Hana Lane
Hana couldn't resist smiling when Annelise approved of how the dress looked at her. She knew that she might end up looking back on tonight and hate how shallow she had almost instantly became (since when did she care what a bare acquaintance had thought or her appearance?), but for now, that didn't matter. She wasn't hurting anyone by playing along for the evening and really, she was helping Katherine, even if she still didn't know why her step-sister had truly wanted her there in the first place. It was a question that Hana still wanted a truthful answer to, but she wasn't going to push the issue tonight when Katherine was clearly already feeling spiteful.
Her question was redirected to Annelise, who thankfully, answered the question and instructed her to leave them in the guest room she had changed in. "Thanks," she replied, before hurrying back up to the room she had come from. Maria followed a few steps behind her, and although she seemed more than accommodating, Hana felt slightly awkward in her presence. It was the same way that she felt around the Quinn's house staff when she had first moved in, and sometimes still now. She felt guilty being served by someone who had no other choice, but to lose their job, to do so. Maybe it was because she had grown up with a mother who sometimes had to clean houses for extra money to squeeze by, but Hana felt bad for Maria, even if Annelise seemed to be kind and connected with her. The woman and Annelise lived lives that were almost complete opposites.
Once in the room, Hana placed her folded pile of clothes on the dresser and looked over hopefully at Maria. She offered her two pairs of shoes, but after finding that the first pair fit, Hana didn't even bother to try on the second. The shoes looked nice and felt as comfortable as heels ever would, so she wasn't going to be picky. "Thanks for the help," she said softly as she adjusted the shoes and then stood up and studied her figure in the mirror. Once Maria was gone, she pulled at the bottom hem of the dress a bit, before doing the same to the top, hoping to make sure that it was snug in its position.
Annelise would probably be coming in shortly to do her makeup, so Hana took a seat on the edge of the bed and pulled out her phone. Her sister had texted her a few times over the past few hours but being so busy with getting ready, Hana hadn't checked her phone. The first message read, "Heard you're hanging with Kat and her friends tn ;). Lmk how it goes and you have Julian's # if you have to get the hell out of there". Even though Ashley wanted Hana and Katherine to be friends just as much as Alexandre did, she was her sister before anything, and knew that it was mostly Katherine who refused to work on the relationship. She, too, had experienced Katherine's wrath and although she was less catty in responding to it, she was well aware of the problems. In the second message, Ashley passed along Julian's phone number and insisted that she had been joking in the first text, but was resending it just in case she didn't have it and needed a ride after the party. The final message had only been sent a few minutes before, and read, "We just landed at JFK so I'll see you when you get home. Ik you know all of this but make sure you eat something before you go and don't drink too much!". Ashley was good with not being over-motherly, but also being a responsible legal guardian, but Hana rolled her eyes at the message. She barely ever drank, and on the occasions that she did, it was only one or two cans of beer at sketchy parties in Brooklyn. She had politely rejected the offer of martinis throughout the day today and had no desire to drink anything at the party, but she knew that Ashley probably sent the text as a reminder for her to look out for Katherine. Too late... If Hana said something to Katherine about her drinking, it would cause World War III, and besides that, her friends had clearly drank with her before. They would be the ones who could tell when she had reached her limit.