"Who in their right mind ever invented heels," she exclaimed, the tight weave of mosquito netting looking like a severely misplaced veil. With Jack's help, she was unlikely to get further entangled, and she'd managed fall well, so the overall damage was minimal. Outside of what was done to her dignity and the particular re-emergence of the party klutz. She never quite seemed on her game in the fancy party settings.

"There's no scything way to stay standing in these things! I'm sorry, ouch, oh, wait, don't pull on that --"

She wiggled her fingers as she pulled her hand back through a loop of the netting. How that'd even happened was a mystery presently beyond her.