Re: Steve & Cissie
Separated from Harry, Cissie had decided that walking around and looking for him couldn't hurt. Somewhere along the way she'd gotten a drink - she didn't know what it was but it was good, and she wasn't about to have more than one. Thus far tonight she'd seen a lot of faces of people who normally graced the covers of magazines. And Connor. He was here too. Which reminded her that she needed to ask him something when they got back to the safety of the house.
She was moving through some people when she accidently bumped into someone. Now at a party like this that could be viewed as normal, but all the same Cissie - dressed as one of the greek chorus from Little Shop of Horrors turned around to see what the damage was. "Sorry," she said with a smile. "I didn't do any damage did I?" She shook her head. She'd blame the shoes if she needed to. They gave her some height she didn't need, but they were fun to wear. Just not great for navigating crowds.
Of course she had no way of knowing it, but she'd met the man in front of her before. It had been several months of course, several month and a president later. But no, she had no possible way of knowing that.