This 90s thing didn't appeal to Lily as much as the people who organized it probably thought it would. It had been her childhood, sure, but for that same reason it still seemed too recent for her to miss it enough to do this. Plus, she enjoyed emulating the 1940s and 50s a lot more.
Despite hoping she would meet some new people at the party, Lily hardly gave it time before she had to rush to the elevator and back to her room; the strap of one of her shoes had broken and the shoe wasn't but a hazard without it.
Seeing the elevator door close just as she was getting there, shoes hanging from her fingers, Lily screamed for whomever was in it to hold on as she barely made it inside. Flustered from running mostly on tiptoes, Lily leaned against the elevator door and took a breath. Only then did she realize the other person in the elevator was Cary, the fellow Brit she had met just yesterday. "Oh, Cary, hiya! Sorry I didn't see you at first." She said, smiling.