Calla, even though she was old enough to be here now (for goodness sake she was old enough to debute if she'd wanted to), felt like a little girl playing dress up in one of Dahlia's hand me down dresses. It didn't quite fit her (well it fit her even if they'd had to take the hem out to account for their height difference) with the soft pink shade and frills. It was a stark contrast from her normal earthy tones and styles far more practical than for aesthetics.

She felt just out of her element enough that she almost instantly swerved for a glass of champagne. She was far too used to helping behind the scenes before events started, not actually attending them. And as unused tgat she was to balls, she was as unused to the tingly alchohol. It didn't take long th ill shes started to feel warm and Calla drifted away from the buffet to find someone she knew.

"Oh, Alice!"