Who: @atlasmiller
Where: The Cressino Farm, Montgomery-Marchand Wedding
When: Right after the Ceremony
The ceremony had been absolutely beautiful. Though Sybil had gotten the shock of her life when she spied all the Scordatos in attendance, and even in the wedding, she still could not deny it had been a beautiful ceremony. Phillip had cried, he was so proud of his baby sister that she felt moved and handed him tissues while whispering how beautiful it was and how proud he must be. The reception had started in full swing, but Phillip had to go join the bridal party to do his duty as part of the family for the photos. While Sybil usually wouldn’t have minded being left alone, she felt so terribly awkward and confused by the situation she had managed to walk into. Why were there so many Scordatos here? Was the bride or groom involved? They couldn’t possibly be! It was a dangerous and slippery slope her mind was starting to take when Sybil started to doubt anyone in attendance and she needed a moment alone. Grabbing a champagne flute, Sybil slipped into the back part of the building where the private suites people probably rented when they used the venue. As she turned a corner to find an empty spot she bumped into a very familiar form.
“What are you doing here?” True shock and annoyance mixed in her voice as she stared at the form of Atlas.
