Roxy felt uncomfortable around her family sometimes. Not her immediate family like her parents, or even some of her cousins, but certain Aunts and Uncles. So, she stuck it out close to Dominique until it came time to claim hiding spots. Roxy had always been the nimble sort, and good at fitting into small spaces, she had been the queen of hide and seek as a child which explained (sort of) how she’d managed a spot on top of a bookshelf poised with a noise maker and a glass of wine in her hand.
She hadn’t been sure what to bring, and had settled on a cute cropped sweater and a scented candle.