Josephine stepped onto the red carpet feeling hideously out of her comfort zone. In general she did not wear dresses, and could never have been considered a "girly girl". In order to properly attire herself for this luxurious and, in her opinion, pompous affair Josephine had stopped by a late night costume store and grabbed the first thing that looked period appropriate.
Josephine had only just been born before the twenties, and only had vague memories of the time. It hadn't, she was certain, been "roaring" for her. In all likelihood it had been full of dribble and tantrums. It was strange though, trying to cast her mind back that far - her memories were so vague as to be almost entirely eradicated. The most vivid thing that she could think of was the end of the Spanish flu, and that was hardly romantic.
With a shake of her head, she ran a hand through her hair and scanned the hall for anyone who may have been even vaguely familiar to her.