Excellen had been chosen to attend in Arturia's stead, and she was not one to disappoint. Dressed to the nines in a gorgeous red dress, she kept her hair down, long honey blond curls framing her face. She held a wine glass, still surprisingly mostly full (she was on her best behavior tonight, after all), taking to watching the party happen instead of being the life of the party. Well, yet at least.
So, my place or yours?