Emily/Genvieve | Streets | afternoon | COMPLETE
“I am certain that once the details have been ironed out, invitations will be forthcoming.” Unless he managed to get himself killed, which was a thought that she had been having with alarming frequency. Still, it was best to not think on it too often; she had known the risks well in advance and had accepted them as they stood. The only thing she would change would be his number of communicators; she doubted he would notice if they slowly started going missing.
And if he did, she’d no doubt that he would simply replace the blasted things.
Genevieve smiled at Emily’s faux-put upon comment. “I am certain Cormac would rather spend the day with you than in a tavern with Darius,” she assured her. “I would check the taverns in the bazaar first. I hear they are offering half-off spirits until afternoon.”
"Those two," Emily said with a sight and a little laugh, "thank you, Lady Albrecht, for the warning." She gave a polite curtsy before she started off. She needed to be more careful in the future and while someone less mysterious, someone far more innocent, might be more excusing if they had caught Emily saying something snide, though with Genevieve . . . Emily never did get a good read on her.
No matter, it was minor, very slight. Nothing damning or anything of that sort. Hopefully with the impending marriage to plan out, if Genevieve did see anything, she would forget about it. But still, it was a lesson learned for Emily to never let it slip, not even for a moment. People made mistakes when they got comfortable.
She made her exit to seek out Cormac. For if what Genvieve said was true, Emily might find him already with a drink under his belt. But hopefully Ridley's enthusiasm for being at the festival kept him away from taverns.