Leiley walks into the party, late as always. Her dad used to tell her that she'd be late to her own funeral...she was starting to think he was right. She scanned the room, seeing a sea of familiar people buzzing round as she pushed her way through to the drinks table by the kitchen. Remembering all the great times she'd had here, shaking her head and telling herself off for thinking of him..
"No, None of that..." She tells herself firmly, turning as she hears a familiar voice behind. Beaming as she see's Orlando, returning his embrace.