Nessarose and... whoever?
Some small part of Nessarose was still wondering quite why she'd bothered coming. Parties weren't her thing, as a rule, no matter how many times she dreamt of Galinda and her insane party ideas...
If anything, that put her off more.
She'd secluded herself in a little corner, largely to keep herself and her fairly cumbersome wheelchair out of the way. She really did have to look into getting a better one... for now, at least, she could just drink and hope to the Unnamed that it didn't impair her ability to use her wheelchair.