Their footsteps echoed down the corridor as they approached the host apartment. Lucy felt stiff and awkward. She looked up and her husband seemed no different. He smiled at her as they arrived and rang the doorbell. She fidgeted with her skirt to try distracting herself from her nerves.
A man with broad shoulders, dark hair and a big smile answered the door. He welcomed them warmly and introduced himself as Peter, the party’s host. Peter’s open style of conversation relaxed her. Though she had to crane her neck to look up at him. Peter led her and her husband to the cloak room and gave them each a gown to wear until the initiation started.