Her blue eyes check the clock on the wall as she dashes inside. I'm late! Wishing she could take back that second flute of bubbly, she darts up the stairs, her red and black brocade gown flowing gracefully over the marble steps as the chandelier highlights her summer blonde tresses. Pushing open the double doors, light and applause assaults her senses and she clutches her black furry shawl around her. Suddenly, she is overcome by the press, with their flashing bulbs and shouts. For me? Well, fashionably late always makes a grand entrance!