When Josie had located the invitation in her mail box, she literally squealed with excitement. She'd already been known as a party girl, but there was no denying that parties on Destruction hardly compared to parites in Paris high society. But this, this party seemed like it was going to be the closest thing to home she'd seen in years. Of course she planned to attend (Josie never missed a party), but she didn't push her brother about going. They'd ended up parting ways at the last two gatherings they'd attended together, and all of her efforts to make Christien more sociable were failing miserably. She'd left the invitation out for him to see, and decided to leave it up to him to decide whether he was going to attend or not.
In advance, she'd browsed the available costumes, but decided to branch off and do something of her own. She'd always been good at putting together pieces, even designing something of her own. And with a little help from one of the local dressmakers, she was able to step out in her own original piece. She wasn't sure if her dress was appropriate or not, but she didn't worry about it much. At the very least, she'd turn some heads and Josie reveled in attention, good or bad. The finishing touch was the mask she'd made herself, a little inside joke for anyone who knew about her special talents.
Arriving fashionable late, accompanied by a gaggle of girlfriends, Josie took note of the decor and appreciated the attention to detail and preparation. Grinning, she decided that she was going to meet the hosts before she left this evening and compliment them on their taste.