location: carpark time: 12:04 pm status: closed for @zanemarshcxll
That off feeling that had existed since the morning was only deferrable by alcohol, and though she could somewhat skate beneath detection, it didn’t seem like it would be all that likely that she’d be able to for long. Not when the ceremony was due to start, and they were calling for photographs. She’d never been photographed so many times within a day, and as exhausting as it was to plaster a somewhat awkward smile as she stood next to the rest of the wedding party, even Isabella Marino or Kate Montgomery’s usually cheeriness couldn’t seem to make her feel any less awkward. Slipping away for a moment, she made her way towards the bar, dodging eye contact. It wasn’t until she was there that a slightly familiar figure caught her attention, and she sidled up beside him with her drink. “Hey, not that it’s any of my business, but your truck has a faulty injector, I could hear it misfiring as you pulled into the carpark. You should get that looked at before you need to replace them all.”
