Pool - Seats at the edges
She had chased after the dog, through the house and its many rooms, hoping to find him, to apologize, but she'd found nothing other than the other guests. Close encounters with grabbing hands that she'd only just managed to escape, and she'd hurried down, out, away from the crowded rooms and overwhelming press of too many people. It seemed backwards, like she should maybe be more comfortable surrounded by them, but it didn't stop her from running.
The pool was at least quiet, and the seats that framed the edges were thrown into their own dim shadows, no glare of light or sparkle of party. The lap of water filled the space, and she sighed as she eased herself down on one of the cushioned benches. Shoes slipped off and feet pulled up, she curled herself forward, tucking her now-dingy dress so that the tops of her black stockings weren't visible. It was dirty, but still so white, a beacon for those hands inside that had sought to touch and sully. That didn't bother her as much as the incident with the dog, which had upset her more than she could explain, and she only wanted to make it right. But without him there, there was nothing she could do. So she hid, refusing to look up, refusing to reach out when she might hurt someone else.