Petunia sat straight and tall, fake plastic plastered smile showing for others around. Vernon was entertaining yet more guests and telling yet again the same god-awful jokes. In which she laughs without fail and assistants with the punch lines. She runs her fingers up and down her neck feeling the skin and eloquence that it brings. It's only part of herself in which she finds self-comfort. Much like a swan swimming on a pond, the one with the tallest most eloquent receives more attention. With an average neck she would sink back into nothingness and watch another receive the praise.