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She made a quick face before looking back.
Guinevere
“I’m so happy you’re here,” I said, all but running up to him now that I'd finally managed to rip my face from the photo session as everyone entered the reception hall.
“Why?” he asked casually as the woman in front of the seating chart table handed him a place card with a key dangling from one of the edges.
“You know why. I know you didn’t come for me, but I’m glad someone else is as—”
“Miserable?” He smirked.
“Not miserable, just…” I wasn’t sure how to put it into words, really. I didn’t want him to hate it there, but—
“I understand, Guinevere. Don’t think so hard, you'll pop a vein.”
“You know I’ve always wondered, is that really possible?”
He shook his head, searching for his table.
Shifting my head to the side, I looked him up and down. He wore a black bowtie with a classic-fitted black tuxedo that had a nice sleek lining. “You look nice.”
He stopped, looking back at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. So do you. You put in a lot of effort, it—”
“Hey, I can doll up like the best of them. Tonight, I won’t even drool.”
He snickered.
I walked with him.
“Where are you sitting, at the head table?”
“No, the head table is Nathaniel and Stevie, plus both their parents on either side. I’m at table—” I stopped when I saw my name card on the table next to Logan’s. “Well, it’s here. She must have put me here after I told her I knew you all, since I know no one else.”
“Gwen, are you sitting with us?” Logan spoke up, his mother on his arm and a cocktail in his hand. He was dressed up just like his brother, bow tie and everything.
I had to admit, they were quite a pair. “Good evening, Dr. Davenport, and it’s nice to see you again, Logan. Yes, apparently I am sitting with you all, if that's all right?”
“Of course, and you look absolutely stunning, my dear.” She pulled me into a small hug.
“Stunning? Gwen, you're smokin’.” Logan grinned, hugging me as well with one arm.
“You're not bad yourself.” I laughed when he came around and pulled out my chair as Eli pulled out his mother's. “What gentlemen.”
“I know, it makes me so proud. If only they could always be like this.”
And, like sons, they both groaned under her gaze.
It was funny to watch the three of them.
“How long have you known Stephanie, Gwen?” Logan questioned.
“Since I was six. We met when—well, you'll hear all about that. I’m doing part of their toast, so I’ll save our story until then. Hopefully I don’t panic.”
“Why would you panic?” Eli asked.
