For someone who had spent a lot of her life at fancy parties Emily Banner had yet to get the hang of them. Like her father Emmy shied from large crowds, uncomfortable with having to make small talk with relative strangers (especially when many of them had a belittling opinion of her to start with).
She's gotten in the habit, since childhood, of bringing a book to a big event, and tonight was so different. She's settled down in a corner near the Christmas tree with a cup of tea and a book of Hungarian poetry to wile away the evening with, alternating between being engrossed in the book and people watching, eyes trailing after the new friends she'd made in the time since her arrival to this alternate world.
Thinking about them or thinking about her book kept her from thinking about home...
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