Gwen and Open
Maybe it wasn't exactly traditional, but Gwendolyn didn't particularly care. When she'd spotted the wings in the shop a couple of days ago, Gwen had been inspired. The dress itself was an embellishment of her own creation, and one of which she was quite proud. The accompanying pink mask was enough to meet requirements, though she was fairly certain that people would be able to make out who she was. At least it was probably more acceptable than what she'd worn the night before. Then there was the costume for Halloween itself. In all truth, Gwendolyn was intending on making this the very best long holiday weekend.
Having arrived less than a quarter of an hour before thee midnight festivities, Gwen had arrived just in time for the real party to begin. Now, making her way toward the punch bowl, Gwen was starting to get bored. She could only hope that something could help liven up the evening.