#;olivia

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Olivia had been a little nervous. Not only that but she also was excited. The upcoming wedding of the prince and duchess was a big thing. The entire kingdom, the world was talking about it. It was the biggest event of the year, the biggest celebration in decades. And that made her quite nervous. Because not only was she here to attend the wedding, she was also going to meet her future husband. Yes, it was crazy. Living int he 21st century and everything would be about love, there were still arranged marriages to keep the monarchy alive. And for the Mountbatten’s there was no other man for their daughter than a royal. 

The duchess of Swansea had arrived in the around noon, prepared her room and got changed into some more comfortable clothes. She was still dressed as a royal, her pink skirt and the matching jacket on, she was walking around the palace. she was wondering where he was. After he didn’t show up for her arrival how he was supposed to she had decided to take her way around alone. and that’s where she saw him. “William!” she called out before making her way towards him to greet him. The truth was, she was excited to meet him. He was very handsome and said to be gentle and charming. And she was curious, she wanted to get to know him better. “I’m so delighted to meet you. People were wondering where you could’ve been. We were missing you.” she smiled wondering when he would say anything.

PETER: I’m Peter.

ROMAN: Peter. That’s your name?

PETER: Yeah.

ROMAN: That’s a hot name.

PETER: What?

OLIVIA: (rolling her eyes) Honey, it’s not hot... it’s just his name.

ROMAN: Trust me. It’s hot.

PETER: It’s actually biblical.

Oh no, no-no-no, she was not supposed to be here. A crime scene, in this part of Gotham? At night? Now of course there were police guarding outside, but really this building was just so big for that small amount of cops. What was it- two? Just about, and young ones too. Where were all of the more experienced ones? Likely out chasing whoever else it was running a muck in this crime addled city. At least there was plenty of work to do for a meager receptionist, not that she didn’t try to stick her nose into what interested her.

A simple convincing with a bit of hip was all it took for the two men out front to let her in, young and new ones. She’s seen it before even as a part-timer, they wouldn’t last. Careful steps up the broken stairs as she arose higher into the apartment. All manner of broken items littering the floor from a long fight. A break in and assault it was? The woman effected tried to tell her what happened, the face of the suspect, but even she had trouble drawing it. How many faces had she drawn and still couldn’t get the match enough for identification? Sometimes going to the actual crime scene helped her, even if it was indirect.

“Oh dear god, save me,” Sean said, grabbing lightly onto the girl’s arm as he approached her at the bar, movements a little unstable as it appeared he’d already had a few too many drinks. He thought he recognized her but he’d had a few too many drinks to be sure. “If I have to sit there and listen to anything more about Alison’s knee surgery or gossip about the fact Judy got her nose done, I’m actually going to cry. I will pay you to make it look like I scored and have a reason to go home early. Please. I’ll beg.”

Rory: Hey

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