With the bitterness of her conversation with Brandon turning over like a barrel of flames within her stomach, Jack had decided that she’d well and truly had enough of this wedding. Of any wedding. Her place among the crowd and her ability to blend no longer a lurking factor in every move she made as onyx hues followed her target throughout the venue. The slight sway in his step counted towards the alcohol in his system - and surely enough, the horrific display he and his two partners seemed to make would take up enough space in his head that nothing that followed would be anticipated at this point. As heels found the cobbled stone and without even thinking, she drew a hand through her hair to tousle it out of place a little before she backtracked and sidestepped the main doorway to only moments later step out of the shadows. The frantic look on her features an imperfectly imperfect display of feelings she held none of, nimble fingers pulling the earring from her right ear to tuck into the sleeve of her dress. “Don’t step there!” Her voice a little broken as she moved nearer to Rocco, “It’s gotta’ be here somewhere..” Teeth drew over her lesser lip as she scanned the ground for what she knew wasn’t there. Fingers pulling at her now bare earlobe, “My grandmothers earring, I..--” The obsidian that looked up at him now near translucent as the façade of emotion rang true, “It’s.--” Brows knit together gently as she embellished the art of retrieving memory, “It’s gold with..-- w-with a...” Her hand waved a little to jar false impatience until she reached to brush her hair back from her other ear. “Gold, with a single pearl.” A heavy breath broke her performance and in usual Jack fashion, she scoffed and looked away from him then, knowing that it would be a long day in hell that she ever showed such emotion around him until.. “She left them to me, I knew I shouldn’t have worn them.”