1680 York Avenue isn’t the flashy girl in the center of the dance floor, showing off all her slick moves and a great deal of skin, but she’s also not the wallflower, awkwardly holding a glass of punch she prays she doesn’t spill on her buttoned-to-the-neck dress.

1680 York Avenue is the girl who sashays into the room, slowly unfastening her wrap to reveal a modest yet stunning dress, surveys the crowd, smiles at something she won’t disclose, and winds up the belle of the ball.