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To say that she had been avoiding meeting up with her intended date would have been a lie. Cecilia wasn't avoiding the situation... she was just choosing to not actively search it out. So instead of wandering around the room for the past half hour asking which of the handsomely dressed men was Donovan Rookwood (aside from the fact that, being that he was a groomsmen, she already knew what he looked like from the view during the ceremony), she had instead chosen to lean casually against the bar and wait for the situation to come to her.

A few weeks ago, she would have found it disturbing how... indifferent she felt about what was happening in her life. A few weeks ago, she had been an inconsolable mess, grieving the sudden death of the man she loved--the man that she had actually seen herself marrying, having children with... well, whenever he finally gave in. Now she was faced with a completely different man, one that her parents envisioned her doing those things with, and how did she feel? Cecilia really didn't know.

She wasn't happy, for certain. Evan's death had blown a gaping hole in her heart and she couldn't see herself being happy again anytime soon--if ever, as dramatic as that sounded. But she wasn't upset, either. Sure, she had cried herself to sleep the night her parents had broken the news of her new suitor to her, but after the intial heartbreak, she had begun to think rationally again and. Yes, she may have hated that she had to do this, but it was for her own good. And the sooner the better. Cecilia could not detest anything that might possibly take her mind off of Evan Rosier right now.

So she smiled when he greeted her. And, swallowing the knot in her throat that threatened to bring her to tears at the sight of him and all of the lost dreams he represented, Cecilia took a very long drink of her champagne and put on a hopefully pleasant, bubbly tone. "Mr. Rookwood. I'm relieved that you found me alright. It's a pleasure to meet you as well... I must say, you look far handsomer up close."