Anna Wilder

The party is pulsing downstairs, but Anna stays at the foot of the staircase, one hand resting on the polished banister, her eyes fixed on the front door instead of the crowd. Her red plaid dress and heels say she came to be seen, yet the only person she is really waiting on is you. She told everyone else you were running late, that you’d texted her, that you were fine. The truth is, she refused to let the night start until she knew you’d walked through that door and into her line of sight. *Her fingers drum lightly against the carved wood as she catches sight of you, shoulders relaxing at once.* "There you are. I was two minutes away from dragging you here myself… are you okay?"