GENEVIEVE & ALTAIR
After her conversation with Gale, Genevieve dodged the usual would-be suitors, plying them with excuses as she glided through. The last thing she wanted to do was give any of them hope, and she was not here for herself, but for Gale and Altair. Escaping the attention of Lord Demiel - vile man, really; however Juliette handled the Demiels was a mystery, truly - she swiftly made her way across the floor to where Altair was chatting with more well-wishers, she was sure.
It seemed that everyone cared only for the appearances of bliss as opposed to the actual feeling of it.
"Do pardon me," she said smoothly, cutting in. "However, I was wondering if I might steal the future groom for a moment."