memories lingered while contemplating the mysterious invitation to an event with ( at least to her ) a mysterious host. though, it wasn’t far too out of the ordinary for the one-thousand year old. attending the upmost prestige events had always been a favorite amongst her family; the one’s who weren’t currently in a box at the time. the centuries which she lived, were ones which held an everlasting memory filled with etiquette and most importantly wardrobe. “ it’s a shame all my antique clothes are back home. ” knitted brows; home, such a strange concept. though she supposed new orleans had been the closest thing after the birth place of her family, alongside their curse. “ I do suppose being brought somewhere in a horse and carriage makes up for such a sour predicament. ” surely, it represented a different time: a theme.