Edan and Open
Edan was pleased with the costume she'd found. Black fitted corset and tutu, black tights and even black ballet shoes. Thankfully the tights covered the bruises Matt had left on her legs, but she'd been forced to cover the ones her her neck and chest with make up. Thankfully she'd found some that did that job, thankful for the industrial stuff that came with the costumes and the worst of the marks were covered. The only way anyone would notice was if they got close enough to look.
Her mask was feathered, black and elegant, giving her an essence of the black swan, which was just fun to her. She'd gotten herself a pretty drink, and was comfortably sipping at it, watching the festivities.