Allura sits on one of the room's lush settees in a silk robe, her damp hair up in a towel to dry. Her dress is hanging up nearby, and all her makeup and accessories are in a bag she's brought along. The invitation to get ready together with a handful of other ladies had been an unexpected but welcome proposition, and they chatter together as they all get ready.

"I'm still not sure what to do with my hair," she admits, gently smoothing moisturizer up her neck and onto her face. "It doesn't seem right to leave it loose on such an occasion. I have a tiara to match my gown... perhaps if I braid part of it up, that would look good?" Not that Keith would think it looked bad regardless of how she did it, but the effort is important.