who: sofie fortier @mssofiefortier where: liddell hippodrome
"Deja vu, no," Edgar asked, leaning in close to his sister's side. It was, perhaps, not smart for them to be seen together in public, and at a Liddell function no less, but they were both masked, and both had plausible reasons for being here that did not involve the shady business they did for this family. "I half expect Xavier to round the corner at any moment." He pitched his voice low, the fingers wrapped around the flute of the glass flexing almost imperceptivity. It had been years since Edgar had last spoken to his father, longer still since he'd seen him in person, but still, the very thought of him was enough to cause a near physical response in someone who otherwise was always in control of his actions.
He'd chosen an all black ensemble for this event -- the better to get lost in the shadow just in case, he'd reasoned. One could never know what could go wrong at an event of this caliber. Best case scenario some fool would drink too much and end up offending another fool. Speaking of fools... Edgar brought the glass to his lips, mouth turning down slightly at the taste, before speaking again. "Where's that spouse of yours?"