This, minus the parts where she's lost a shoe, had to discard her dress, and they're trapped in the memory of a teacher with no real way to get out, is rather how Chanel hoped prom would go. Which she'd never admit, but the little out-of-place smile playing around her lips is likely evidence enough. As is the fact that she finally kicks her absurd single shoe off, so she can stand level to face Mary Grace.

"I'd like to think my brain can give better." She threads her fingers lightly through the other girls', and for a moment, they're close enough to kiss.

But not yet.

"Oh, you're right." Chanel does turn to look at the sink, and steps toward it to inspect. She lets her fingers stay entwined, though.