[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

Unfazed by the frog's glare, Gabrielle held her head high.

[color=palegoldenrod]"I'm his daughter. Right now I'd be at a rather important gathering he's hosting, mixing with the best of the best, if some meddling ghost hadn't screwed everything up."[/color] She strode forward and took a seat, looking away from the curtains, knowing which company they were probably from. Her father was most likely spinning some sob story about her disappearance at this very moment. The parting words he'd spat at her still stung like fresh wounds.

Once the Emboar had filled the wine glasses, she reached for hers, but picking anything up was like doing so wearing thick fluffy gloves. The glass fell over, red wine spilling all over the tablecloth. [color=palegoldenrod]"Oh for Arceus' sake! Will somebody clean that up?!"[/color] she demanded, glancing around at the servants.

This really was not her day, to say the least.