You know when you get invited to a dinner party, where you will know very few people, and wonder who you will be seated next to? You are as excited as you are nervous, because it could go either way. Someone super cool, or someone….well, not so much.
Perhaps it’s the girly girl in me. Maybe it’s the fact that if given the choice between punk and pretty, I will always vote for pretty. For women looking like ladies. For the opportunity to wow with class and grace and fairytale level ball gown beauty.