WHO: Vincent Avery and Emmeline Vance WHEN: Thursday, June 14th, 1979. 1:11PM. WHERE: The Macmillian Wedding
Drink number four was gripped tightly in Vincent Avery’s hands as he finally managed to escape from Alexandra Walters. The buzz of alcohol was beginning to make itself known to him, but even so, it did little to alleviate the anxiety he felt.
Crowds had never been his cup of tea, but this one was especially awful, considering the company he found himself surrounded by. He wondered if Anastasiya was still around somewhere. Awkward family conflict or not, she was still the most tolerable he had yet to find. This was quite clearly a crowd of do-gooders, and while he had come with this knowledge in mind, he was still somewhat overwhelmed by it all.
He supposed he wasn’t that surprised to spot Emmeline Vance among the guests. This most certainly seemed like her crowd. She had been on his mind since he had seen her last, just two days ago. Normally, he would never have dreamed of approaching her, but in comparison to everyone else here, he supposed he could tolerate her presence.
“Emmeline,” He said in greeting, taking a sip of his drink as he approached her. “Some wedding, huh?”
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