Dresden Academy

Having managed to get to the drinks table relatively easily, Adelaide should have found it no surprise that a crowd would soon form to make escaping said area nearly impossible. Murphy's Law, and all. In her attempted exit, she almost spilled a cup of pink punch all over a sparkly mist of tulle and sequins.

Cinna grabbed at one of the cups. "Ooh, thanks! I was gonna start elbowing people out of the way, but this works too!"

Addy just stared at her. "Is that a wedding dress?" She was carting around enough fabric to clothe five or six other students.

"No, duh! Peach weddings are so twenty-five years ago. It's all like teal or fuchsia or some crap now. Not that I've been thinking about getting married or anything. It was in Vogue. Or maybe Harper's." She adjusted the bodice fussily.