Chapter 2:
Violet sat through the reception hoping to look as bored as she felt dead. She sat on Olaf's right as he laughed and talked with his friends. They all smirked at Violet smugly on their way back to their seats. Violet just ignored them. She barely looked up until she heard the coughing come closer steadily.
"Mr. Poe!" she said with fake enthusiasm. He came right over still coughing into his kerchief. "Ah, Violet. This wedding invitation was a shock to me. I never knew you were in such a serious relationship!" On cue, Olaf took her hand in his and continued looking at the small man in interest.
Violet nodded. "It was a bit sly of me; I apologize." He laughed a bit before breaking into a coughing fit. "I wondered momentarily if Harris was Count Olaf, but when he confirmed that you and your siblings hadn't killed that man, I knew he must've loved you very much."
Violet faked a smile at Olaf. This acting was riding on her very last nerve. "Speaking of which, where are your siblings?" Olaf answered this question, "They have been studying extremely hard in a boarding school and asked to stay behind for their finals. They were sad to miss the wedding, but we understood their dilemma."
Olaf stood and put his arm around Violet's shoulder. Mr. Poe smiled warmly. "And you can come to the bank at anytime to settle finances, Harris. It won't inconvenience me at all." Violet's eyes stung with anger. He had been too busy every time they had been in trouble, but here he was handing out his services to this villain.
Violet's thoughts were rolling so fast in her head that she didn't notice that Olaf had sat her back down and was staring at her with his lips pursed. "What are you thinking about?" he asked innocently. "Nothing," Violet snapped. She would never tell him anything. Olaf shrugged before turning to the next patron. His eyes lit up before darkening once more. Violet wondered momentarily why.
There was no more time to think as music started up. Olaf whispered, "We have to do the newlyweds dance and then we may leave." He grabbed her up and waltzed over to the dance floor to perform a simple slow dance to a song that rang familiar to Violet. But she was too busy keeping bile down and disgust off her face at the prospect of dancing with Olaf to try and recall what it was.
When the song was over, Violet was glad. The crowd burst into applause and Olaf suddenly dipped her. He moved his head down to hers and landed a long kiss on her mouth. Violet, totally disgusted, suddenly wondered what he would do to her tonight. It was something she didn't want to think about, but spent most of the car ride home debating.