so bad. I'm sure you have...pressures that I do not," she said, following him down to the path. "As for distraction, you can be part of the best-dressed group at the party, with pockets charmed large enough to smuggle champagne out to the stables once I've been sufficiently seen." This was the plan -- make a circuit of the room for the first hour while some minor hullabaloo happened to make it a real birthday party, then sneak out to the stables and have a sub-party with her friends. Her brother had already agreed to cover for her, and to fetch her occasionally to make another circuit so no one would suspect. Father would know, but he was rather unlikely to mind. He'd prefer she find a way to enjoy her party than just be a pretty but miserable decoration to please her mother.