[@DriveEMOut]

Mary shrugged and went back to the shadowy corner were she sat, not really bothered by his abrupt disappearance. After all, most men shied away from her. Even those her age. That was the norm for her. She leaned back and closed her eyes, sighing, annoyed at her parents for dragging her to this stupid gathering. Mary, in all honesty, was feeling ill. It bugged her badly. She kept out of sight, actually heading away from the punch stand, weaving through the crowd and away from the ballroom/entrance hall, into the sitting room, sinking into a seat, letting loose a cough.