This is such a strong beginning. I might be an introvert, but I will fake it for this house party.
That silhouette is most definitely Herrera-inspired; you can tell Wes Gordon means it when he says he's been in the archives.
Child, you cannot make out with the wrong person in a bush at a country house party in THAT outfit. You'll be IMMEDIATELY detected.
This is for the people who do not actually want to partake of the "country" part of a country house party.
"I was told there'd be crab puffs."
"I poisoned the crab puffs."
"DON'T LOOK AT ME please look at me I didn't come here to not be looked at but STOP LOOKING."
"BITSIE, darling, come see if this is a fingerprint on my silver urn."
"I'm BUSY, Ethel, the maid packed my daughter's clothes instead."
"NO I AM NOT SNEAKING EVIDENCE OUT OF THE HOUSE WHY WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THAT HOW SILLY THIS IS A NORMAL BAG SIZE."
"Yep. Totally normal. Absolutely no priceless vases in here."
"Shit is that Lord Gobblington, the heir to the turkey fortune? Is he LEAVING? AAACK."
"There's DIRT in the country?!?"
"Hello. I was sent here on Zendaya's behalf."
"I'm just here for Cocktail Yoga."
"You did not just use that fork with that meal."
"You bet I did, and I'll do it again."
"Not if you want to be invited back."
"I'm very drunk, and very lost."
"Pam? Pam, did you get the picture? Pam, we've no time to take another one, if you've cut off my head again I swear to GOD..."
These are truly the velociraptor of pants.