#verse3

Waiting in the taxi line, Emiline rested her head against Ezio’s arm, the short black dress she wore being flattering to her figure but not the smartest to have on a cool night. They’d had a great night going to a small bistro for a meal before heading to a night club together where after having a few shots and cocktails had gone down to the dance floor. It had felt like it was only the two of them as they enjoyed the beat of the music, moving with to the groove as they did their own dirty dancing of their own, likely to put the film to shame. The alcohol had certainly seemed to loosen Ezio up a bit, or potentially it was because he felt he could be more free without having to console anything back. 

Emiline felt a little bad leaving him to do his own devcies with the shop assistant earlier but she knew that she would be able to help him out whilst she went to get ready and make reservations for later. There was plenty of time where she could take him on a shopping spree for a new wardrobe. That was if he really wanted that. He seemed rather adament about it before but she wasn’t convinced. She didn’t think he needed it. Of course, her attire was nowhere near the same as his but she wore whatever the fuck she wanted and so would it always be. She knew Ezio generallly appeared to be very chamismatic and confident but she did get the vibes he seemed concerned about fitting in which she supposed was maybe to do with him being an assassin and merging in the crowd, even though to her be would always stand out.

They had agreed to meet at the Italian restaurant of Bocconcino which she had spotted earlier being that it should be easy to get to. Though who knew, maybe he could get lost finding the place but maybe he was good with direction. She wondered whether he had headed home in the meantime with his gift from the faire or whether he may bring it through rushing. They had set to meet at 7.30 so it should not be too much hassle, right?

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For fucks sake thought Niko, he had told her where to go the other day, she was a persistent bitch. He looked at Emiline with great sadness, he didn’t want this to happen, he didn’t want it to be like this. He walked over to answer the door. “Karen I told you to fuck off, how wasn’t my message loud and clear?” ‘Wow finally’ she said without acknowledging what he had just said. She then barged past Niko to enter into his apartment and suddenly noticed Emiline standing there. 'Oh, I didn’t expect you to have a guess.. Niko.. you dawg’.

The typical London weather was really showing off today. It started off early morning being very bright and sunny and a mere few hours later it was heavy downfall. Right now it was rather mellow, very wet and murky and even though the sky was dark grey, the sun still was fighting its way out from behind the clouds. It was frustrating as it made things complicated over what to actually wear in such untrustworthy weather. Emiline hated it. The weather back home was atleast more reliable than this shit. She sighed as rubbed her temples, holding her black umbrella above her head as she stood outside of the London Dungeon's  attraction awaiting for Niko. She still wanted to get out but at the moment it seemed their was no way to comunicate with these odd shadow folk so for this reason would try and do entertaining things around London. So far it was actually a pretty mixed bag but she supposed she could not always trust judgement of Matt on things, he was generally meant to be a Londoner. This was one of the things which came up as popular attractions and whereas she was not quite sure if this was too kiddy or not, she still hoped for the best. Either way, her and Niko always had a blast so even if this place was boring she'd have good company. 

Although she had seen a fair bit of Niko, as of recent she had not seen him in a while. She wondered if it was to do of anything of rumours to do with a certain brunette apparently  being sighted around one of the parks in London. Part of her wondered if Michelle and Niko had something going on again or how she even got here... or even if it was the real Michelle and not some sick joke being played. It had been a good couple of weeks since she had seen him last which was all good but after browsing the shopping streets  a week or so after their incident at the corner shop with the robbers and spotting the familiar looking face (at least making Niko appear to have seen a ghost) things seemed odd. Either way, she hoped she wouldn't be there. As selfish as it may of sounded, she wanted it to just be the two of them.

Needing to get away from the outside, Emiline led Ezio into the coffee shop near by known as ‘Coffee Island’. She hadn’t really taken notice over what it was called though, she just wanted to get them away from the outside, it didn’t really matter where it was. She wasn’t sure what to tell him or what she should tell him but she felt like she wanted to give him a fair warning. It seemed he had only just arrived and she wanted to help him as she supposed it was the right thing to do, as someone else had done with her. She didn’t know what was out there but didn’t think it was good to risk this guy getting killed.

Walking to the back of the room, she sat down on the brown leather, two seater sofa and shuffled aside in case Ezio would sit there if he didn’t wish to use one of the chairs opposite. It was early morning right now so the room was full of couples, families and groups of friends so they were well hidden within the loud children, gossiping women and loved up couples. She looked over to Ezio and sighed. “ When exactly did you get here?”

It had been a few days since their wedding, and so far they had been managing to enjoy their time as a married couple, but they were also managing to keep it a secret from Parliament, and the rest of the world. She needed to see Nate about one of her charities that she was dealing with, so she went to his office and knocked, making sure to not just go in, knowing that he could be in with someone. When she heard him call that she could come in, she smiled and walked in. “Hello my love,” she greeted, walking over and kissing his cheek. “How has your day been so far?” She asked with a smile. She looked him over and smiled, but the smile fell from her face slightly when she noticed he didn’t have his ring on. “What have you been up to?” She asked, trying to keep her voice upbeat and happy.

Celia was so nervous and excited about her wedding day. She couldn’t believe that it was here, but she was ready to walk down the ‘aisle’ and become Nate’s wife. she had just finished her hair and makeup, and now she was ready to walk down the aisle and become his wife. She didn’t care about anything other than marrying her best friend, but she was also nervous about walking in her dress and what Nate was going to think about it. She knew that it was a little bit... different from what he was probably expecting, but she was excited about it and she loved it. “Ready to go?” Dahlia asked, checking on her. Celia nodded her head and smiled at her dad. “Ready, dad?” Johnny nodded his head. “I’m ready my beautiful daughter,” he said, kissing her head.

She took a deep breath and then started to walk down to Nate, a huge smile on her face as she smiled at Nate.