CAMERON
Nicola looked down at her timepiece. Was it time to leave yet? Was it within social grace to depart? Despite believing there really wasn't much of a pre-set etiquette at a social gathering that had grass as the floor, Nicola wavered uncomfortably. She did not usually descend herself to such low-brow events, but after Mattie had invited her, she had thought... perhaps it would be nice. Of course, that had all been before she watched her sister, in horror, belt out a four minute ballad entitled "Nicola."
Her hand gripped her opposite elbow tighter. She had, in a moment of weakness, vaguely agreed in attending, and then in another moment of weakness suggest that Cameron Montgomery escort her because it would be a marvelous way for him to meet more people in England! And wouldn't that be nice?
Nope.
Feeling uncomfortable, as if the entire audience knew that she was exactly the Nicola Mattie had been referring too, she put on a brave smile and attempted to act as if nothing was wrong. She turned to Cameron beside her, thankful that it looked like the band was taking a break of some kind, but not keen to allow a situation in which Mattie could approach her.
"Well!" Nicola clapped her hands together, speaking quickly to break the uncomfortable silence brewing. "It looks like the performance is over." It wasn't. But she couldn't stand here any longer. Pitifully hopeful, she looked up at Cameron. "Would you like to get going?"
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