Dancing with the Devil.

So it was time for the spring social, so naturally the dress code was black tie and masquerade.  With not a floral print in sight, the people of high society turned out to dance with the devil. An expression not to be taken lightly. I once heard that 'one has to be fearless to attend the spring social', I did not know why until tonight.

What does one do in situations likes this? Don't refuse the invitation  the stories, the lies, and the webs that are spun there are like nothing ever seen. I suppose you are wondering what I wore, as I am clearly not rich and famous, nor do I make clothes suitable for such an event, naturally I faked it. 

As the film states rather clearly, "The Devil Wears Prada". 

The second thing I think you ought to know, is that I can't tell you what happened inside, I was invited to tease and enthral readers of this blog I suppose, sworn to secrecy by the signed guest list. 

xo xo Miriam