Maggie Jo Sherman / Sif (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sifwheat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
He was right. This was suppose to be fun. She just had to figure out how to get that back. She wasn't feeling very festive at the moment. She just felt tired. She wanted to go home, curl up in a ball and watch a ridiculous movie. Richard deserved better than that, though.
"You're right. We won't let it ruin the night. Everything will be just fine." She hoped. Maybe if she said it in her head enough, she'd believe it. Power of persuasion, right? Her dad was a big believer in that, so it must be true. She'd focus her energy on believing everything was fine, and it would be. They'd have a great time at the party and the night would be a success. She'd worry about James later.
She smiled at him and hoped it wasn't as tired as she felt. A tired smile wouldn't do much to lift morale.