Dashing around the house, she was possibly at her most unbecoming. Her mind was a whirlwind of nasty thoughts, and anything that managed to escape her lips began and ended with curses. The number of calls she'd made to her mom to reconfirm facts was borderline harassment. Every area she'd touched, overturned in crazed desperation. The serenity of a beautiful morning was interrupted by the slamming of anything that closed. After swirling around the house for the longest half hour of her life, like a woman possessed, she'd found it. Tucked away deep in the place she'd searched twice.

Finally able to relax, she slumps into the sofa chair in her room and sighs; filled with relief but yet unable to shake her festering annoyance. With her dress in hand and a crease on her brow she recaps the past half hour of needless obsession as she wasn't really planning on going to the party anyway.