By the time Garnet truly managed to tear herself away from the sea of well-wishers and brown-nosers, she was exhausted. She was regretting that decision not to say anything about her corset feeling a bit snug, and she'd thought more than once about discarding her shoes it's not as though anyone could even see her feet underneath those enormous skirts.. And what made it all worse, was she hadn't seen any sign of Zidane all night.
Until then. She paused mid-stride. Was that actually...?
Yes, there he was, leaning against a wall, and... dressed...
Well, dressed very nicely. It was surprising, even considering her reminder of the dress-code. Had he noticed her yet? She stayed, frozen to the spot, attempting to make eye-contact from several feet away.
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Date: 2009-10-27 02:38 am (UTC)Until then. She paused mid-stride. Was that actually...?
Yes, there he was, leaning against a wall, and... dressed...
Well, dressed very nicely. It was surprising, even considering her reminder of the dress-code. Had he noticed her yet? She stayed, frozen to the spot, attempting to make eye-contact from several feet away.