“Fuck I hope people actually show up.” Margo had put in a ton of effort here. It wasn’t easy finding a dress that walked the line between ‘medieval queen’ and ‘modern party goddess’, ‘couture’ and ‘something that won’t scare the children’. Even the purple metal mask, its right eye covered with a black lens that fit perfectly in front of the eye Margo didn’t have and little magical flames licking up along its sides, held some this-ain’t-Oculto-Encanto compromise.

Fuck, what if nobody showed up?

She was too fabulous for this kind of insecure bullshit.