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[Echo]

Caecina lived for parties, and the ones that the Imperials put on were among her favorite to be invited to. She couldn't imagine being of a class not to be invited to such a party. It made her unhappy just to think of it. All of her friends were here, at least, the girls she pretended to be friends with. She couldn't help that she thought they were all vapid and uninteresting. The men her young age always seemed to have more interesting things to talk about, places she had never been to, politics that, to some degree, went above her head but were still fascinating to listen to. The wine was flowing and Caecina had partaken in just enough to relax and loosen up a bit. 

After some time carousing with her friends, she decided to take a break and find her stepmother. Her presence was a balm on Caecina's fiery spirit. She soon spotted Juliana and walked gracefully to her side, her hand clasped on a goblet of wine. She glanced up as she adjusted her immaculately made, light-blue palla, noticing Tiberius leaving the scene. "Oh, it seems I've just missed Tiberius," she said with a pretend pout on her face. "No matter, I expect we shall see each other tonight all the same. Salve, Juliana," she said, pecking her stepmother on the cheek.