Dree walked in, her hair flaming red hair hanging down in ringlets around her face. She had a nice midnight blue dress on, that in Dree's discomfort, was tight-fitting, and sleve-less. Dree was praying in her mind that she didn't fall in her matching sparkly, midnight blue high-heels, and make a huge fool of herself. Looking around, she noticed that no one was there yet, so she sat down, tapping her foot with the rythem of the music. She looked quite pretty, sitting there, and waiting.