Normally,
Kalista enjoyed weddings. It was another opportunity for her to socialize and mingle…but now, it was a lot different. Now, she was getting strange looks from certain guests who knew who she was. Not that she should
care what they thought of her, since it would only please them to see her all riled up, but…it wasn’t because of what
she had done, that they were all staring at her. She was the sister of the man who had killed the minister…the man who had died fighting for a cause that he believed in. Not everyone believed in that cause, and thought of Evan as nothing more than a murderer…not a brother, a lover, or a son.
Lost in her own thoughts, Kalista hadn’t even noticed Augustus walk over to her. Feeling someone touch her hand caused her to quickly take in a breath, snapping her back to reality as her eyes darted over to see who it was. She gave him a pathetic, tight lipped smile, extending her hand to grab the glass he was extending towards her. “Thank you.” She looked down at the drink before turning her eyes back up to him, gently clearing her throat. “It was a lovely ceremony.” She said with another horrible excuse for a smile, trying to make small talk as she sipped at her drink. Her relationship with Augustus had gotten much better than it had been before, but…things were still a little rocky. It was hard to focus on building a relationship when the ones she already had kept falling apart.
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