KyAnne was thankful for the simplicity of the sapphire gown she found herself in. She wasn’t thankful for the strappy heels that donned her feet however. They hurt. She was getting too old for the thin and tall heels that seemed oh so popular in the Capitol. Throw a pair of sturdy boots on and she was a happy woman. So she had seeked out a place to sit, even if only for a few minutes. Trixanna had been dragged off several minutes before by her five year old who insisted on dancing. KyAnne knew that wouldn’t last too long, she noted the way Trixie’s gown looked about three inches too long now and doubted she’d find her barefoot when they retired to one or the other’s floor later in the night. She knew her knee must be bothering her, so no, she didn’t expect Trixie to be gone for long.Â
Finding an empty stool at the bar, KyAnne quickly claimed it as her own. “I’ll just have a martini, please.” Speaking when the avox bartender turned his attention on her. She wasn’t one for alcohol usually, but found herself liking it more and more the longer she was in the Capitol. She looked around the ballroom, noting some of the more flamboyant designs and cringed slightly, paying no mind to the fact someone approached from the side.
