It had been a slow and steady exchange of messages as Eela had gotten her family settled into their apartment downstairs and then took the time she needed to steady herself before tonight.

A hair stylist and makeup artist had left a short while ago and she was still in her robe, though her stylist had secured the dria. She had a few minutes before she needed to get into her gown and Caridee was going to come up to help. Last she heard there was a cranky baby they were dealing with and she was really hoping this evening would be enjoyable for her daughter and son-in-law.

She found herself pacing and laughed aloud. Moving to her bedroom, she sent another message to Karilan: Call me? I’m apparently nervous about tonight and waiting for Caridee to come up to help me with my gown isn’t helping. I’m pacing. Please distract me.

~Eela