Miranda sipped her champagne absently. She wouldn't have known how long she stayed there, nor what she was thinking of, if anything. She snapped out of it when her glass emptied. She considered another, then decided to wait a bit, and, as the others started moving back towards the ballroom, she turned towards the balcony.<br/><br/>The light reflected itself on the half-open glass doors and she couldn't see much outside, so she stepped through the opening and out. It was quite dark by now, and there was a chilly breeze blowing, shaking the trees, although the maze further in the distance stood still. Her dress stood out against the stone balcony, otherwise she would have blended into the shadows herself.