Miranda put her glass down, barely touched, and glided behind Beth, gently brushing her hair out of the way. 'Oh, I can see,' she said softly, although without trying to sound secretive; she knew that would draw more attention. 'Sorry in advance if I pull some of your hair out,' she warned. Untangling it from the little hook was not an easy task, and she did have to pick out a couple of hairs before the hook was free again. 'There, straighten up... that should do it.' She pulled slightly, to ensure it was hooked properly. 'One of these dresses that are meant to invite the help of someone special, right?' she chuckled.