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Donovan Rookwood ([info]rookwood) wrote in [info]valesco,
Watching one of his best friends get married was something he hadn't imagined happening until they were older. Sometimes he forgot how much was expected from all of them at their age, depending on their families and their status. Gabriel and Donovan were in the same boat, where families arranged their marriages if they didn't find a proper suitor. It was rare, for pureblood relationships to form because they were actually in love with their spouse. He liked Rachel, and she seemed to tolerate all of Gabriel's friends, so he was happy for him. It looked like things would work out well, for the two of them.

He could only hoped that he and Cecilia would be able to least stand to be around each other. They would be spending a lot of time in each others company, so that would make things a lot easier, for the both of them.

Walking through the crowd, Donovan shot a broad smile at his newly wed friend, raising the glass of champagne that was in his hand towards him, as though saying 'cheers!' from across the room. Turning back around, he sipped down the last of his drink, placing it on tray that the waiter was holding. His eyes scanned the crowd, seeing all the couples who were sitting around the tables. Everyone was paired off with someone...except for him.

And her.

His eyes focused on the girl at the bar, his head tilting to the side curiously as he took in her appearance. She was wearing black...and didn't have a date. Putting the clues together, Donovan slowly stepped over towards her, leaning against the bar beside her. The tender looked to him for his order. "Two glasses of champagne." He smirked as a thanks as the man went off to pour them. When he was gone, and it was just the two of them again, he turned towards her. "...Cecilia Hooke, if I'm not mistaken?" When she acknowledged the name, he gave her a small smile. "I would have felt like quite a fool if I hadn't guessed correctly." He straightened up. "Donovan Rookwood. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."


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