When she saw the invite for the Stark party, Darcy was unsure of if she should go. Last year, she and Magnus had gone, and she'd flashed that engagement ring like it was her job. Oh, what a difference a year makes. In the end, Darcy had decided to go. She'd found a dress she'd absolutely loved, found shoes that had gone with it, and had spoiled herself with a manicure. Her hands felt naked without her wedding rings and she had chosen a few rings to wear, trying to alleviate the nakedness. At Stark Tower, Darcy rode the elevator up to the penthouse, heart beating like a jackhammer in her chest.
Stepping out into the penthouse, Darcy found there was a decent crowd already and she made her way, first and foremost, to the bar. She got a tall glass of champagne and took a sip, thankful that she'd given her lipstick plenty of time to dry before she put her mouth on anything. Darcy wandered around the penthouse, sitting on the couches for a little while, then got up to get something to nibble on, chatting idly with people she knew all the while.
She'd ended up out on the balcony, staring over the city. It was cold as hell out there, and she was wearing a sleeveless dress. But it didn't bother her much, she was lost in her own thoughts when the holographic ball dropped.