Evelyn didn't want to be there. She was alright with people in her mind, but most seemed to find her a little strange. Her brother insisted she went to the dance to meet people. He had her interest at heart, she wasn't getting any younger. Finding a husband, especially someone who could respect her work, would be great because that's what every woman wanted, right? She supposed so.

That's why she listened to him and went to the dance. She had nothing to wear as it was sacrilegious to wear her Sunday best for the dance, so she had borrowed a dress from an older neighbor who no longer needed it. With a little mending and some hemming to make it fit well, and she had a blue and grey number that was formal and fun enough for such a place. It was as exciting as mud but so was she, her brothers had teasingly told her when she was younger. She reveled in it as who needed to be thrilling? It sounded exhausting.

She found a nice and quiet corner and grabbed herself a drink to keep her company through the evening.