Ford came around the corner, and she tried to perk up a little, tried to look like her mind wasn't weighing the chance of her catching a severe cold that night that would allow her to sit out her own coming out ball. She smiled at him, because it was always so easy to smile at Ford, but it didn't quite meet her eyes. She eyed the glass of water and realized that she was thirsty, too, but she she shifted on her feet she realized how heavy the dress was and that the thought of walking to the kitchen and then back up the stairs was enough to cause the soles of her feet to ache.
"It's not a big day," she deflected, trying to sound like it wasn't a big deal but only coming across as defensive. "It will be just like tonight, right? Except without the masks." Which wasn't a big deal; even though the mask had obscured her identity, she'd spent the entire night feeling as though anyone who danced or spoke to her could see right through it. They'd probably been calling her graceless in their minds, not even aware of how close it was to her actual name.
"It's not a big day," she deflected, trying to sound like it wasn't a big deal but only coming across as defensive. "It will be just like tonight, right? Except without the masks." Which wasn't a big deal; even though the mask had obscured her identity, she'd spent the entire night feeling as though anyone who danced or spoke to her could see right through it. They'd probably been calling her graceless in their minds, not even aware of how close it was to her actual name.
