Lily fervently wished that she had something in her hands to nervously fiddle with. David had promised that he wouldn't leave her for very long, and she'd told him to take his time becuase she didn't like him huddling over her, but now she wished she hadn't. She'd been propositioned twice already, once by a short god who'd thought she was a dryad, and once by a skinny, pink-haired man who claimed to have been a unicorn at one point, but he had been disappointed when he saw her wedding band and walked away, muttering something about virgins. She raised a hand to lightly tap her finger against the edge of her mask, and tried to spot Hades in the crowd. He was no where to be seen, and in her haste to find her husband, she found herself bumping into a pretty woman in a short brown dress.
"Sorry!" She said quickly, because she had no idea what she might have bumped into. Medusa, maybe, or a siren.