Cecilia was off to the side. near the bathrooms, dabbing multiple napkins on her blue, now stained suit. It’s a curse that both her and Raymund are clumsy individuals, but she was going to blame it more on Raymund. If he hadn’t been so awkward about being at a royal wedding, there wouldn’t be splotches of red wine on her suit. She was hoping that no one would see her, but of course as she looked up, she made eye contact with the one and only Scout Whitmore. Things just couldn’t get any better. “Well, at least you still get to look great in your outfit.” It was Cecilia’s attempt at a compliment but she was too focused on and frustrated about her suit to give Scout a proper compliment. “You wouldn’t happen to have a Tide stain remover would you?”