with: @thc-magician where: the tate party
Parties were strictly not usually her type of thing. Not that she minded them, but they weren’t always the top of her list of things to do. Though, of course, she had had a fortuitous time when she’d happened upon Thomas, but that was many years ago, and with a group distinctly less upper class than the majority of the people here.
Still, it was not an opportunity that she figured she would easily come about - though she didn’t know if perhaps neurosurgeons could get easy invites more often than not, but she had many years to go before she’d reach the level of recognition that even might result in such an invite.
Isabella was just slightly too caught up in her head and didn’t realize that she’d nearly run into someone, thankfully stopping just before she spilled her drink. “I - sorry, hello. I was thinking about neural pathways and forgot to look up at where I was headed!”
