Where: The Cressino Farm, Montgomery-Marchand Wedding

When: During the Reception

As time passed, Sybil couldn’t help but noticing the growing number of those belonging to the same mafia she was part of. The one that happened to be enemies of the mafia throwing the wedding she was in attendance for. A few select blondes stuck out through the crowd and the nervous ball of knots in her stomach was now growing into a solid and heavy rock. What the fuck was going on? Sybil could not bring herself to believe that this was simply a harmless crashing of a wedding. Not when they showed up like this to a wedding with the Scorpions president and what she assumed were vast numbers of his mafia here. She started sticking closer to Phillip as she noticed the change in the guests milling around. Nothing happened yet, but Sybil couldn’t shake the awful feeling that something was brewing. Phillip asked her to get them another round and she left him to go find a bar. As she was waiting on their drinks, a familiar blonde she had never spoken to stopped next to her. A chill went up her spine as Sybil tried her best to not look at her. Elena was sure to not even recognize her. None of the Volkovs knew who she was, except for one. Her mouth felt suddenly dry and Sybil licked her lips as she knew she was about to do something potentially dangerous. “What are you doing here? M’am.” She whispered, throwing on the respectful title hastily and not looking at Elena. Scorpions could be watching and Sybil didn’t want to out herself as a Viper.