[Lydia doesn't know a soul here, except, right at this moment, for Scott. But she can't ride his coattails at a social event, and so she tests the waters. Fortunately, Mama McCall was able to scrounge up a fantastic dress, and she's got the hair over one eye vintage look going. A ribbon around her throat hides the strangulation marks. Normally she wouldn't care - she's not ashamed of the bruises, but this is a strange place full of strange people and she really doesn't want to answer any questions about it right now.
She sets Scott free to go mingle amongst his friends, plucking up a champagne glass and sipping it as she considers the gathering. Someone to talk to, someone to dance with.
If there's one thing Lydia Martin is certain of, it's that these things will occur in due course.]
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She sets Scott free to go mingle amongst his friends, plucking up a champagne glass and sipping it as she considers the gathering. Someone to talk to, someone to dance with.
If there's one thing Lydia Martin is certain of, it's that these things will occur in due course.]