Late to the party, as was the case in almost all parts of her life, Cecilia finally made her way up to the door of the opulent house. She adjusted her carrier bag, taking a look around the front to perhaps get an idea of some of the people invited, noting the car and the bikes. She patted the bag, reassuring herself that she had indeed remembered to bring her emergency entertainment, "Physics of the Impossible", and then raised her hand, knocking on the door thrice. Something about knocking just felt more right to her. She had lived in a more rural area for much of her earlier life, and locking doors hadn't been a large part of her life. Doorbells were mostly reserved for mailmen or other completely uninvited people. Knocking was more personal. Straightening her back, she waited for someone to open the door.<br/><br/>Of course, this was the exact moment that her contact lenses started giving her trouble, so not only was she blinking quite awkwardly, she also had to scratch an itch just above her left eye, ending up giving a perhaps less stellar first impression than most others.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>