Rarity & Open
Dressed appropriately in only the most lavish of costumes, this years darling get-up being simply none other than the royally fantastic Mare Antoineightte. The woman had labored over rolling and curling her hair, pinning and spraying it into place. Some might say she had spent more time on her hair than the costume--which, considering Rarity's divine work skill, was a hard comparison.
Arriving early to offer any last-minute assistance to Art, her magic filling in any little gaps necessary, she now held a drink while perched against a stool--never sit in a costume, it'll get a wrinkle. She smiled and tapped her foot to whatever song played over the speakers.