Re: In the hall, near the cookie table - Pru and Open
Cara had sworn that she would not spill alcohol or gumbo on her dress this evening, and, so far, she was pleased that she had stuck to that promise. Dressed in a festive red satin gown whose open back seemed to counter any warmth provided by the long sleeves and closed front, she had been carefully skirting the food all night...
...But a cookie would not ruin the dress, even if she did manage to spill it all over the place.
"Excuse me," she murmured unnecessarily to the dark-haired woman milling about the table, her eyes on the decor. There was plenty of room to maneuver around her, but Cara rather preferred letting people know she was sneaking up behind them.