Eupheme had spend long hours fussing over her appearance. She had part of her mother in her and liked looking nice. Not because she expected compliments, she'd rather give then receive, but because she liked looking nice for herself.
She quickly adjusted her dress and mask before hurrying inside and out of the cold wind.
She was excited, looking forward to meeting new people, and hopefully seeing some old faces, and knew she would have fun. It was easy to do seeing how she tended to look at the bright side of things.