Luxe absolutely had to make an appearance at the party. Kherrie was there, though fashionably late, of course, in her finest ballwear. She had a glass of champagne in one hand, her purse under her opposite arm, and was scanning the crowd with her eyes.
She sipped from her glass as she wandered the edge of the room. There were Luxe give-aways for all of the attendees who wanted to pick one up on the way out of the room. Having a company that supported the women of Quidditch was a very, very nice thing.