Dorcas & Open
She'd had to have been very, very careful to not let Michael see her, hiding in the girls' dorm until she was sure it was safe to descend and head to the party. Not that she wanted to do the whole party thing but she had spent a lot of time on this damned outfit so someone was going to appreciate it - outside of the confusion that was Anthony. The dress and the shoes had been the easy part of the ensemble. Pinning her hair up with a load of plants and shells had been slightly more difficult but not as much as sticking stuff on her face and the make-up.
Descending the stairs had been difficult and she'd had to go slow with that tight skirt and unfamiliar heels. Still she had made it but she didn't see Michael... Or really anyone else she knew. Right then. Punch time. She grabbed a goblet and sipped from it idly, finding a seat because holy Hell these heels had been a mistake. They had a strange center of gravity to them.