Maybe she’s cold! Maybe she spilled V8 juice on her thigh in the car on the ride over! Maybe she looked down at herself and thought, “holy shit, am I wearing all lace everything? How long was that coma?” Maybe she made a solemn vow to a demon goddess, promising to wear a lace top on the evening of November 28th, 2017 or see all she’s worked for come to shame and bloodshed. Maybe she’s wearing it in solidarity with Kate Middleton, who hates taking off her coat inside. Maybe she’s got diamonds sewn into the lining of it, and doesn’t trust anyone but herself to deliver them safely to the man waiting for them inside, the man who’s currently holding her pet parrot hostage and accepts a ransom only in jewels. Maybe she accidentally put on chaps instead of pants. Maybe she owns a shocking amount of stock in the Burlington Coat Factory and quarter four needs a goose. My point is that we’re NEVER GONNA KNOW what happened here.
