They greet us, walking right past us and I – and I'm sure Edward, Carlisle and Esme too – breathe a great sigh of relief. I really don't need the fake shit.
"Well, that wasn't so bad," I say as the four of us make our way inside the hall.
It's as was expected; tables of around eight, fancy if not overly fancy with dinner set tables. Looking to the head of the room – the far side – there's a stage and a dance floor, so it's only fair to say that dancing, dinner and speeches are expected.
"No, it's not," Carlisle says whilst looking at the room's seating plan at the door. "Ah, we're on the same table as the Masen's."
His tone implies that he's not happy and I must say that none of us look that excited about it.
"Oh joy," I say sardonically.
"Hm," Edward replies curtly.
Great.
Yeah. Ok. So, it's past 11 pm over here and I have to go to bed. (Good thing it's school holidays)
That means, this chapter and one more. ;D
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