Madison had not stopped eating ever since her eyes had hit the first platter she happened to catch in her peripheral vision upon entering the billiards room. She had been hopping from appetizers to main courses, and eyeing the desserts as she moved through the room with a newly refilled plate of mini-quiches; it was uncharacteristic, considering it took very little food for her to feel satisfied, but she couldn't seem to get there this evening. It was almost like Damon being unable to cum the day before, except, well, nothing at all like it. She had spotted an empty chair by the door which felt like as good a place as any to watch the room for a while. Mingling had become problematic when she realized she couldn't stop eating, so Madison had given up on it for a few minutes. And in order not to spill anything on her gorgeous dress, she thought it best to eat sitting down every time.
As she shoved a mini-quiche into her mouth Madison watched the kidnapped bride, one of her fellow redheads, stumble into the room and into a chair beside her. Her eyebrows raised, Madison sat up straighter to observe. She squinted, and it took her a few seconds to realize there was a very big chance that she wasn't wearing anything that Daphne or Kate had gotten her, but rather the actual wedding dress Madison had heard she had come into this place with. While she was getting ready Madison had watched Evie get her drink on through the computer, but evidently she had missed the part where she had decided to wear the wedding dress.
"Hey there," Madison greeted, waving the two fingers that were not at present holding yet another mini-quiche. She tried not to look amused, but failed. Hell, she was smiling, who cared why? "How's it going?"