[center][b]8:00PM[/b]
[b]Kim Judd[/b][/center]


Kim had in fact gotten distracted with book after book. She had found a book that she had read in college. She had read the book in English, a translation from the original German, but here she held a German version. Her memory of the work wasn't good enough to be able to try to back translate it, but the few words she did recognize brought back the story. That was as she had been found and reminded that yes she did have somewhere to be. She returned the book to the shelf, just back from the edge, picked up her glass, what was surely mostly water by then, and headed out to join the rest of the party. 

For a moment she is a shade overwhelmed by the crowd in front of her. She had never been one for public speaking or large crowds. There was a reason why she had always preferred the quiet stacks of the library, and suddenly she missed the feel and smell of those books. Instead of leaving though she put on a bright smile and joined the party, her heart pounding in her throat. 

An offered glass of champagne is exchanged for her water down virgin wine spritzer. Kim sips at it slowly savoring the bubbles and flavor. The palpable tension in the room bothers Kim even more than her own worries. As the music hits her ears she cannot identify it, it is familiar though. Her heart skips a beat when the first violin starts. Her free hand going to her chest, then she smiles, relaxing a moment glancing at the others.