[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Palace: New York City, New York.
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Antoinette stood in the middle of the dance floor without a care in the world. She absolutely adored these parties. The live bands, the music, the food, the artwork people wore on their bodies in the form of clothing. Everything about these nights made Antoinette’s unique eyes sparkle. Dancing wasn’t one of Antoinette’s talents but she did have the innate ability of not caring about how other people perceived her so dance she did. 
She was growing rather thirsty though and she needed to take these heels off if she was going to continue dancing tonight. She swayed off the dance floor, running fingers through her tangled hair as she smiled at the people she passed. Some she knew, others she hadn’t a clue but none of that really mattered to her. She had no reason to feel distressed or fear these people. Antoinette had herself a glass of water before she took a flute of champagne and walked around the edge of the crowd, looking for her best friend and best friend-in-law. She looked for Carolina's familiar hair and blue dress she wore. Antoinette went with a brilliant yellow colour. It contrasted against her blue and purple eyes but it only made her stand out all the more. Finally, Carolina and October came into view. Antoinette skipped up to them and wrapped one arm around each, kissing either cheek before she settled into a happy smile. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”You two aren’t going to stand here all night are you? You must come dance!”[/color]