She still had reservations about being here, and she probably wouldn't have shown up until after she knew the ceremony had started, but since she'd already been over at Damien's for training, she'd showered and changed there. In a strapless midnight blue satin Versace curve-hugging shift that stopped just above her knees, and a matching pair of blue and silver Christian Louboutin stiletto sandals, her dark chestnut colored hair with its reddish highlights flowing free in thick waves, she looked much less like some kind of super Slayer and much more like a classy young woman.
She'd left Damien to find seats for them and had walked back to where someone had pointed out the men were gathered before the ceremony. "Knock, knock," she said, announcing her presence in case anyone was, you know, not dressed. Or wahtever. She didn't know what men did when they were left to their own devices in a group!
"Am I interrupting?" she asked as she peeked in, looking for her dad.