"Thank you." Sisse beamed, her eyes catching on Calla's gown as she passed through the crowd, her mother seeming to be towing her somewhere. She had sketched countless dresses for this evening over the years for each of them, but the final product was something she was so incredibility proud of. She'd even added charms here and there to the dresses to truly add to them. Calla's gown she had even sewn herself, carefully stitching each hem and line of the gown, selecting the right fabrics, making sure the cut fit just so.

But his attention turned from the gowns to her and Sisse found herself feeling warm under his gaze. Thankfully the room was already warm and a rosey blush had been on her cheeks all evening from dancing so it was nothing he would notice. "Thank you." She found herself repeating, bobbing her head slightly. Plenty of people had complimented her this evening, but it was different coming from Alvin. His voice held a note she hadn't heard before and she found she couldn't doubt what he had said.

Before she could second guess herself she plunged onward, "Thank you for coming this evening, truly. I know it must be hard for you." She allowed her earnestness to soak into her tone, her eyes meeting his, pleading with him to know that she understood what this had meant for him. That he would be there to support them, Sloane's friends, even when the memory would sting so bitterly.