Enigma had decided to escape the dreariness of Erik's lakeside house, and possibly her own torments by accepting the invitation to to Eric and Red's reception, taking the first step in reclaiming herself by returning to her normal manner of dress, rather then trying to impress a man who wouldn't even notice, her only concession to the event being her skirt length actually being longer then her garters.
As she stepped from the hired car, she smirked lightly, a quirk of her red lips. She hadn't intended to dress to match the décor, but the ambiance made her even more eager to meet (or re-meet in Eric's case) the happy couple, eager to introduce herself to anyone who could pull off this much Gothic beauty and not overwhelm it with cliche.
She snagged an hors d'oeuvres from a passing tray and delicately bit into it as she moved through the party, wondering if she would know anyone here, by more then just a face vaugly remembered from the opera reception.