Violet extricated herself from her little borht, twin and staunch companion, and found herself again at the refreshment table. trying to straighten the large puffy dress. It probably looked strange. It was a deep red fitting a young woman of taste, though not a debuntate or coy maid. She didn't mean to cause attention and the fashion of a large dress did not suit her, but her hair was beautifully curled and soft. She huffed. In temperament she always was anxious, and no doubt entirely unladylike. She looked for the exits should a scene arise tried to fluff up her dress.