Olivier + Antonia @theartofruling
Location: Flashback, Reception at Michaels' Wedding
The reception at Toni's sister's wedding was in full swing. The daughters of the happy couple bounced about, giggling and running, as best and excited as kids could be at their parents' wedding reception. He sent one, the youngest, a bit of an awkward wave as he waited for Toni to return to their table. Children, especially happy ones, were still a sore spot for him. At times. Although, he hoped that it wasn't painfully obvious to his girlfriend as he was trying to be better. It wasn't other children's fault for Olivier's own childhood, that he knew.
Ollie unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket, draping it across the back of his seat, before he focused on removing the cuff links from his dress shirt. The hybrid tucked them into a pocket of his dress pants for safe keeping and began rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. At least his forearms would be on better display, the minor lord mused seconds before noticing Toni's return. Olivier stood up, meeting her as she stood, dress clinging to her curves and a distracting vision at his side. Of course Antonia had a chair near him but she never chose real chairs when his lap was always ready for her. "My Lady," Olivier greeted her, a smirk on his mouth and his hand out for hers to take ahold. "Sorry to say but I hope your feet aren't tired. I wanted to have this dance," He said, smirking easing into a confident smile when, lucky for him, a new song started to play.