Maria felt there was nothing wrong with being fashionably late to a party. Besides, she'd had to help little Tohru get dressed. She liked the girl, oddly enough. She blamed her maternal instincts on the her that wasn't her, the one that had come before. She had wanted a daughter.
But parties...Parties were more Maria's style. There were people, she could dance, what wasn't there to enjoy? She preferred a fast life, one of pleasure and decadence. And the ballroom certainly looked decadent tonight.
Brushing a hand through her blond and pink hair, Maria entered the ballroom ahead of Torhu. She was rather pleased with her costume - it was ironic. Maria was dressed in a flowing white off the shoulder dress, belted at the waist with silver. A small pair of fake white wings were strapped to her shoulders, and a crooked halo dipped down over her bangs.