CADEN!
Estella bit on the end of her straw, the condensation of the cold bottle of water in her hands making it hard to hold onto. Her eyes scanned the gathering, which was nice and relaxing, but in her current state she was not happy to be there. The past few weeks had consisted of early mornings and late nights at the studio under the guise of intense rehearsal for the spring recital. Estella had put all her attention on the performances, which helped her hide her real source of anxiety.
It was amazing they were even here, though Estella supposed that the captain of the world cup winning Irish team would be the main attraction for a quidditch company's event. She was so extremely proud of her husband, but she'd been keeping a distance since...
Estella sighed and pulled her hair into a ponytail as she watched Caden approach. Maybe she could feign illness and go home early. Not that she would have much trouble with that, as just the smell of the meat cooking on the grill was causing her stomach to turn. The thought of lying to Caden sent another massive wave of nausea through her, but---but she didn't know if she could tell him the truth.
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