Guinevere weaves her way through the crowd with ease. She’s in her element here amongst the wealthy, having attended many similar events with her mother, starting when she was a young woman. Though there are, of course, plenty of the not-so-rich also in attendance: people who had decided to splurge on tickets or obtained them through other means, such as a contest and the like.
She smiles and nods while passing by, stopping infrequently to make conversation. Dressed as she is in expensive boho chic with a crystal handing around her neck, she finds herself approached several times by strangers who assume her to be a member of Silverton’s entourage or a model paid to be here as a hostess of sorts. After the fifth time she’s accosted, her patient smile begins to falter.
Agnes--who had pressured Gwen to come and dictated her attire (including the necklace, which is supposed to help keep her Chakras balanced or some such)--should be at her side now, acting as a buffer to the attention. But the show had been too much for the poor, old dear. Emotionally taxed by the eerie goings-on, she had bowed out early. Naturally, before leaving she had insisted that Gwen go on without her.
As much as Guinevere would love to go home, she feels compelled to stay given how much money had been spent on her ticket. Besides, she must admit to a small bit of curiosity about Sarah Silverton. Hopefully, a face-to-face would prove interesting and thus worth her time. So, she waits with the rest of the milling crowd for the guest of honour to arrive.
VIP After-Party (open)
She smiles and nods while passing by, stopping infrequently to make conversation. Dressed as she is in expensive boho chic with a crystal handing around her neck, she finds herself approached several times by strangers who assume her to be a member of Silverton’s entourage or a model paid to be here as a hostess of sorts. After the fifth time she’s accosted, her patient smile begins to falter.
Agnes--who had pressured Gwen to come and dictated her attire (including the necklace, which is supposed to help keep her Chakras balanced or some such)--should be at her side now, acting as a buffer to the attention. But the show had been too much for the poor, old dear. Emotionally taxed by the eerie goings-on, she had bowed out early. Naturally, before leaving she had insisted that Gwen go on without her.
As much as Guinevere would love to go home, she feels compelled to stay given how much money had been spent on her ticket. Besides, she must admit to a small bit of curiosity about Sarah Silverton. Hopefully, a face-to-face would prove interesting and thus worth her time. So, she waits with the rest of the milling crowd for the guest of honour to arrive.