Miranda was taken completely by surprise by the host's gesture. She barely noticed her skirt slipping off her hand with a swish, and the rose taking its place. Her fingers closed mechanically around it, and she felt herself blushing. Not trusting herself to answer in words, she simply inclined her head in thanks, before moving on with the others. It was only several steps away, through the doorway to the ballroom, that she regained enough composure to pin the rose on her wrist, shivering at the scrape of the petals against her skin.