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Normally Romilda loved attention. She liked people looking at her and watching her, because they were honoured to perceive her beauty. However that didn’t mean she didn’t get the creeps from particular people, and the man she was currently talking to was giving her the absolute heebie jeebies. He had essentially pulled her away from a conversation with her friend and he wasn’t even making an attempt to look at her eyes, only looking at her admittedly quite low cut neckline. “Interesting, yes, sorry if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just spotted the person I came with” she smiled before ducking under the mans arm and grabbing the nearest sane looking person “Please, for the love of Merlin, pretend to be my date, or friend, or whatever, that guy over there won’t leave me alone.” she huffed “I’d kick him in the balls but I don’t want to get escorted out”

Susan was enjoying the party alone, but it an added was thrilling element not knowing who everyone was. Almost as if it didn’t matter and they could mingle amongst one another without initial judgements. It was something they all desperately needed with growing tensions. The brunette was taking full advantage of the free food and drinks planning to fully enjoy her evening until it was time to leave. Given the grandeur of the party the food mimicked the posh atmosphere and it wasn’t exactly something Susan was used to. One of the treats causing her to spit the food into a tissue and throw it straight in the bin. A disgusted look covering her face as she went to warn the next victim of the passin tray. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Trust me they’re not as good as they look.” She whispered out of the corner of her mouth to the bystander, as not to offend the catering staff. Warning them before they made the same mistake she did and innocently pop the hors d'oeuvre their mouth.