Hannah hung well back, eying up the few possible candidates for her destination. She had been well prepared, bathing copiously and grooming meticulously, even applying a dab of make-up to her pale cheeks, but going no further. However, she was not quite prepared enough to be assured of where she was meant to be. She avoided the rest of the town like a bee in a hornets' nest, and the fact that this area was well out of the way made it even less preferable. But she was glad for hope to arrive when she observed several entrants to the same building, the first arriving by car. Hannah thought the girl might just be returning home, her effects boasting a wealth in league with such a grand place, so she awaited another arrival, sitting idly on a cracked wooden bench not too far down the road.<br/><br/>The chiming of a bell drew Hannah's attention as a cyclist neared the mouth of the street, and quickly approached the same house, passing the parked car briskly and ringing the door bell. That seemed good enough to her, but she sat still all the same. She realised that she knew none of these people, and was hesitant to move to their company. Hannah pondered for a second, paying only a brief glance to those who arrived in quick succession. She could just leave, with no indication of even having read the invitation, but that just seemed a bit too... Cowardly, even for her. She had come this far, and she was going to see it through. She slung her bag over one shoulder, pulling her short black dress down a bit, and her thigh high stockings up a bit. The dark frilled skirt that bloomed from the waist of her dress barely extended halfway down her thighs, stopping fairly shy of the knee, and the notion of onlookers would bring a hearty blush to her face. Hannah was very self conscious about the way she looked.<br/><br/>She strode forward, her fingers parting her delicate, wavy strands of hair as she nervously fiddled with the dark raven fibres. Just keep calm, breathe, be polite... Enjoy yourself. Those were her thoughts as she neared the imposing house, but she wasn't sure if she would enjoy herself. Her relationship with this 'Abigail' mostly consisted of a series of wayward glances throughout the day, so she had no idea why she was invited. Yet still, Hannah dutifully ignored this and followed in the wake of the newest arrival, slipping from her perch where she sat shadowed beneath a hulking tree. She slowed her pace some way from the door, as if waiting her turn behind the silk clad girl in front of her.<br/><br/>Hannah prepared a nervous smile, and awaited her host with a quickening heart beat. She would be fine. Even if she did end up drinking, she was sure she would be fine. And if she was lucky, she might actually enjoy herself. She just had to wait and see.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>