Molly & OTA
Molly loved a good party, Madison Valley style, which for some reason always seemed to wind up being fancy. She had so many dresses in her closet at home and the white dress she wore tonight was definitely going to be added to it to never wear again. She'd abandoned Lance somewhere with his friends after dinner and run off to find hers, to make sure they still looked fabulous and compliment the hell out of them. That was being a good friend.
She was still looking for them, weaving her way in and out through the crowd of people when she caught her heel wrong and stumbled, crashing right into some unsuspecting party goer.
"Oh my god," she immediately exclaimed. Hopefully they hadn't been holding anything. "Sorry. Clumsy, right?