Jam walked up the steps of the grand mansion, and went inside. She tried to hold her head high, as she had seen many noble ponies do, but she quickly lowered her head. She took in her surroundings, marveling at the giant hall, and the beautiful ponies. She felt so out of place. She was just a small-town jam-maker, after all. She quietly tried to put on the airs of a Canterlot noble, but her natural Appleloossan accent always seemed to creep through. She looked around, trying to find a friendly face that she could talk to, but to no avail. She resigned herself to the fact that she would probably be spending the rest of the night alone.