Staring at the clock on the wall, she sighed. Stella was invited to yet another meeting. She didn't want to go, but her family forced her, especially her mother. "You need to keep up our reputation" and "You might find someone" were the usual excuses they used. Well, she had to admit; those meetings could be fun. Sometimes. Anyway, dressing herself in her white dress, she took a glance in the mirror before leaving and attending the meeting.

Sighing softly, Stella held a glass of wine in her hands. It had gotten pretty late, it was almost 1 AM. She never was one to stay late. Staring out the window into the sky, she drank from her glass before placing it down on an oval table. Saying farewell to the hosts of the meeting, and some acquaintances, she soon left the building, happy that all that serious business was over.

While on her way home, she noticed something rather strange. She had no clue what it was, but something did feel different. Shrugging her shoulders softly, she thought it was just imagination. Maybe it was because she drank too much, although she always made sure to not drink too much. Continuing her path, she noticed a stranger on the street.

Catching a glimpse of them, she noticed they were dressed... strange. Of course, she didn't stare, since she was taught not to. Perhaps this person came from a costume party? Walking along, she noticed he didn't seem like he was from here. Thinking for a while, Stella decided to walk up to them. Smiling softly, she started speaking. "Hello there. You don't seem like you're from around here. Perhaps, you're lost?"