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Casey had put on a dark red dress and a pair of cute heels that complimented it perfectly to come to Ethan's installation. She was happy to see him and the art and greeted him briefly - but he was busy with someone so she motioned that she'd catch up with him later - and instead just wandered around the paintings, wondering when Max would get there.
She'd agreed to meet him there, and she twisted a strand of her hair around her fingers as she looked at a metal piece, the way that the light bounced off it before she moved onto another one, a glass of wine in her other hand that she sipped at occasionally.