Millicent and Open
Millicent had arrived with Terry, and for now was letting him mingle with people who he was far closer to then her. She however had once more found herself a nice wall to sort of settle again, a drink her her hand as she watched people dancing. It was a lovely high class affair that she felt totally out of place at, even if she at least had the smarts to dress herself so that she didn't stick out like a sore thumb. Though she had taken a bit of a daring leap at wearing red of all things. Though when she bought it, the color felt right and much better the black. It wasn't after all a funeral.
For now, so long as she could keep getting free drinks and avoid anyone asking her to dance. She would certainly be happy when it was time to go home.