Cassandra's near death epiphany to see at least one of her two children marry was a great inconvenience for Penny, as she had decided years ago she both wasn't designed for the season or desirous of a husband. She preferred the flexibility of being a spinster with the exception of the judgmental looks, of course. But, even the looks were better than being forced into a too-tight ball gown and dragged to the minister's masquerade. Truthfully, Penny would have even accepted being shipwrecked in its stead, too.

Her blue feathered mask was designed to resemble a butterfly, she thought, and was so mind numbingly cliche that Penny thought her mother was more wanting to see her daughter laughed at than married off. Still, she couldn't find her way towards any hidden escapes. Not with Cassandra lurking only feet behind her at most times. It was with this in mind that she forewent the dance floor to the strange balcony above in favor of refreshments, and, if she was lucky, Nemo.

The champagne glass was almost in her fingers when someone — Mr. Greengrass she recognized instantly — swiped it instead. "It's alright," she chuckled and accepted the glass with a grateful nod of her head. It'd been some years since they last saw one another, their graduation most likely, and she wasn't sure if he recognized her as readily as she did him to greet him with any familiarity. "I'm sure another tray will pass by shortly, they seem to be in abundance this evening."